I'm in the garden of the Blind Beggar, a Whitechapel pub notorious in East End folklore for being the place where Ronnie Kray shot a rival in a crowded saloon bar. These days it boasts an outdoor terrace complete with water features, as if an interior designer from LA had been invited to erase the gangster past. You might think it would do better business by trading on its "edgy" reputation in an area where the older population still look back fondly on Ronnie and Reg as local boys done good, who were nice to their mum and never hurt their own. Except when they did, like that March night in 1966. Perhaps today's publicans prefer to avoid the whiff of violence, however glamorous.