Singing Pig

hi susan -  i had a mate who was owed a few thousand by one of the HUGE insurance companies in the UK   - soon as he threatened to issue a Winding Up Order  the MD himself was on the phone    "PLeeeeeading" for him to drop it !!!!   -  he got paid that afternoon

Hi Clottie,

Likewise, the solicitor for this Company made a phone call pretty quickly to our Collectors, so far we are still waiting for payment; but who knows what the post might bring! They don't want to pay and they don't want to return the goods either and have threaten criminal action to restrain us or our agents from entering the premises! Not that we have any intention of forcing our way in or even walking in invited.

As they say "nice people to do business with" and they are in your neck of the woods, just in case any of your friends or associates are interested in this investment number.

 

susan_mary:

LPA,

I assume the fees are contested are they? Otherwise if this is a Limited Company that simply will not part with the money, you could issue a statutory demand and go for their insolvency if they continue to refuse to pay up.  ................

Their are many types of businesses and trades that would simply not exist without trust; our business as do many others, rely on it. What happened to the old fashioned handshake on a deal?  It's been replaced with prepayment, yards of small writing at the bottom of contracts, insurance and health and safety risk assessments. 

Susan

Yes, Susan, the claim is being contested on a basis that changes every time I demolish their latest excuse !

No, the Defendants are not a Limited company (though one of them has formed one since - with what objective I don't know).

They are two individuals who operated as a partnership. I am suing both as individuals. When I win, I can go after either or both of them to get the money awarded by the Court - including a bankruptcy petition on both of them.

Yes, my business operates on trust too. I make my clients the money - lots of it when I succeed in dramatically increasing the value of their land - and most of them are trustworthy enough and so damned grateful that they pay my success fee with a big smile, and a promise to recommend my service to all of their friends.

Much of my work comes from personal referrals, the best advertising there is because it costs nothing and has the ultimate plausiblity. (You can claim all you like in adverts, supported by documentary proof, but nothing has anything like the same impact as a trusted acquaintance saying 'Go and talk to LPA, who made me £120,000 in 6 months with no financial risk to me at all'.)

That is why it is so very disappointing when a pair of them "does the dirty on you", especially after I worked myself silly for years to increase their land value from a paltry £100,224-00 to £2.01million. But it will come right in the end, and they are going to pay a very heavy price financially and will severely regret their disingenuous behaviour.

It is only about the 4th time I've had such a problem in 18 years and the other occasions involved relatively small amounts. One was so small that I wrote it off to experience; one of the other two paid up after I secured a charging order on her property. The other came bleating and begging to settle when his Solicitor asked him to explain his Defence to my Court claim ... and he suddenly realised that he didn't actually have one !

It's all part of the rich experiences of paddling your own canoe and running a business, I guess.

It seems to be that the greater the sum of money involved, the more difficult it is, to extract it from debtors, suddenly they are dreaming up lots of reasons for not parting with it. For some reason, people that would normally seem rational, trustworthy and intelligent act like greedy pigs at the trough when what they perceive as big money, comes into play.

It's no wonder that Companies such as Inside Track and Passive Investments can ply their trade. They pray on the greedy that are so keen to believe the hype  they don't do their own basic research before signing up.  I have seen them at an Inside Track seminar, hundreds, rushing to sign up at the end on a high from the "you'll be rich!" feel good stuff that Inside put in their troughs. 

Having said that, I did at least understand what Inside Track were selling and that was "paint a house and make a mint",.............. well I didn't think that sitting with them all weekend to learn more about that was worth £X,000 but when it comes to Andy Shaw's method for becoming "rich" I just don't get it!

So when Andy sent this email out this month, i thought...I'll try and read it and see what nugget of knowledge the millionare Andy is parting with here.....

"'What Life's Like Right Now' " by Andy Shaw.......

No News Letter Last Month

Last month I didn't write a newsletter. At the time it was due I was in Cyprus. We have had a lot going on in Jan so I could lie to you and say I was overworked, but I can't be bothered with that. The truth is I didn't feel like writing with all I had going on, and unless I'm enjoying what I do then I don't want to do it.

A Rare Appearance

Late last year Greg and I were asked to do a presentation at a friend's business networking club. We're asked to do this sort of thing from time to time, and don't do very many at all. We used to need to do them before I wrote the book as it was one of the ways we told people about what we did. But because what we do is complicated when first looked at, this method proved a poor way of promoting our services. Anyway, needless to say when we stopped needing to do them, we did. But as a friend asked, we felt we would do and it's good to make sure you still can so we went along.

Well the presentation went well, and as usual most people were stunned to silence, some disbelieving what they were told, and the majority of the rest being speechless, well at least that's what we were told when we spoke to our friend the next day.

We had a good time and met up with a client of ours for lunch, since we've left the campaign trail we don't seem to get out as much as we once did and I only went to 3 seminars last year speaking at two. So it's good to find time to meet up with someone who looks at life in the same way.

Well the night before, our friend put us up in a very nice hotel down the road. By the time we got there, I said to Greg, look I'm too tired to go for a meal with you, and frankly your dull company so I'm off to my room to order room service and go to sleep.

I was really tired when I got there and it was all I could do to stay awake and wait for my salad to arrive, what's more the room was freezing. One of the down sides, of mainly only eating raw food is when you're cold there's no hot food to warm you up. They had a convector heater in the room, so I put that next to my chair while I ate, then afterwards I moved it right next to the double bed.

I huddled up to one side of the bed in the fetal position just trying to get warm (too tired to change rooms & too lazy). I held the duvet over the top of the heater to let some heat into the bed. Nothing wrong with that as there was plenty of air room and that was lovely and warm. Then wrapped the duvet round me and I think I was asleep quicker than it took me to write this line.

I remember dreaming about a time in Zante (Greek Island) where I was lying on the beach covered in a sun tanning enhancing lotion which was basically cooking oil, and it was cooking me. I remember how enjoyable it was (I love the heat). It was boiling, and then I started thinking it was hotter than I remembered, and there was this smell almost like something burning. All of a sudden I was awake. The duvet had fallen over the heater and it was red hot and burning my skin. A few expletives jumped from my mouth as I quickly threw the duvet off. Anyway, I was ok, and I think next time I'll bother to complain.

Can I Go For A Swim Daddy?

When we were in Cyprus we stayed in a villa that sort of backed onto the sea, anyway it had nice views and the usual amenities, which of course included a swimming pool. However, at this time of year the weather was a little cold for swimming, my friend Demetri was still going in the sea each morning though which was somewhat braver than I would be.

But a swimming pool warmed only by the cold wind, would definitely be too cold. Frankly I didn't even consider the pool until Sarah said, 'Can I go for a swim Daddy?' To which I reminded her that the pool would be cold, and it was nothing like the heated pool we have at home, which we have very warm. Typical child wasn't listening to what I said, because I hadn't given her the answer she wanted. Which obviously meant a repeat of the original question.

I stopped her as did Alison and told her again that it would be cold. Again the question was repeated. She wasn't bothered and was just really excited and wanted to go for a swim. We kept saying no, then I thought well if she wants to get it out of her system then why not. She quickly got changed, I was still thinking she'd see sense, but she didn't so I grabbed the camera and Alison got the video, this was going to be funny. She got on the first step and turned to come back out saying it was cold. It was at this point my old practical joking side kicked in.

Seeing she was about to quit, I quickly said, 'It'll be warmer if you just jump straight in.' She bought it, well it was an easy sell to an excited five year old (yes I know I'm/we're cruel but it was going to be funny - well that's our excuse am we're sticking to it, if social services call :-)).

She got to the side and I quickly took some photos as she jumped in.

Now in my entire life I have never, not ever seen anyone get out of the water quicker than she did. It was so cold that she said she had banged her head, she hadn't it was just the shock of the cold. It was really funny, she didn't seem to think so though.

The lesson learned that sometimes your parents do tell you not to do something because they really do know you won't like it. And for members of the site, you can see a before and after photo in the photos section, or on Alisons home page. Incidentally Alison told me yesterday that Sarah whispered to her the other day, 'I didn't like that when you all laughed at me for jumping in the pool.'

Blackhawk Down

Christmas may seem a while ago but as I was away I didn't feel like writing so I didn't have a chance to recite something that occurred over the festive period.

Alison always complains that I'm a nightmare to buy a present for and most years she ends up getting me a joke present or some clothes, I put this down to a lack of imagination or more likely a lack of interest :-) (I'll get it in the ear when she reads that one!).

Anyway this year she bought me a remote control helicopter - cool. I actually got two, a small one from my mother and father in law and a full on one for myself. Not a super one, just a reasonably good one. Anyway Christmas was really good this year and everyone was having a good time, I opened my present and decided that I needed to flight test it. Being a bloke I obviously felt that the instructions were surplus to requirements and that I would learn how to fly by practising. Afterall there was no way you could learn to fly just from a manual, as if.

I was sitting on the sofa with the helicopter next to me, trying to figure out how to switch it on, when all of a sudden it took off at full power and crashed into the ceiling, then as I cut the power it reversed it's sudden assent and came crashing to the ground. To my surprise it appeared to still work. I wore the battery flat and was actually beginning to control it.

First try the next morning I managed to break it and we didn't get spares until returning from Cyprus. Alison had to go to the model shop and buy the spares while the guy found it amusing that I'd broken it so quickly. When she returned I quickly repaired it and practiced some more flying around the house. I was getting much better but I was having trouble getting the trim dead right so that I could leave it just hovering. Despite having a large lounge I still kept managing to crash into the walls, sometimes breaking the blades.

Finally I was getting fed up of this and thought the weather was really calm outside, so why don't I take it up to the tennis court and practice there. A cunning plan with absolutely no drawbacks!

I grabbed my coat and headed for the court and was followed by the children. The tennis court is enclosed to the north by some Leylandii trees (approx 20 - 25 ft) then followed by bramble bushes then to the east is the main road.

I got up there and was showing off to Sarah how I could control it. Then David showed up and I thought I'd show him it going up 30ft or so. I lifted off and the helicopter quickly climbed to 30ft and then promptly flew backwards at what seemed like 50mph disappearing across the trees to the north before I could cut the power. I could hear the helicopter battery going flat (talk about bad timing) and I thought I could hear it drifting towards the main road. So knowing the trouble I was already in and also knowing the slim chance of me seeing my Christmas present again if I had to kill the power, I killed the power.

I looked down at my two children realising that there was no way I was going to get them to keep quiet while I snuck into Worthing to buy a replacement. So the next thought that occupied my mind was - please god make that didn't happen.

The next obvious step was to venture into the field next door, where to my surprise the bramble bush had grown from the last time I looked it had to be 30m x 30m minimum, so a 900sq/m area of brambles to look for a helicopter that isn't 2ft long. Then there was the fac, that it could have gone down in the Leylandii as well - which are somewhat bushy. I stared blankly at the bush and pondered on the situation, relieved at least that I wasn't going to have to break the news to Alison. As I knew for certain that one or the other would have informed her within minutes of what their Daddy had done with his Christmas present. So all I had to do was focus on removing all the thorns that were now embedded in my wrists and legs.

I had to face the fact that I had a Blackhawk down and unlike the Americans who had satellite to locate their fallen vehicle, I was on my own. It was worse than that I had two children asking really clever questions like, 'Where's your helicopter gone Daddy', and, 'Are you going to get it back now'. Or my personal favourite, 'Have you found it yet Daddy.'

I knew I was still going to face the questions from Alison which I also knew if I'd been in her place I would have asked myself. Still it didn't stop the pain of the questioning, some personal favourites here were, 'Where did you last see it?' But better than that, 'Did you see where it went down?'

After what seemed like dozens of wholly obvious and therefore non-productive questions, I could not contain myself any longer as I was obviously angry with myself for losing it, so why not take it out on the first individual that made the mistake of talking to me about it. Well of course I replied, 'Yes I know exactly where it is, I've just decided to store it in the neighbours field from now on!' Obviously this was not the way to talk to someone who was only trying to help. And it took a couple of attempts to apologise before normal communication was resumed.

Trouble was I could also see the funny side of this and was trying to not laugh as Alison was quite annoyed that I'd lost her present. Still the next day at breakfast the conversation turned to the lost whirlybird. Alison told me that I could buy all of the parts but not a complete helicopter. I said why not go in and ask what we could buy. she said that she was too embarrassed to go in and say, 'My husbands lost the helicopter.' To which we all fell about laughing, I said she should take in the controller and say can we have a helicopter to go with it please. Then I suggested taking in one of the bits of broken blade (about 1" long after it had snapped off, this was all that remained of the bird) and asking them if they could repair the rest of it. At least this broke the ice regarding it. Alison said, this is not supposed to be funny, you lost my Christmas present! Which of course made it funnier still. Alison's actually added som e photos to the site of me with the present before the accident.

Right, that's enough for now, I'm off to do another video for the Cyprus Villas, I'll see you on the site, or you'll hear from me again next month. Have a great February.

Best wishes

Andy "

And Greg is dull company???  Actually I'm beginning to feel sorry for him!  Did I miss something in my boredom or is Andy just plain mad?

Susan

susan_mary:

It seems to be that the greater the sum of money involved, the more difficult it is, to extract it from debtors, suddenly they are dreaming up lots of reasons for not parting with it. For some reason, people that would normally seem rational, trustworthy and intelligent act like greedy pigs at the trough when what they perceive as big money, comes into play.

Yes, I agree. Greed is the culprit.A business associate of mine at the time did warn me part-way through the project not to trust them. When I protested that I had known one of them for 11 years, counted him as a good friend, and had no reason whatever to distrust him, he replied : "Yes. With two or three million on the table in front of them, people change. Wait and see !" (Boy, was HE right !)

When Andy sent this email out this month, i thought...I'll try and read it and see what nugget of knowledge the millionare Andy is parting with here.....

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And Greg is dull company???  Actually I'm beginning to feel sorry for him!  Did I miss something in my boredom or is Andy just plain mad?

Susan

Yes, I gave up about a quarter of the way through and jumped towards the end.

I really cannot understand what on earth has convinced Andy that people might be interested in his lengthy inane ramblings about his holidays, his Christmas toys, and all the other nonsense he trots out.

Talking of which, he seems to have the typing equivalent of the verbal trots !

I think the only conclusion we can reach with certainty from that Newsletter is that Andy is plainly a shite helicopter pilot !

If that is the best he can do with a toy one, there's no way I'd get into a real one with him, whether or not he'd got a PPL. (I bet Clottie wouldn't either !)

WHAT an ego this eejit has ......  i got bored at para 4  ...... does he really think ANYONE is impressed with this rubbish  .....  laughing at his child who could have had serious lung problems jumping into a freezing pool is just insane.

 

pleeeeease lets just stop talking about him and end this thread -

 

it would be a sad day if ravings about this idiot got to be a longer thread than the wonderfully inspirational sticky "Millionaires Thread" 

 

 

 

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spoony:

 

 

 

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For now........

 

Tune in next year to see how Andy Shaw's wife's tears of joy soon turn to tears of pain when the ex cabenet maker now millionaire Andy Shaw's clients realise he's not the self proclaimed millionaire he claimed to be, and they want their money back.

 After this story stay tuned to find out how the swindlers scam thousands of pounds from unsuspecting middle aged people going through mid life crisis, with promises of early retirement and quick ways to earn millions.