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My name is Kray. But I’m not a gangster; never was, never wanted to be.

And I don’t want a gangster’s funeral.

I don’t want to be remembered as a gangster, just because I had twin brothers, Ronnie and Reggie, who got a kick out of violence and a thrill out of murder.

I was never like the twins. And I don’t want people thinking I was. Even when I’m dead.

I could throw a punch, too, and have boxing trophies to prove it.

But I’d rather throw a party. That’s why people called me Champagne Charlie. And that’s how I’d like to be remembered.

I spent my life trying to distance myself from the twins’ way of life, and a gangster’s funeral would associate me with all they stood for. And that wouldn’t be right.

When my time comes, I want to be carried to the flat I shared with the woman I adored, then be buried the next day, with the minimum of fuss – and certainly no TV cameras – next to my lovely son who died tragically young.

Reggie will want to stage a showy spectacular, like the one he laid on for Ronnie that brought the East End to a standstill.

But I don’t want that and I’m sure that, despite the differences we’ve had all our lives, Reggie will respect my wishes.