The Brinks Mat robbery really deserves its place in popular culture. A bunch of chancers with an inside man stumble across £26 million worth of highest quality gold bullion when they raid a Heathrow secure lock-up.
It was the biggest robbery in British crominal history and, in many ways, the strangest. How Brian Perry managed to convert the gold, which he wasn't expecting to net, into millions of hard currency is remarkable.
Now it looks crazy. The tale of the rural office of Barclays that took on extra staff to deal with the huge cash withdrawals that were happening on a weekly basis as members of the gang who weren't in jail managed to get their re-smelted, dodgy, gold re-assayed and sold on the open market is extra-ordinary. It bring to mind Al Pacino in 'Scraface' dumping huge piles of loot in bin bags.
The in-your-face audacity of the villains - who call their Rottweilers 'Brinks' and 'Mat' and rig their doorbells to play 'goldfinger' - is breathtaking.
As a resident of south London and now Kent, the fact that this all happened on my 'manor' gives the book a piquancy.
At the heart of the drama is Kenneth Noye, mason. informant, gold-smelter, murderer. Wensley Clarkson did a pretty good biography of Noye recently, but in terms of following what the Hell happened to the gold, Will Pearson's work is superior. Noye is a villain, a real, proper, nasty villain, and he is lucidly drawn here.
This is a great book; I read it practically at one sitting. I would thoroughly recommend it to everyone and if the last sentence doesn't get you looking at your jewellery, you don't have a heart.