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So Long, Billy Frost

June 8, 2016
by the gentle author

Today I recall meeting Billy Frost who was the Krays’ driver for eighteen years and died last week

Billy Frost

After my conversation with Lenny Hamilton the jewel thief, I went back on another afternoon to The Carpenters Arms in Cheshire St – the pub that once belonged to the Kray twins – to meet Billy Frost who was Ronnie & Reggie Kray’s driver. I recognised him at once by his pinstripe suit, which must be the preferred uniform for senior reprobates and, sure enough, he asked for a double Corvoisier & lemonade too, exactly as Lenny had done.

Already, Billy had discovered through the grapevine that I had been consorting with Lenny, so he went straight for the jugular, challenging me,“You’ve been talking with Lenny, haven’t you? “ I could not deny it, so Billy put me straight, “Lenny’s very prejudiced, just because Ronnie burnt him a bit with a poker, but the twins, they could be very kind to a lot of people – like old people and kids – and they did a lot of charitable work.” Then Billy clarified his statement, for the sake of a balanced argument, “Obviously, they could be very nasty too, if you got on the wrong side of them.”

Vividly outlining the full extent of his experience, “I knew them over a period of twenty years from when they were very young boxers, and Ronnie hit the referee and quit the boxing club.” Billy said, including an inconsequential detail that appeared entirely characteristic of his former employer, before setting out a lively account of his own conscientiously thorough apprenticeship in crime.

“When I was young I used to go to a dance hall in Tottenham called the Royal and that’s where I first met Ronnie & Reggie. Everyone used to go there each weekend. That’s when Ronnie got his first conviction – he beat up a fellow with a chain off a machine for manufacturing furniture (there were a lot of furniture factories in Bethnal Green at the time). When I met him I was on the run from the army. Saturday night at the Royal was the top night, people came from all over and we used to hang around the dance floor.

Then I lost touch with them because I had to go back to the army and I deserted again and I got caught stealing a truck load of metal and I got sent to borstal and from borstal I went back to the army and then I was arrested for stealing a car. I was on a licence from borstal and after I done my prison sentence they revoked my licence from borstal and I done a further eleven months.

When I come out, I was in the 181 Club in Gerrard St in the West End where I met Charlie Kray by chance. I asked him how Ronnie & Reggie were, and he said they were working with Jack Scott and Billy Hill. Later, I met the twins in the West End and they told me they didn’t want to be used by Jack and Billy any more and they were going out on their own. And that’s what they did.

I used to be with them. And I got arrested for something I actually never did! I was trying to help someone out, selling a bit of gear – cigarettes which came from Lee Green in South London. And then, mysteriously, the police found the same red glass substance in my trouser turn-ups from the rear of a Wolsey car that was used to ram the shop the cigarettes came from. It was a fellow called Terry Barnes who pleaded guilty to it, but I was found guilty and I got two years. When I came out, I caught up with Ronnie and Reggie again, by then they were involved in the race tracks, protection rackets and all that.”

Once he had dictated thus far, I had acquired a good sense of the general picture and was in awe of Billy’s ability to spin a sentence too. Though occasionally, to my alarm, he became a little impatient when I did not quite follow his drift. There was an attractive young couple at the next table who were curious of my charismatic guest speaking in such animated fashion. When they went out to the garden to have a smoke, leaving all their valuables, the young woman leaned across sweetly, asking Billy “Would you mind watching our things?”

But now that Billy had declared himself to me, fair and square, it was time for me to get him another Corvoisier & lemonade before he settled down to recount the story of the murder of Georgie Cornell – whom Lenny Hamilton described to me as “the hardest man on the cobbles.”

“The argument was over a fellow named Mickey Morris. Georgie Cornell told Nicky’s mum, May, that Ronnie was after Mickey and ‘You know he’s a fat pouf,’ and this got back to Ronnie and Ronnie was furious. He had word with Georgie about it, but then Georgie started telling other people, ignoring Ronnie.

One night, I drove Ronnie & Reggie to The Stork Club in Swallow St. When they got inside , Georgie Cornell was sitting at a table on his own. Reggie went over and spoke to Georgie, but Ronnie wouldn’t go and sit with him (I never knew what it was really about at the time). Me and Ronnie sat at another table opposite and we got a couple of drinks. Ronnie was mumbling but he was incoherent and I couldn’t hear a word he said. Then we left The Stork Club after thirty minutes and went back to The Grave Maurice in Whitechapel. As we were driving back, they never said a word to each other, Ronnie & Reggie, and when we got into The Grave Maurice, they sat on their own and had a private conversation.

The day that Ronnie shot Georgie I had a day off.  It was about a week later, when Ronnie and Scotch Jack were driving round to the widow’s pub in Bethnal Green, Ronnie saw Georgie Cornell’s car parked outside The Blind Beggar in Whitechapel High St. And he told Scotch Jack to turn round and go to the Green Dragon where someone was keeping a gun for him. Then Ronnie walked into The Blind Beggar and shot Georgie Cornell in the head.

Afterwards, I was present when Ronnie said ‘Has anyone got Mickey Morris’ phone number? Will you tell him to come over, I want to give him a nightcap?’ Nicky came over and I personally poured him out a gin and tonic. The next thing I knew, Ronnie punched Mickey in the face. And Mickey said, ‘I thought you was my friend, Ronnie?’ Reggie got hold of him and I expected he was going to let him go, but instead Reggie pushed Mickey into a storeroom. Then Ronnie got Mickey in a headlock and Reggie pulled out a big hunting knife and pushed it straight through Mickey’s arm. Ronnie said to Reggie, ‘Do it properly, stick it up his fucking guts!‘ Mickey howled when the knife went through his arm.

I said to Reggie, ‘Look, there’s people on the balcony opposite looking over and there’s people in the bar who can hear, they’re wondering what’s going on.’ I wanted to save the guy, I liked him, he was a nice boy. I said, ‘Come into the bathroom, Mickey, and I’ll do you up in some towels,’ but he was scared because he was bleeding buckets. I couldn’t take him to the London Hospital myself, in case the police got involved, because I had a warrant out for my arrest. Another member took him to the hospital.

A couple of days later, I was driving along the Lea Bridge Rd and Ronnie asked me to stop at Mickey Morris’ house and he said to Mickey, ‘Next time, it’ll be done properly.'”

Strangely, Billy appeared not to comprehend Mickey Morris’ reluctance to enter the bathroom. I thought of asking Billy if, in retrospect, he thought his logic for not taking Mickey Morris to the London Hospital was admirable but it was a redundant question, so instead I asked Billy if he was ever scared of Ronnie & Reggie.“Once I stayed the night at their house in Vallance Rd and I fell asleep on Reggie’s bed, and I woke to find him standing over me with a big Wilkinson’s sword that he had.” he replied, enacting the fierce gesture of raising the sword with the practised conviction of a Shakespearean actor.

As someone with an aversion to violence, I barely knew how to react to Billy’s stories and I think he could read it in my face at that moment, because he admitted quietly with a gentle smile, “They were good times, though personally I didn’t like all the violence, but if you’re going to do protection and be a villain then it comes naturally.” – as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Billy was on his third Corvoisier & lemonade, and I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. He was polite and he was personable, and it was decent of him to grant me an interview but, considering what he had told me, I could not but wonder what there was that did not bear telling. I respected Billy greatly for his nerve – having the guts to survive the viper’s nest – living through so much brutality to reach his current point of benign equilibrium. Equally, I could never know whether those experiences induced in Billy a certain degree of acceptance of the long pitiful catalogue of cruelty that was inflicted by his employers, the psychopathic twins Ronnie & Reggie Kray. It was a private question for Billy to reconcile with his conscience and we shall never be party to it.

I left Billy Frost in conversation with the young couple from the next table who were captivated by his charms. Running back in the dusk, through the rainy streets, thankful to arrive at the safety of my home in Spitalfields, the afternoon’s experience grew strangely familiar in my mind. It touched a chord of familiar unease, and I realised that I could now better appreciate Pip’s mixed emotions when he met the enigmatically fearsome convict Abel Magwitch in those brilliant early terrifying chapters of ‘Great Expectations.’

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10 Responses leave one →
  1. Malcolm permalink
    June 8, 2016

    There’s nothing romantic or heroic about the Krays. They were stupid, dangerous murderers. All the myths about them being good boys who loved their Mum and took care of old people, and all the rest of that rubbish, is exactly that – rubbish. Running protection rackets involved threats of violence which were frequently carried out, even on small shopkeepers. Ronnie was probably insane and certainly a psychopath who had a nasty penchant for young boys and violent torture. Reggie was just a simpleton. Some heroes. It’s a pity that a few famous people sought them out and gave them a bit of the spotlight which lit up their gruesome faces but hid their gruesome deeds in the shadows. My East End didn’t need these two nutcases to look after us, we looked after ourselves without any help from them. Let the myths be buried.

  2. SPQR permalink
    June 8, 2016


  3. Brian permalink
    June 8, 2016

    I’m with Malcolm on this one.

  4. Dan permalink
    June 8, 2016

    Amen to that, Malcolm.

  5. June 8, 2016

    After all: R.I.P. Mr Billy Frost!

    Love & Peace

  6. Linda Granfield permalink
    June 8, 2016

    “Would you mind watching our things?”

    How many times have we asked that and never thought about the character of the person we’ve asked?
    I’ll think more about it before asking the next time.
    Powerful, creepy interview. I don’t know if Billy Frost can rest in peace.

  7. Billy Marshall permalink
    June 14, 2016

    “I asked him how Ronnie & Reggie were, and he said they were working with Jack Scott and Billy Hill”

    Should that not be Jack Spot (Jack Comer) and Billy Hill?

  8. Ozzy permalink
    March 6, 2018

    Both of the Twins were Violent and sociopaths, Ronnie suffered from Paranoid delusions and was technically a homicidal maniac at various points in his life, Reggie was the saner of the two but was invariably linked with his twin through a shared Psychology and whilst Reggie may well have never turned out to be a murderer without Ronnie and his influence, its certainly true that both were very violent criminals and compared to the likes of Charlie Richardson and especially Freddie Foreman were only in it for the violence rather than the money.
    Its also worth Noting that Lenny Hamilton likes to put it around that they Murdered far more people than they were convicted of (11 according to lennies recent book) but I find that hard to believe and its also worth noting that despite Reggie being married he was a homosexual just the same as Ronnie. There are lots of myths around these two but most of these myths were started by the twins themselves.

  9. February 11, 2021

    Watch the film , “Once upon a time in London”, the twist is at the end.

  10. Billy Frost Jnr permalink
    June 6, 2022

    This is my father I’m William Frost JNR well now William Frost I decided to revisit this almost 6 years on the stories and things he told me I know a lot more than people think RIP DAD miss you my father had an incredible interview with this gentleman who my dad talked about until he’s passing in 2016

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