So, I’ve just finished a conference call with a well known liquidation company in London. Since the September 2008 realisation that I’d had my pants well and truly pulled down by an accomplished conman, I’ve taken it upon myself to make him pay. By this, I mean I’ve dedicated my life to collecting evidence and passing it onto the authorities, whilst also intimidating him by any means necessary within the confines of the law…..most of the time. The conference call also hosted a number of individuals that have been stupid enough to re-invest with this man on the basis of setting up another business venture with the objective of earning enough money to repay the original victims. Thankfully they have now seen the light (because every penny has disappeared mysteriously) – it looks like this arsehole and his wife will be doing bird sooner rather than later. I can only hope his future cell mate is a 6’ 4” raging homosexual with a huge tool and a dose of the clap during a time that will be forever remembered in history as the great Vaseline famine of the 21st century.
Thinking about it, it would put an even bigger smile on my face if he (the raging homosexual) were to specialise in not taking no for an answer and thinks of physical rejection as nothing more than playful foreplay.
Michael