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The money delusion: How I escaped the misery of my millions

Posted on January 7, 2013 | in Confessions of a Serial Entrepreneur | by Richard

The girl was absolutely gorgeous and I was thrilled to be chatting her up. It was about 2.30 in the morning and I sat with her in Jimmy’z in Monaco, a very expensive nightclub, drinking Cristal, a very expensive champagne. “What do you do?” she asked, music thumping in the background. I tried to adopt an air of complete coolness and proudly said, “I’m retired”. We kept chatting and about 20 minutes later she looked puzzled and said, “but you don’t seem retarded?”

The phone call that saved a business

Posted on December 22, 2012 | in Confessions of a Serial Entrepreneur | by Richard

My mate and I were thrilled when a beautiful young lady, Sarah, sat down between us with a smile, and as two Aussies we immediately battled for her attention with our attempted cool charm and quick wit. The event was a 25th wedding anniversary dinner for about 60 guests. Sarah was very relaxed and easily held her own in the conversational crossfire. As the speeches began, Sarah got up to say a few kind words about the wife, Mandy. Then she did something bizarre: she suddenly burst into song, screeching out Barry Manilow’s hit, “Mandy”. I don’t think, “Oh Mandy, well you came and you gave without taking. Oh Mandy…” has ever sounded so bad. It was so painful that a waiter felt obliged to interrupt and gently usher her back to her seat. I thought to myself, “this girl is a bit strange”.

Mining rocks!

Posted on December 14, 2012 | in Confessions of a Serial Entrepreneur | by Richard

I DON’T want to study rocks!” My teenage son Tom looked at me like I was an ugly alien. We were discussing what he should read at university and he was keen on economics and maths – to pursue a career in finance or business.“But I think the big finance boom is over, Tom. And […]

Drown and Out

Posted on December 6, 2012 | in Confessions of a Serial Entrepreneur | by Richard

When I started swallowing water I gave up hope. I was so tired I didn’t want to swim anymore. The “rip” or “undertow” had dragged me a long way from the beach, which was now just a long white band topped with greenery, a meaningless mirage I couldn’t reach. I had no surfboard; I had […]

Honesty is the biggest problem. Honestly.

Posted on December 6, 2012 | in Confessions of a Serial Entrepreneur | by Richard

In 1814, my ancestors, Mary and William, met and fell in love on a cruise from England to Australia. It must have been romantic sailing the 3-month ocean journey, eating fresh fish while watching the crimson red sunset merge with the sapphire blue waters. Except for one thing, of course. They were convicts. Both were […]