Otis
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Yep. Just don't get it.Why are his family in on it though if that's the case? Why aren't they getting him help?
Yep. Just don't get it.Why are his family in on it though if that's the case? Why aren't they getting him help?
Why are his family in on it though if that's the case? Why aren't they getting him help?
Who knows? Maybe they are just so used to it, they go along with it. Clearly his kids are not going to challenge him, maybe his wife/friend/brother etc are just in his thrall and go along with what he says.
Some people are just very strange. I used to work with a lady who told me confidently that she was really good friends with Björn Ulvaeus out of ABBA, she would give the "oh well Bjorn said to me, Jayne, there's no point us getting ABBA back together, we'd basically be a tribute act to our former selves...etc". She claimed to meet up with him at his gigs and other performances. Later, another lady in the office told her she was full of shit and hadn't even met him, just read interviews from magazines and websites and used his statements from these to pretend to have had conversations with him etc. Very odd.
When all is said and done that’s the name of the game
Who knows? Maybe they are just so used to it, they go along with it. Clearly his kids are not going to challenge him, maybe his wife/friend/brother etc are just in his thrall and go along with what he says.
Some people are just very strange. I used to work with a lady who told me confidently that she was really good friends with Björn Ulvaeus out of ABBA, she would give the "oh well Bjorn said to me, Jayne, there's no point us getting ABBA back together, we'd basically be a tribute act to our former selves...etc". She claimed to meet up with him at his gigs and other performances. Later, another lady in the office told her she was full of shit and hadn't even met him, just read interviews from magazines and websites and used his statements from these to pretend to have had conversations with him etc. Very odd.
Like I said, there are a lot of randomly weird fuckers out there....LOL WTF
Shouldn't that be 'Money, money, money, it's not funny, if you've made it up.'Knowing me, knowing Dale Evans, it sounds like he's got no Money Money Money, has met his Waterloo and needs to send out an SOS.
I can bog off to a different forum if you want.Like I said, there are a lot of randomly weird fuckers out there....
Wondered how long it'd be before you got in on this pun-tastic thread....you remind me of David Brent in the Office, when, from sitting at his own desk in his room, he gets a sniff of banter from in the main office, his ears prick up, then jumps up and races across the room to get involved!Shouldn't that be 'Money, money, money, it's not funny, if you've made it up.'
Well my surname IS Brent and I do have a goatee, have a slight tub going on and I once was in a band.Wondered how long it'd be before you got in on this pun-tastic thread....you remind me of David Brent in the Office, when, from sitting at his own desk in his room, he gets a sniff of banter from in the main office, his ears prick up, then jumps up and races across the room to get involved!
It takes all sorts , there was a prick wearing an SAS badge with fake medals at a rememberance parade a couple of years back , I think he got bird for that.
When we asked that regarding Tim and Joy, the stadium safety advisory body said no.Do you need a permit to burn someone to death or can you just get a mob together and crack on?
They are multiplying like wasps ;-)Yes , two big ones and two little ones !
You can take in the matches and lighter fuel, but they draw the line at flags.When we asked that regarding Tim and Joy, the stadium safety advisory body said no.
There's an old saying , you can't judge a book by its cover .My mate used to drink in a pub where the local pisshead used to tell stories of how he was a top roadie to bands like Led Zep.
They all used to listen and take the piss out of him.
When he died Robert Plant came to pay his respects to his old mate.
Funny how it works out sometimes.
I've been watching this thread, and others, with a mixture of trepidation and astonishment. You see, I find myself in a similar situation to that of your team.
A long story cut short; we decided to sell our house in September this year. Within a couple of days, we had an acceptable offer, but our estate agent told us that they had booked another viewing, and to hold off on accepting the first offer. The day of the viewing came, and the prospective purchaser arrived with his family and another couple who were close friends. The viewer told me a fantastic tale of how he'd won several million pounds gambling, and was buying a house for his family, one for his parents and another for his best friend, who was viewing with him.
The viewing went well, and an offer was duly received, and accepted, as it was a good bit higher than the first offer (which we would have been happy with anyway...) I questioned the estate agent as to the veracity of his claim to have such a sum of money, and they said that they had to make enquiries to confirm.
Unable to believe our luck at finding the perfect buyer (!), we put an offer in on our dream property, and life was good. Solicitors were instructed (our buyer, the people we were buying from, and our 'purchaser' all shared the same solicitor's office; how easy this transaction will be!) and we sat back to wait for exchange of contracts.
And since then? The estate agents haven't been able to contact the buyer; he's moved solicitors several times, citing incompetence. I had one more visit from him, when all was said to be going well, but the money laundering regulations were holding thing up. His 'wealth manager' at his bank has been unable to confirm funds and I last had contact a few weeks ago when we arranged for him to come to the house to explain why things were taking so long. Needless to say, he didn't show.
To cap it all, the people who put the initial offer in are now sorted on a different property. Our house is now back on the market, as is the one that we put an offer in on. He's cost me money for solicitors fees and no small amount of heartache. My wife was pretty upset as well (understatement). I've subsequently found out that he's done this to on least three other properties, causing upset, and in at least one case, no small amount of distress. I could tell you of several other 'purchases' he allegedly made; no doubt they are all fabrications as well. I don't think I need to tell you who our dream buyer was.
Dale, if you're reading this, I don't know why you did it, or why you're putting your family through this. Thanks for opening my eyes; I'll no longer trust anyone I don't know. I think you may need help.
Anyone want to buy a nice barn conversion?
Oh for fuck sake.
Ha! So they conveniently haven't informed Mark Hornby, which conveniently means he can't deny anything.
It's very worrying. Can only assume that Hoffman took the briefest of looks over what was more than likely a photoshopped document. Not at all professional is it.Isn’t it somewhat concerning that our so called saviour actually included this lunatic on his “consortium”?
There are a few out there like that. At a pub I used to drink in, there was a bloke in there on his own most days who would chat on to you; when things got quiet he'd "slyly" tell you he used to be in the Royal Marines and had to keep a low profile in case IRA remnants came after him for "things I was involved in Northern Ireland in the 70s". One time when he wasn't around, the landlord told me his dad had known of him from years back, said that this bloke was just ex-regular army and had worked as a bog-standard driver in the logistics corps or whatever they're called, he just embellished his "undercover combat" tall tales from a basic bit of bog-standard military knowledge picked up from his uneventful truck driving out there.
If he's raised his offer by £5,000,000 I doubt they'll be enough left.OK, scrub 22nd Dec, 2nd January it is.
Presumably that's the day he'll buy that Norfolk barn conversion too.
What a fucking bellend.
My mate used to drink in a pub where the local pisshead used to tell stories of how he was a top roadie to bands like Led Zep.
They all used to listen and take the piss out of him.
When he died Robert Plant came to pay his respects to his old mate.
Funny how it works out sometimes.