Sorry to raise this again / Dale Evans (10 Viewers)

[Deleted member 5849]

I'm just worried about another JR....

You reckon Kristin Shepard will shoot Dale Evans?!?

 

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[Bonotelli01]

You reckon Kristin Shepard will shoot Dale Evans?!?

Spoilers!!!

 

[Bonotelli01]

That's what I mean about his mates who know he clearly was a bullshitter jumping into the lie with him rather than just pointing out it's bullshit.

The abuse some people took for pointing out it was bullshit from the start as well.

Yeah, as I say. Just a bit thick at a guess. Although it was noticeable that every time someone who knew him did call him out on Facebook the post would be deleted and they were presumably blocked. So not sure it would have done much good. An estate agent doing their job and verifying the validity of a buyer or a CET journalist doing some journalism on the other hand would certainly have created hurdles. Both professions that have lost their way in modern times I would say.. but that's a different topic..

EDIT: To be clear, I'm not blaming either of those 2 parties for the debacle itself, but it should have been harder for him..

 

[Nick]

Yeah, as I say. Just a bit thick at a guess. Although it was noticeable that every time someone who knew him did call him out on Facebook the post would be deleted and they were presumably blocked. So not sure it would have done much good. An estate agent doing their job and verifying the validity of a buyer or a CET journalist doing some journalism on the other hand would certainly have created hurdles. Both professions that have lost their way in modern times I would say.. but that's a different topic..

EDIT: To be clear, I'm not blaming either of those 2 parties for the debacle itself, but it should have been harder for him..

I pointed it out to CET multiple times, but they aren't too bothered either they just posted what he said without really disproving him.

I agree it should be made very hard for it to get that far.

 

[Esoterica]

Anyway, back onto the real tragedy in this whole sorry saga - has Otis received an apology yet?

 

[ovduk78]

You reckon Kristin Shepard will shoot Dale Evans?!?

....and then we'll all wake up and it was a dream?

 

[Nick]

Anyway, back onto the real tragedy in this whole sorry saga - has Otis received an apology yet?

No, he doesn't deserve one for the way he pointed out Evans contradiction at every turn and pointed out with quotes why it was nonsense. The animal.

 

[Bonotelli01]

I pointed it out to CET multiple times, but they aren't too bothered either they just posted what he said without really disproving him.

I agree it should be made very hard for it to get that far.

That's the thing though isn't. What has really given this story legs is that people perceive that these road blocks exist when they don't. As a consequence, a story that has got past those road blocks gets a validity attributed to it that's unwarranted.

I've seen a number of posts on this forum defending the BBC stating that they're impartial and that it's not their job to check if he's telling the truth. They report the news and it's up to people to decide whether they believe it. That may well be the case but it isn't most people's perception. The assumption I think for most people is that if they see something on BBC news show or hear it on a BBC radio station, some journalism has been done to ensure it isn't completely bogus. The same with a local newspaper. Similarly, if someone has an offer letter from an Estate Agent, surely that agent must have had some proof of funds or a deposit? A respected banker has said he's seen proof of funds.. surely there's no way he would have accepted anything that wasn't totally irrefutable. Dale inadvertently rode the wave of those incorrect perceptions. Nobody stopping him became the proof that he was legit.

 

[Adetuono]

Absolutely. That house sale alone. I'm sure that's caused that chap no end of problems. But I don't see legal action because in my experience people won't go to the hassle and expense without something directly to gain for themselves. Stopping him from doing it to someone else won't motivate SISU, or the solicitors or anyone else I'd have thought. I'd be amazed if he got anything more than a nasty letter from each to ensure he left them alone.

You've made some very rational, sensible and insightful posts. If I could just expand on my experiences?

When DE viewed our house I was initially very sceptical. His story sounded fantastical, but also, incredibly, believable. He'd had a win on some football gamble, gone to Las Vegas to watch the Conor MacGregor fight and dropped into a casino for a game of poker afterwards. The game went well and he was playing $1,000,000/hand, winner takes all. (I know nothing of poker, but hey, this was Las Vegas!) He came out with $14,000,000.

I take on board your suggestion that people believe his stories because, well, they WANT to believe him. As did I. Here was our dream buyer! And the 'offer' was 10% over the guide price!! I even asked him why he was prepared to pay so much, and his answer was that he wanted the house so much, and didn't want to get into a bidding war with another potential buyer, who had already made an acceptable offer. The viewing itself? He brought along his wife, son, his 'best mate' and his wife.

My wife showed them around the house, but Dale was more interested in chatting with me, about my various cars, and how he was intending to start a car restoration business. He mentioned that he'd just bought an 'Eleanor' Mustang for £100,000, a new Mustang, a GTR, a Focus ST for his mate and also offered $200,000 for a Torino that was being restored in the US.

Aside from my house, he was intending to buy a house for his parents and a further one for his friend, who had stuck with him for years. The house was to be a 'thank-you' present. Some 'thank-you'. I may have said at the time I wish I had a friend like him. Oooops! Anyway, viewing complete, off they went. My wife and I were both of the opinion that we'd hear nothing further, but the next day we had a firm offer, pending proof of funds. I should have left it there...

Anyway, on the back of this lucky turn of events, we put in an offer on a small farm that we'd been viewing, which was accepted. Happy days! Solicitors were instructed and we started packing, with a completion date of, potentially, mid-November, when we were due to visit New York for a week. Would you believe it? Dale and his family were also going to New York for a holiday with his winnings!

I must say, at this point, that my estate agent had flagged up that there were some issues around proof of funds. They'd seen a statement indicating that he did have the money. But a statement isn't enough. A couple of weeks later I took a call from Dale. Could he come and have a chat alone, before his wife and son and parents came for a second viewing? He duly arrived and I asked how things were progressing. Trouble with solicitors, apparently. He was moving to a new practise, because his current solicitors were having difficulty dealing with money-laundering regs. And alarm bells started to ring. In the meantime, he outlined his plans for an outdoor pool, measured the garage for a company to come and fit it out for his new business venture and checked to see if one of the rooms would be big enough for his new 120" OLED TV that he'd just bought. We negotiated a price for some items of furniture, and the ride-on mower that his son would take ownership of. He'd transfer the money to my account. He also showed me photos of his £1/2 million motor yacht that he was waiting for, and outlined how he would use it to visit his Monaco apartment, as it was just within range. I asked what sailing experience he had, but was told the sales yard were going to train him in the ways of the sea. I jokingly asked if he'd had any begging letters. Yes! Some people who he'd been at school with had been in touch saying their child was ill, and they needed money. It's Hell being a multi-millionaire! And the bells got louder. After around an hour his wife son and parents arrived. They were shown around again, all agreed it was a perfect home, whereupon they all left, except for Dale, who explained he had to drive to Cambridgeshire where he was going to buy a Porsche Cayenne for his parents as a surprise. What a doting son!

And that's when it all started to fall apart. No proof of funds, moving solicitors all around the country, not answering phone calls from the estate agent or solicitors, FB posts which just didn't add up. And finally, a friend of my wife, whose house was also on the market, said they'd been let down by their buyer. He'd offered £1.2 million for their barn conversion, and disappeared. as he did with the offers he'd put in on the houses for his parents and his best mate. I managed to contact him via FB, asking for an explanation. He told me there'd been issues with his prospective purchase of CCFC, but could he visit to explain? Of course. See you tomorrow at 13.00! Predictably, no show.

There's more, but of no consequence, save that his wife was seen in a local supermarket last week, by one of the vendors he'd let down. Trolley full of own-brand bargain food. I'd be in Waitrose, or at the very least M&S. And lastly, only last week my estate agent had a call from an agent in Norwich. DE had tried to buy a house they had on their books, along with a business. They were advised to back away. Word gets around.

The place we wanted to buy is back on the market. The vendor has been incredibly understanding. I've unpacked all that I packed. Our house is back on the market. We've had a couple of viewings and an interested party. We remain hopeful that we can sell before the place we want is snapped up, but have grown a degree of scepticism. May be out of pocket if we lose the place we want, as all searches have been done from a buyers perspective, but who knows? We've gone from anger to acceptance, and have learned a lesson, but can't see these particular sets of circumstances ever recurring. Anywhere. Ever.

Prosecution. It was a fleeting consideration, but not sure what it would achieve, other than maybe reining him in, not to do it again. He plainly hasn't got a pot to piss in.

Someone mentioned pissing a 'gangster' type off. I'm far from a gangster, and rarely, if ever, have I thrown a punch. If he'd turned up on my doorstep a month or two back I would have made an exception. Now, I'd sit him down and let him know what he's put us through. My wife isn't so forgiving. I've had to lock the (metaphorical) shotgun away and hidden the key. I just hope she doesn't see him in the street.

Is DE calculating? I'll let you draw your own conclusions.

 

[Bonotelli01]

You've made some very rational, sensible and insightful posts. If I could just expand on my experiences?

When DE viewed our house I was initially very sceptical. His story sounded fantastical, but also, incredibly, believable. He'd had a win on some football gamble, gone to Las Vegas to watch the Conor MacGregor fight and dropped into a casino for a game of poker afterwards. The game went well and he was playing $1,000,000/hand, winner takes all. (I know nothing of poker, but hey, this was Las Vegas!) He came out with $14,000,000.

I take on board your suggestion that people believe his stories because, well, they WANT to believe him. As did I. Here was our dream buyer! And the 'offer' was 10% over the guide price!! I even asked him why he was prepared to pay so much, and his answer was that he wanted the house so much, and didn't want to get into a bidding war with another potential buyer, who had already made an acceptable offer. The viewing itself? He brought along his wife, son, his 'best mate' and his wife.

My wife showed them around the house, but Dale was more interested in chatting with me, about my various cars, and how he was intending to start a car restoration business. He mentioned that he'd just bought an 'Eleanor' Mustang for £100,000, a new Mustang, a GTR, a Focus ST for his mate and also offered $200,000 for a Torino that was being restored in the US.

Aside from my house, he was intending to buy a house for his parents and a further one for his friend, who had stuck with him for years. The house was to be a 'thank-you' present. Some 'thank-you'. I may have said at the time I wish I had a friend like him. Oooops! Anyway, viewing complete, off they went. My wife and I were both of the opinion that we'd hear nothing further, but the next day we had a firm offer, pending proof of funds. I should have left it there...

Anyway, on the back of this lucky turn of events, we put in an offer on a small farm that we'd been viewing, which was accepted. Happy days! Solicitors were instructed and we started packing, with a completion date of, potentially, mid-November, when we were due to visit New York for a week. Would you believe it? Dale and his family were also going to New York for a holiday with his winnings!

I must say, at this point, that my estate agent had flagged up that there were some issues around proof of funds. They'd seen a statement indicating that he did have the money. But a statement isn't enough. A couple of weeks later I took a call from Dale. Could he come and have a chat alone, before his wife and son and parents came for a second viewing? He duly arrived and I asked how things were progressing. Trouble with solicitors, apparently. He was moving to a new practise, because his current solicitors were having difficulty dealing with money-laundering regs. And alarm bells started to ring. In the meantime, he outlined his plans for an outdoor pool, measured the garage for a company to come and fit it out for his new business venture and checked to see if one of the rooms would be big enough for his new 120" OLED TV that he'd just bought. We negotiated a price for some items of furniture, and the ride-on mower that his son would take ownership of. He'd transfer the money to my account. He also showed me photos of his £1/2 million motor yacht that he was waiting for, and outlined how he would use it to visit his Monaco apartment, as it was just within range. I asked what sailing experience he had, but was told the sales yard were going to train him in the ways of the sea. I jokingly asked if he'd had any begging letters. Yes! Some people who he'd been at school with had been in touch saying their child was ill, and they needed money. It's Hell being a multi-millionaire! And the bells got louder. After around an hour his wife son and parents arrived. They were shown around again, all agreed it was a perfect home, whereupon they all left, except for Dale, who explained he had to drive to Cambridgeshire where he was going to buy a Porsche Cayenne for his parents as a surprise. What a doting son!

And that's when it all started to fall apart. No proof of funds, moving solicitors all around the country, not answering phone calls from the estate agent or solicitors, FB posts which just didn't add up. And finally, a friend of my wife, whose house was also on the market, said they'd been let down by their buyer. He'd offered £1.2 million for their barn conversion, and disappeared. as he did with the offers he'd put in on the houses for his parents and his best mate. I managed to contact him via FB, asking for an explanation. He told me there'd been issues with his prospective purchase of CCFC, but could he visit to explain? Of course. See you tomorrow at 13.00! Predictably, no show.

There's more, but of no consequence, save that his wife was seen in a local supermarket last week, by one of the vendors he'd let down. Trolley full of own-brand bargain food. I'd be in Waitrose, or at the very least M&S. And lastly, only last week my estate agent had a call from an agent in Norwich. DE had tried to buy a house they had on their books, along with a business. They were advised to back away. Word gets around.

The place we wanted to buy is back on the market. The vendor has been incredibly understanding. I've unpacked all that I packed. Our house is back on the market. We've had a couple of viewings and an interested party. We remain hopeful that we can sell before the place we want is snapped up, but have grown a degree of scepticism. May be out of pocket if we lose the place we want, as all searches have been done from a buyers perspective, but who knows? We've gone from anger to acceptance, and have learned a lesson, but can't see these particular sets of circumstances ever recurring. Anywhere. Ever.

Prosecution. It was a fleeting consideration, but not sure what it would achieve, other than maybe reining him in, not to do it again. He plainly hasn't got a pot to piss in.

Someone mentioned pissing a 'gangster' type off. I'm far from a gangster, and rarely, if ever, have I thrown a punch. If he'd turned up on my doorstep a month or two back I would have made an exception. Now, I'd sit him down and let him know what he's put us through. My wife isn't so forgiving. I've had to lock the (metaphorical) shotgun away and hidden the key. I just hope she doesn't see him in the street.

Is DE calculating? I'll let you draw your own conclusions.

Horrendous.. and to be clear, I wouldn't include you or your wife in the "people believe what they want to believe" narrative. As I said in another post, no one has anything to gain by putting an offer in on a house they don't intend to buy so you would have had no reason to doubt it. Just very unlucky.

 

[Skyblueweeman]

More importantly, who is the Bonotelli01 bloke, coming on here, all well articulated and with well written responses?

I'm afraid you're not going to fit in that well round here my friend unless you tick one of the following boxes:

* You like arguing. A lot.
* Your spelling takes a turn for the worse.
* You have a strong gif game.
* You use £20 notes as loo roll.

If you don't tick any of the above boxes, I don't suppose you have £20m+ do you? I know a decent little football club that could do with some help.....

 

[Ian1779]

You've made some very rational, sensible and insightful posts. If I could just expand on my experiences?

When DE viewed our house I was initially very sceptical. His story sounded fantastical, but also, incredibly, believable. He'd had a win on some football gamble, gone to Las Vegas to watch the Conor MacGregor fight and dropped into a casino for a game of poker afterwards. The game went well and he was playing $1,000,000/hand, winner takes all. (I know nothing of poker, but hey, this was Las Vegas!) He came out with $14,000,000.

I take on board your suggestion that people believe his stories because, well, they WANT to believe him. As did I. Here was our dream buyer! And the 'offer' was 10% over the guide price!! I even asked him why he was prepared to pay so much, and his answer was that he wanted the house so much, and didn't want to get into a bidding war with another potential buyer, who had already made an acceptable offer. The viewing itself? He brought along his wife, son, his 'best mate' and his wife.

My wife showed them around the house, but Dale was more interested in chatting with me, about my various cars, and how he was intending to start a car restoration business. He mentioned that he'd just bought an 'Eleanor' Mustang for £100,000, a new Mustang, a GTR, a Focus ST for his mate and also offered $200,000 for a Torino that was being restored in the US.

Aside from my house, he was intending to buy a house for his parents and a further one for his friend, who had stuck with him for years. The house was to be a 'thank-you' present. Some 'thank-you'. I may have said at the time I wish I had a friend like him. Oooops! Anyway, viewing complete, off they went. My wife and I were both of the opinion that we'd hear nothing further, but the next day we had a firm offer, pending proof of funds. I should have left it there...

Anyway, on the back of this lucky turn of events, we put in an offer on a small farm that we'd been viewing, which was accepted. Happy days! Solicitors were instructed and we started packing, with a completion date of, potentially, mid-November, when we were due to visit New York for a week. Would you believe it? Dale and his family were also going to New York for a holiday with his winnings!

I must say, at this point, that my estate agent had flagged up that there were some issues around proof of funds. They'd seen a statement indicating that he did have the money. But a statement isn't enough. A couple of weeks later I took a call from Dale. Could he come and have a chat alone, before his wife and son and parents came for a second viewing? He duly arrived and I asked how things were progressing. Trouble with solicitors, apparently. He was moving to a new practise, because his current solicitors were having difficulty dealing with money-laundering regs. And alarm bells started to ring. In the meantime, he outlined his plans for an outdoor pool, measured the garage for a company to come and fit it out for his new business venture and checked to see if one of the rooms would be big enough for his new 120" OLED TV that he'd just bought. We negotiated a price for some items of furniture, and the ride-on mower that his son would take ownership of. He'd transfer the money to my account. He also showed me photos of his £1/2 million motor yacht that he was waiting for, and outlined how he would use it to visit his Monaco apartment, as it was just within range. I asked what sailing experience he had, but was told the sales yard were going to train him in the ways of the sea. I jokingly asked if he'd had any begging letters. Yes! Some people who he'd been at school with had been in touch saying their child was ill, and they needed money. It's Hell being a multi-millionaire! And the bells got louder. After around an hour his wife son and parents arrived. They were shown around again, all agreed it was a perfect home, whereupon they all left, except for Dale, who explained he had to drive to Cambridgeshire where he was going to buy a Porsche Cayenne for his parents as a surprise. What a doting son!

And that's when it all started to fall apart. No proof of funds, moving solicitors all around the country, not answering phone calls from the estate agent or solicitors, FB posts which just didn't add up. And finally, a friend of my wife, whose house was also on the market, said they'd been let down by their buyer. He'd offered £1.2 million for their barn conversion, and disappeared. as he did with the offers he'd put in on the houses for his parents and his best mate. I managed to contact him via FB, asking for an explanation. He told me there'd been issues with his prospective purchase of CCFC, but could he visit to explain? Of course. See you tomorrow at 13.00! Predictably, no show.

There's more, but of no consequence, save that his wife was seen in a local supermarket last week, by one of the vendors he'd let down. Trolley full of own-brand bargain food. I'd be in Waitrose, or at the very least M&S. And lastly, only last week my estate agent had a call from an agent in Norwich. DE had tried to buy a house they had on their books, along with a business. They were advised to back away. Word gets around.

The place we wanted to buy is back on the market. The vendor has been incredibly understanding. I've unpacked all that I packed. Our house is back on the market. We've had a couple of viewings and an interested party. We remain hopeful that we can sell before the place we want is snapped up, but have grown a degree of scepticism. May be out of pocket if we lose the place we want, as all searches have been done from a buyers perspective, but who knows? We've gone from anger to acceptance, and have learned a lesson, but can't see these particular sets of circumstances ever recurring. Anywhere. Ever.

Prosecution. It was a fleeting consideration, but not sure what it would achieve, other than maybe reining him in, not to do it again. He plainly hasn't got a pot to piss in.

Someone mentioned pissing a 'gangster' type off. I'm far from a gangster, and rarely, if ever, have I thrown a punch. If he'd turned up on my doorstep a month or two back I would have made an exception. Now, I'd sit him down and let him know what he's put us through. My wife isn't so forgiving. I've had to lock the (metaphorical) shotgun away and hidden the key. I just hope she doesn't see him in the street.

Is DE calculating? I'll let you draw your own conclusions.

What a shitty situation to be put in - I feel for you and your family.

 

[Bonotelli01]

You've made some very rational, sensible and insightful posts. If I could just expand on my experiences?

When DE viewed our house I was initially very sceptical. His story sounded fantastical, but also, incredibly, believable. He'd had a win on some football gamble, gone to Las Vegas to watch the Conor MacGregor fight and dropped into a casino for a game of poker afterwards. The game went well and he was playing $1,000,000/hand, winner takes all. (I know nothing of poker, but hey, this was Las Vegas!) He came out with $14,000,000.

I take on board your suggestion that people believe his stories because, well, they WANT to believe him. As did I. Here was our dream buyer! And the 'offer' was 10% over the guide price!! I even asked him why he was prepared to pay so much, and his answer was that he wanted the house so much, and didn't want to get into a bidding war with another potential buyer, who had already made an acceptable offer. The viewing itself? He brought along his wife, son, his 'best mate' and his wife.

My wife showed them around the house, but Dale was more interested in chatting with me, about my various cars, and how he was intending to start a car restoration business. He mentioned that he'd just bought an 'Eleanor' Mustang for £100,000, a new Mustang, a GTR, a Focus ST for his mate and also offered $200,000 for a Torino that was being restored in the US.

Aside from my house, he was intending to buy a house for his parents and a further one for his friend, who had stuck with him for years. The house was to be a 'thank-you' present. Some 'thank-you'. I may have said at the time I wish I had a friend like him. Oooops! Anyway, viewing complete, off they went. My wife and I were both of the opinion that we'd hear nothing further, but the next day we had a firm offer, pending proof of funds. I should have left it there...

Anyway, on the back of this lucky turn of events, we put in an offer on a small farm that we'd been viewing, which was accepted. Happy days! Solicitors were instructed and we started packing, with a completion date of, potentially, mid-November, when we were due to visit New York for a week. Would you believe it? Dale and his family were also going to New York for a holiday with his winnings!

I must say, at this point, that my estate agent had flagged up that there were some issues around proof of funds. They'd seen a statement indicating that he did have the money. But a statement isn't enough. A couple of weeks later I took a call from Dale. Could he come and have a chat alone, before his wife and son and parents came for a second viewing? He duly arrived and I asked how things were progressing. Trouble with solicitors, apparently. He was moving to a new practise, because his current solicitors were having difficulty dealing with money-laundering regs. And alarm bells started to ring. In the meantime, he outlined his plans for an outdoor pool, measured the garage for a company to come and fit it out for his new business venture and checked to see if one of the rooms would be big enough for his new 120" OLED TV that he'd just bought. We negotiated a price for some items of furniture, and the ride-on mower that his son would take ownership of. He'd transfer the money to my account. He also showed me photos of his £1/2 million motor yacht that he was waiting for, and outlined how he would use it to visit his Monaco apartment, as it was just within range. I asked what sailing experience he had, but was told the sales yard were going to train him in the ways of the sea. I jokingly asked if he'd had any begging letters. Yes! Some people who he'd been at school with had been in touch saying their child was ill, and they needed money. It's Hell being a multi-millionaire! And the bells got louder. After around an hour his wife son and parents arrived. They were shown around again, all agreed it was a perfect home, whereupon they all left, except for Dale, who explained he had to drive to Cambridgeshire where he was going to buy a Porsche Cayenne for his parents as a surprise. What a doting son!

And that's when it all started to fall apart. No proof of funds, moving solicitors all around the country, not answering phone calls from the estate agent or solicitors, FB posts which just didn't add up. And finally, a friend of my wife, whose house was also on the market, said they'd been let down by their buyer. He'd offered £1.2 million for their barn conversion, and disappeared. as he did with the offers he'd put in on the houses for his parents and his best mate. I managed to contact him via FB, asking for an explanation. He told me there'd been issues with his prospective purchase of CCFC, but could he visit to explain? Of course. See you tomorrow at 13.00! Predictably, no show.

There's more, but of no consequence, save that his wife was seen in a local supermarket last week, by one of the vendors he'd let down. Trolley full of own-brand bargain food. I'd be in Waitrose, or at the very least M&S. And lastly, only last week my estate agent had a call from an agent in Norwich. DE had tried to buy a house they had on their books, along with a business. They were advised to back away. Word gets around.

The place we wanted to buy is back on the market. The vendor has been incredibly understanding. I've unpacked all that I packed. Our house is back on the market. We've had a couple of viewings and an interested party. We remain hopeful that we can sell before the place we want is snapped up, but have grown a degree of scepticism. May be out of pocket if we lose the place we want, as all searches have been done from a buyers perspective, but who knows? We've gone from anger to acceptance, and have learned a lesson, but can't see these particular sets of circumstances ever recurring. Anywhere. Ever.

Prosecution. It was a fleeting consideration, but not sure what it would achieve, other than maybe reining him in, not to do it again. He plainly hasn't got a pot to piss in.

Someone mentioned pissing a 'gangster' type off. I'm far from a gangster, and rarely, if ever, have I thrown a punch. If he'd turned up on my doorstep a month or two back I would have made an exception. Now, I'd sit him down and let him know what he's put us through. My wife isn't so forgiving. I've had to lock the (metaphorical) shotgun away and hidden the key. I just hope she doesn't see him in the street.

Is DE calculating? I'll let you draw your own conclusions.

Actually, one thing I did just want to ask. You mentioned he viewed the house with his wife and that his story was that he'd actually been to Vegas for the McGregor fight. Did he say this in front of her?

 

[Otis]

You've made some very rational, sensible and insightful posts. If I could just expand on my experiences?

When DE viewed our house I was initially very sceptical. His story sounded fantastical, but also, incredibly, believable. He'd had a win on some football gamble, gone to Las Vegas to watch the Conor MacGregor fight and dropped into a casino for a game of poker afterwards. The game went well and he was playing $1,000,000/hand, winner takes all. (I know nothing of poker, but hey, this was Las Vegas!) He came out with $14,000,000.

I take on board your suggestion that people believe his stories because, well, they WANT to believe him. As did I. Here was our dream buyer! And the 'offer' was 10% over the guide price!! I even asked him why he was prepared to pay so much, and his answer was that he wanted the house so much, and didn't want to get into a bidding war with another potential buyer, who had already made an acceptable offer. The viewing itself? He brought along his wife, son, his 'best mate' and his wife.

My wife showed them around the house, but Dale was more interested in chatting with me, about my various cars, and how he was intending to start a car restoration business. He mentioned that he'd just bought an 'Eleanor' Mustang for £100,000, a new Mustang, a GTR, a Focus ST for his mate and also offered $200,000 for a Torino that was being restored in the US.

Aside from my house, he was intending to buy a house for his parents and a further one for his friend, who had stuck with him for years. The house was to be a 'thank-you' present. Some 'thank-you'. I may have said at the time I wish I had a friend like him. Oooops! Anyway, viewing complete, off they went. My wife and I were both of the opinion that we'd hear nothing further, but the next day we had a firm offer, pending proof of funds. I should have left it there...

Anyway, on the back of this lucky turn of events, we put in an offer on a small farm that we'd been viewing, which was accepted. Happy days! Solicitors were instructed and we started packing, with a completion date of, potentially, mid-November, when we were due to visit New York for a week. Would you believe it? Dale and his family were also going to New York for a holiday with his winnings!

I must say, at this point, that my estate agent had flagged up that there were some issues around proof of funds. They'd seen a statement indicating that he did have the money. But a statement isn't enough. A couple of weeks later I took a call from Dale. Could he come and have a chat alone, before his wife and son and parents came for a second viewing? He duly arrived and I asked how things were progressing. Trouble with solicitors, apparently. He was moving to a new practise, because his current solicitors were having difficulty dealing with money-laundering regs. And alarm bells started to ring. In the meantime, he outlined his plans for an outdoor pool, measured the garage for a company to come and fit it out for his new business venture and checked to see if one of the rooms would be big enough for his new 120" OLED TV that he'd just bought. We negotiated a price for some items of furniture, and the ride-on mower that his son would take ownership of. He'd transfer the money to my account. He also showed me photos of his £1/2 million motor yacht that he was waiting for, and outlined how he would use it to visit his Monaco apartment, as it was just within range. I asked what sailing experience he had, but was told the sales yard were going to train him in the ways of the sea. I jokingly asked if he'd had any begging letters. Yes! Some people who he'd been at school with had been in touch saying their child was ill, and they needed money. It's Hell being a multi-millionaire! And the bells got louder. After around an hour his wife son and parents arrived. They were shown around again, all agreed it was a perfect home, whereupon they all left, except for Dale, who explained he had to drive to Cambridgeshire where he was going to buy a Porsche Cayenne for his parents as a surprise. What a doting son!

And that's when it all started to fall apart. No proof of funds, moving solicitors all around the country, not answering phone calls from the estate agent or solicitors, FB posts which just didn't add up. And finally, a friend of my wife, whose house was also on the market, said they'd been let down by their buyer. He'd offered £1.2 million for their barn conversion, and disappeared. as he did with the offers he'd put in on the houses for his parents and his best mate. I managed to contact him via FB, asking for an explanation. He told me there'd been issues with his prospective purchase of CCFC, but could he visit to explain? Of course. See you tomorrow at 13.00! Predictably, no show.

There's more, but of no consequence, save that his wife was seen in a local supermarket last week, by one of the vendors he'd let down. Trolley full of own-brand bargain food. I'd be in Waitrose, or at the very least M&S. And lastly, only last week my estate agent had a call from an agent in Norwich. DE had tried to buy a house they had on their books, along with a business. They were advised to back away. Word gets around.

The place we wanted to buy is back on the market. The vendor has been incredibly understanding. I've unpacked all that I packed. Our house is back on the market. We've had a couple of viewings and an interested party. We remain hopeful that we can sell before the place we want is snapped up, but have grown a degree of scepticism. May be out of pocket if we lose the place we want, as all searches have been done from a buyers perspective, but who knows? We've gone from anger to acceptance, and have learned a lesson, but can't see these particular sets of circumstances ever recurring. Anywhere. Ever.

Prosecution. It was a fleeting consideration, but not sure what it would achieve, other than maybe reining him in, not to do it again. He plainly hasn't got a pot to piss in.

Someone mentioned pissing a 'gangster' type off. I'm far from a gangster, and rarely, if ever, have I thrown a punch. If he'd turned up on my doorstep a month or two back I would have made an exception. Now, I'd sit him down and let him know what he's put us through. My wife isn't so forgiving. I've had to lock the (metaphorical) shotgun away and hidden the key. I just hope she doesn't see him in the street.

Is DE calculating? I'll let you draw your own conclusions.

That story is just ..wow! The length and depth of the deception and the chain and chain of lies.

Incredible! And then the fact he came back and was taking measurements etc.

It's one thing to lie and I have known a few compulsive liars, but they would never, ever carry anything through. They would cover for the lie and lie some more, but would never ever dare to say put an offer in on a house, they would only tell us as mates that they had and then cover it up.

I think they would go to a car showroom to look at cars and say they would be very interested in buying, but wouldn't say they actually ARE buying, it would be more a cover up and excuses how they would come back next time.

Never, ever heard of anyone going to this sort of length.

Very concerning if all the time he knew exactly what he was doing and went to such lengths.

 

[Bonotelli01]

More importantly, who is the Bonotelli01 bloke, coming on here, all well articulated and with well written responses?

I'm afraid you're not going to fit in that well round here my friend unless you tick one of the following boxes:

* You like arguing. A lot.
* Your spelling takes a turn for the worse.
* You have a strong gif game.
* You use £20 notes as loo roll.

If you don't tick any of the above boxes, I don't suppose you have £20m+ do you? I know a decent little football club that could do with some help.....

I do like an argument. And I do wipe my arse with £20 notes but that has more to do with a very specific psychosis..

 

[Skyblueweeman]

I do like an argument. And I do wipe my arse with £20 notes but that has more to do with a very specific psychosis..

You and me are going to get on just fine. Welcome!


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[Captain Dart]

There is probably a very entertaining docu drama in all this, after Dale has gone down for fraud.

 

[Otis]

There is probably a very entertaining docu drama in all this, after Dale has gone down for fraud.

If CCFC or this solicitors hear of the depth of that deception over 'buying' that house they may well decide to proceed with legal action.

Just wondering if there is deception stuff that is yet to be uncovered in this sorry saga.

 

[Adetuono]

Actually, one thing I did just want to ask. You mentioned he viewed the house with his wife and that his story was that he'd actually been to Vegas for the McGregor fight. Did he say this in front of her?

From memory, no, I don't think so. I did congratulate her on their good fortune however. She was even going to have the chicken run!

When his parents arrived for the second viewing I commented on how lucky they were to have their son buying them a house. They were either totally taken in by his lies, or are equally complicit.

 

[Otis]

From memory, no, I don't think so. I did congratulate her on their good fortune however. She was even going to have the chicken run!

When his parents arrived for the second viewing I commented on how lucky they were to have their son buying them a house. They were either totally taken in by his lies, or are equally complicit.

Well you would think his parents would be the most versed of all in all his bullshitting exploits throughout the years.

 

[Adetuono]

Well you would think his parents would be the most versed of all in all his bullshitting exploits throughout the years.

Indeed. So why go along with the charade? Why not have a quiet word in my ear? Could have saved the whole sorry business.

 

[Bonotelli01]

Indeed. So why go along with the charade? Why not have a quiet word in my ear? Could have saved the whole sorry business.

The man you would have met would be his Mum's partner, not his father but I take your point. The reason I asked was because his wife would have known for a fact that he hadn't been to Vegas so it would have been something of a plot thickener if she'd gone along with that particular lie. But if she wasn't there for that part of the conversation I guess that makes sense.

As for the rest of it, to my knowledge they genuinely believed it to be true. Even only going as far as to say they "weren't sure" until very recently (which goes back to my first point about people believing what they want to / need to believe even in view of such hefty evidence to the contrary). His mum was always the odd one for me because she's a pretty switched on lady and no shrinking violet. Could never quite understand why she didn't nail him early but again, I guess she either didn't want to comprehend her son going to such lengths to lie so elaborately coupled with her desire for it to be true that she was getting a brand new house.

No excuse of course..

 

[cov4theprem]

What annoys me most out of this sorry situation is that DE has made The Mad Hatters look stupid

 

[BackRoomRummermill]

You've made some very rational, sensible and insightful posts. If I could just expand on my experiences?

When DE viewed our house I was initially very sceptical. His story sounded fantastical, but also, incredibly, believable. He'd had a win on some football gamble, gone to Las Vegas to watch the Conor MacGregor fight and dropped into a casino for a game of poker afterwards. The game went well and he was playing $1,000,000/hand, winner takes all. (I know nothing of poker, but hey, this was Las Vegas!) He came out with $14,000,000.

I take on board your suggestion that people believe his stories because, well, they WANT to believe him. As did I. Here was our dream buyer! And the 'offer' was 10% over the guide price!! I even asked him why he was prepared to pay so much, and his answer was that he wanted the house so much, and didn't want to get into a bidding war with another potential buyer, who had already made an acceptable offer. The viewing itself? He brought along his wife, son, his 'best mate' and his wife.

My wife showed them around the house, but Dale was more interested in chatting with me, about my various cars, and how he was intending to start a car restoration business. He mentioned that he'd just bought an 'Eleanor' Mustang for £100,000, a new Mustang, a GTR, a Focus ST for his mate and also offered $200,000 for a Torino that was being restored in the US.

Aside from my house, he was intending to buy a house for his parents and a further one for his friend, who had stuck with him for years. The house was to be a 'thank-you' present. Some 'thank-you'. I may have said at the time I wish I had a friend like him. Oooops! Anyway, viewing complete, off they went. My wife and I were both of the opinion that we'd hear nothing further, but the next day we had a firm offer, pending proof of funds. I should have left it there...

Anyway, on the back of this lucky turn of events, we put in an offer on a small farm that we'd been viewing, which was accepted. Happy days! Solicitors were instructed and we started packing, with a completion date of, potentially, mid-November, when we were due to visit New York for a week. Would you believe it? Dale and his family were also going to New York for a holiday with his winnings!

I must say, at this point, that my estate agent had flagged up that there were some issues around proof of funds. They'd seen a statement indicating that he did have the money. But a statement isn't enough. A couple of weeks later I took a call from Dale. Could he come and have a chat alone, before his wife and son and parents came for a second viewing? He duly arrived and I asked how things were progressing. Trouble with solicitors, apparently. He was moving to a new practise, because his current solicitors were having difficulty dealing with money-laundering regs. And alarm bells started to ring. In the meantime, he outlined his plans for an outdoor pool, measured the garage for a company to come and fit it out for his new business venture and checked to see if one of the rooms would be big enough for his new 120" OLED TV that he'd just bought. We negotiated a price for some items of furniture, and the ride-on mower that his son would take ownership of. He'd transfer the money to my account. He also showed me photos of his £1/2 million motor yacht that he was waiting for, and outlined how he would use it to visit his Monaco apartment, as it was just within range. I asked what sailing experience he had, but was told the sales yard were going to train him in the ways of the sea. I jokingly asked if he'd had any begging letters. Yes! Some people who he'd been at school with had been in touch saying their child was ill, and they needed money. It's Hell being a multi-millionaire! And the bells got louder. After around an hour his wife son and parents arrived. They were shown around again, all agreed it was a perfect home, whereupon they all left, except for Dale, who explained he had to drive to Cambridgeshire where he was going to buy a Porsche Cayenne for his parents as a surprise. What a doting son!

And that's when it all started to fall apart. No proof of funds, moving solicitors all around the country, not answering phone calls from the estate agent or solicitors, FB posts which just didn't add up. And finally, a friend of my wife, whose house was also on the market, said they'd been let down by their buyer. He'd offered £1.2 million for their barn conversion, and disappeared. as he did with the offers he'd put in on the houses for his parents and his best mate. I managed to contact him via FB, asking for an explanation. He told me there'd been issues with his prospective purchase of CCFC, but could he visit to explain? Of course. See you tomorrow at 13.00! Predictably, no show.

There's more, but of no consequence, save that his wife was seen in a local supermarket last week, by one of the vendors he'd let down. Trolley full of own-brand bargain food. I'd be in Waitrose, or at the very least M&S. And lastly, only last week my estate agent had a call from an agent in Norwich. DE had tried to buy a house they had on their books, along with a business. They were advised to back away. Word gets around.

The place we wanted to buy is back on the market. The vendor has been incredibly understanding. I've unpacked all that I packed. Our house is back on the market. We've had a couple of viewings and an interested party. We remain hopeful that we can sell before the place we want is snapped up, but have grown a degree of scepticism. May be out of pocket if we lose the place we want, as all searches have been done from a buyers perspective, but who knows? We've gone from anger to acceptance, and have learned a lesson, but can't see these particular sets of circumstances ever recurring. Anywhere. Ever.

Prosecution. It was a fleeting consideration, but not sure what it would achieve, other than maybe reining him in, not to do it again. He plainly hasn't got a pot to piss in.

Someone mentioned pissing a 'gangster' type off. I'm far from a gangster, and rarely, if ever, have I thrown a punch. If he'd turned up on my doorstep a month or two back I would have made an exception. Now, I'd sit him down and let him know what he's put us through. My wife isn't so forgiving. I've had to lock the (metaphorical) shotgun away and hidden the key. I just hope she doesn't see him in the street.

Is DE calculating? I'll let you draw your own conclusions.

I guess its a case of pure frustration the property chain is stressful enough without imbeciles like this. I hope you can get a clear path ahead.

I called him out immediately on the basis of it sounds to good to be true then its fake. The problem with this society is that people are entitled to their opinions but not their own facts which this person obviously is making up his whole life.

I bet he does gamble and up to his eyeballs in debt.

While your here do you fancy supporting Cov ! something positive

 

[Grendel]

You've made some very rational, sensible and insightful posts. If I could just expand on my experiences?

When DE viewed our house I was initially very sceptical. His story sounded fantastical, but also, incredibly, believable. He'd had a win on some football gamble, gone to Las Vegas to watch the Conor MacGregor fight and dropped into a casino for a game of poker afterwards. The game went well and he was playing $1,000,000/hand, winner takes all. (I know nothing of poker, but hey, this was Las Vegas!) He came out with $14,000,000.

I take on board your suggestion that people believe his stories because, well, they WANT to believe him. As did I. Here was our dream buyer! And the 'offer' was 10% over the guide price!! I even asked him why he was prepared to pay so much, and his answer was that he wanted the house so much, and didn't want to get into a bidding war with another potential buyer, who had already made an acceptable offer. The viewing itself? He brought along his wife, son, his 'best mate' and his wife.

My wife showed them around the house, but Dale was more interested in chatting with me, about my various cars, and how he was intending to start a car restoration business. He mentioned that he'd just bought an 'Eleanor' Mustang for £100,000, a new Mustang, a GTR, a Focus ST for his mate and also offered $200,000 for a Torino that was being restored in the US.

Aside from my house, he was intending to buy a house for his parents and a further one for his friend, who had stuck with him for years. The house was to be a 'thank-you' present. Some 'thank-you'. I may have said at the time I wish I had a friend like him. Oooops! Anyway, viewing complete, off they went. My wife and I were both of the opinion that we'd hear nothing further, but the next day we had a firm offer, pending proof of funds. I should have left it there...

Anyway, on the back of this lucky turn of events, we put in an offer on a small farm that we'd been viewing, which was accepted. Happy days! Solicitors were instructed and we started packing, with a completion date of, potentially, mid-November, when we were due to visit New York for a week. Would you believe it? Dale and his family were also going to New York for a holiday with his winnings!

I must say, at this point, that my estate agent had flagged up that there were some issues around proof of funds. They'd seen a statement indicating that he did have the money. But a statement isn't enough. A couple of weeks later I took a call from Dale. Could he come and have a chat alone, before his wife and son and parents came for a second viewing? He duly arrived and I asked how things were progressing. Trouble with solicitors, apparently. He was moving to a new practise, because his current solicitors were having difficulty dealing with money-laundering regs. And alarm bells started to ring. In the meantime, he outlined his plans for an outdoor pool, measured the garage for a company to come and fit it out for his new business venture and checked to see if one of the rooms would be big enough for his new 120" OLED TV that he'd just bought. We negotiated a price for some items of furniture, and the ride-on mower that his son would take ownership of. He'd transfer the money to my account. He also showed me photos of his £1/2 million motor yacht that he was waiting for, and outlined how he would use it to visit his Monaco apartment, as it was just within range. I asked what sailing experience he had, but was told the sales yard were going to train him in the ways of the sea. I jokingly asked if he'd had any begging letters. Yes! Some people who he'd been at school with had been in touch saying their child was ill, and they needed money. It's Hell being a multi-millionaire! And the bells got louder. After around an hour his wife son and parents arrived. They were shown around again, all agreed it was a perfect home, whereupon they all left, except for Dale, who explained he had to drive to Cambridgeshire where he was going to buy a Porsche Cayenne for his parents as a surprise. What a doting son!

And that's when it all started to fall apart. No proof of funds, moving solicitors all around the country, not answering phone calls from the estate agent or solicitors, FB posts which just didn't add up. And finally, a friend of my wife, whose house was also on the market, said they'd been let down by their buyer. He'd offered £1.2 million for their barn conversion, and disappeared. as he did with the offers he'd put in on the houses for his parents and his best mate. I managed to contact him via FB, asking for an explanation. He told me there'd been issues with his prospective purchase of CCFC, but could he visit to explain? Of course. See you tomorrow at 13.00! Predictably, no show.

There's more, but of no consequence, save that his wife was seen in a local supermarket last week, by one of the vendors he'd let down. Trolley full of own-brand bargain food. I'd be in Waitrose, or at the very least M&S. And lastly, only last week my estate agent had a call from an agent in Norwich. DE had tried to buy a house they had on their books, along with a business. They were advised to back away. Word gets around.

The place we wanted to buy is back on the market. The vendor has been incredibly understanding. I've unpacked all that I packed. Our house is back on the market. We've had a couple of viewings and an interested party. We remain hopeful that we can sell before the place we want is snapped up, but have grown a degree of scepticism. May be out of pocket if we lose the place we want, as all searches have been done from a buyers perspective, but who knows? We've gone from anger to acceptance, and have learned a lesson, but can't see these particular sets of circumstances ever recurring. Anywhere. Ever.

Prosecution. It was a fleeting consideration, but not sure what it would achieve, other than maybe reining him in, not to do it again. He plainly hasn't got a pot to piss in.

Someone mentioned pissing a 'gangster' type off. I'm far from a gangster, and rarely, if ever, have I thrown a punch. If he'd turned up on my doorstep a month or two back I would have made an exception. Now, I'd sit him down and let him know what he's put us through. My wife isn't so forgiving. I've had to lock the (metaphorical) shotgun away and hidden the key. I just hope she doesn't see him in the street.

Is DE calculating? I'll let you draw your own conclusions.

So you reckon he’s not buying the club then?

 

[Otis]

I guess its a case of pure frustration the property chain is stressful enough without imbeciles like this. I hope you can get a clear path ahead.

I called him out immediately on the basis of it sounds to good to be true then its fake. The problem with this society is that people are entitled to their opinions but not their own facts which this person obviously is making up his whole life.

I bet he does gamble and up to his eyeballs in debt.

Wouldn't be at all surprised. Desperate to win the money that could support the lie.

 

[Grendel]

Wouldn't be at all surprised. Desperate to win the money that could support the lie.

That’s what happened to the “lottery winner” - he ended up in debt as he’d be buying hundreds of lottery tickets a week to try and really win

 

[shmmeee]

Don’t get the mentality at all. I’ve got a mate who likes to bullshit, his wife either backs him up or stays quiet. Literally everyone knows he’s bullshitting as well. What’s the point?

 

[Adge]

So you reckon he’s not buying the club then?

Lets give him a chance and wait and see.

 

[clint van damme]

Lets give him a chance and wait and see.

 

[Captain Dart]

What annoys me most out of this sorry situation is that DE has made The Mad Hatters look stupid

No mean feat.. LOL

 

[covmark]

You've made some very rational, sensible and insightful posts. If I could just expand on my experiences?

When DE viewed our house I was initially very sceptical. His story sounded fantastical, but also, incredibly, believable. He'd had a win on some football gamble, gone to Las Vegas to watch the Conor MacGregor fight and dropped into a casino for a game of poker afterwards. The game went well and he was playing $1,000,000/hand, winner takes all. (I know nothing of poker, but hey, this was Las Vegas!) He came out with $14,000,000.

I take on board your suggestion that people believe his stories because, well, they WANT to believe him. As did I. Here was our dream buyer! And the 'offer' was 10% over the guide price!! I even asked him why he was prepared to pay so much, and his answer was that he wanted the house so much, and didn't want to get into a bidding war with another potential buyer, who had already made an acceptable offer. The viewing itself? He brought along his wife, son, his 'best mate' and his wife.

My wife showed them around the house, but Dale was more interested in chatting with me, about my various cars, and how he was intending to start a car restoration business. He mentioned that he'd just bought an 'Eleanor' Mustang for £100,000, a new Mustang, a GTR, a Focus ST for his mate and also offered $200,000 for a Torino that was being restored in the US.

Aside from my house, he was intending to buy a house for his parents and a further one for his friend, who had stuck with him for years. The house was to be a 'thank-you' present. Some 'thank-you'. I may have said at the time I wish I had a friend like him. Oooops! Anyway, viewing complete, off they went. My wife and I were both of the opinion that we'd hear nothing further, but the next day we had a firm offer, pending proof of funds. I should have left it there...

Anyway, on the back of this lucky turn of events, we put in an offer on a small farm that we'd been viewing, which was accepted. Happy days! Solicitors were instructed and we started packing, with a completion date of, potentially, mid-November, when we were due to visit New York for a week. Would you believe it? Dale and his family were also going to New York for a holiday with his winnings!

I must say, at this point, that my estate agent had flagged up that there were some issues around proof of funds. They'd seen a statement indicating that he did have the money. But a statement isn't enough. A couple of weeks later I took a call from Dale. Could he come and have a chat alone, before his wife and son and parents came for a second viewing? He duly arrived and I asked how things were progressing. Trouble with solicitors, apparently. He was moving to a new practise, because his current solicitors were having difficulty dealing with money-laundering regs. And alarm bells started to ring. In the meantime, he outlined his plans for an outdoor pool, measured the garage for a company to come and fit it out for his new business venture and checked to see if one of the rooms would be big enough for his new 120" OLED TV that he'd just bought. We negotiated a price for some items of furniture, and the ride-on mower that his son would take ownership of. He'd transfer the money to my account. He also showed me photos of his £1/2 million motor yacht that he was waiting for, and outlined how he would use it to visit his Monaco apartment, as it was just within range. I asked what sailing experience he had, but was told the sales yard were going to train him in the ways of the sea. I jokingly asked if he'd had any begging letters. Yes! Some people who he'd been at school with had been in touch saying their child was ill, and they needed money. It's Hell being a multi-millionaire! And the bells got louder. After around an hour his wife son and parents arrived. They were shown around again, all agreed it was a perfect home, whereupon they all left, except for Dale, who explained he had to drive to Cambridgeshire where he was going to buy a Porsche Cayenne for his parents as a surprise. What a doting son!

And that's when it all started to fall apart. No proof of funds, moving solicitors all around the country, not answering phone calls from the estate agent or solicitors, FB posts which just didn't add up. And finally, a friend of my wife, whose house was also on the market, said they'd been let down by their buyer. He'd offered £1.2 million for their barn conversion, and disappeared. as he did with the offers he'd put in on the houses for his parents and his best mate. I managed to contact him via FB, asking for an explanation. He told me there'd been issues with his prospective purchase of CCFC, but could he visit to explain? Of course. See you tomorrow at 13.00! Predictably, no show.

There's more, but of no consequence, save that his wife was seen in a local supermarket last week, by one of the vendors he'd let down. Trolley full of own-brand bargain food. I'd be in Waitrose, or at the very least M&S. And lastly, only last week my estate agent had a call from an agent in Norwich. DE had tried to buy a house they had on their books, along with a business. They were advised to back away. Word gets around.

The place we wanted to buy is back on the market. The vendor has been incredibly understanding. I've unpacked all that I packed. Our house is back on the market. We've had a couple of viewings and an interested party. We remain hopeful that we can sell before the place we want is snapped up, but have grown a degree of scepticism. May be out of pocket if we lose the place we want, as all searches have been done from a buyers perspective, but who knows? We've gone from anger to acceptance, and have learned a lesson, but can't see these particular sets of circumstances ever recurring. Anywhere. Ever.

Prosecution. It was a fleeting consideration, but not sure what it would achieve, other than maybe reining him in, not to do it again. He plainly hasn't got a pot to piss in.

Someone mentioned pissing a 'gangster' type off. I'm far from a gangster, and rarely, if ever, have I thrown a punch. If he'd turned up on my doorstep a month or two back I would have made an exception. Now, I'd sit him down and let him know what he's put us through. My wife isn't so forgiving. I've had to lock the (metaphorical) shotgun away and hidden the key. I just hope she doesn't see him in the street.

Is DE calculating? I'll let you draw your own conclusions.

This is unreal. What an absolute bastard.
All the best to you and your family in the future.

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[oucho]

So you reckon he’s not buying the club then?

You joke, but I guarantee you there are still some people out there who haven't given up on him.

Don’t get the mentality at all. I’ve got a mate who likes to bullshit, his wife either backs him up or stays quiet. Literally everyone knows he’s bullshitting as well. What’s the point?

Attention. It's clear to me he wants attention and loves pretending he has a great, fantasy wealth lifestyle. The only way he can make it partly real for himself is if other people believe his fantasies to be true....if that's the case, at least he's a millionaire in their eyes even if not in reality. It's a massive inferiority complex / ego trip.

 

[Deleted member 5849]

So you reckon he’s not buying the club then?

This is CCFC. Don't rule it out... even now!

 

[no_loyalty]

Looks like Dale is bringing a movie out