Its been some time since we had news of Richard Burbage and his nefarious deeds. Information in Australia is scant to say the least, however I am still in contact with people locally, and in the UK, who have provided me with the following information.
- Accountancy firm, Worrells, who were placed in charge of webuyanycar.com.au’s insolvency have determined that the company was trading insolvent practically from inception, and that the Directors, Richard David John Burbage and Armand Daiga, are exposed to an insolvent trading claim estimated at around $4million.
- According to Worrells advice to creditors in October 2014, Mr Daiga attempted to settle the claim with an unacceptable offer. They referred the matter to their solicitors to commence recovery action.
- Worrells have also identified preferential payments made to Manheim Automotive Financial Services Pty Ltd (MAFS) and began seeking recovery of just over $1million. They managed to secure a paltry $400,000.
- The Fair Entitlements Guarantee contributed just over $270,000 to cover employee entitlements.
- Unfortunately, although Richard David John Burbage is listed as one of the Directors of Kar Land Pty Ltd, Mr Daiga is the one being pursued by the liquidators. This is purely because of ease. Unlike the gutless Burbage, Mr Daiga has remained in Australia to face the music.
I only hope that there is enough funds left over after Worrells have taken their costs so that the creditors can be compensated.
What has happened to Richard Burbage since the last time I wrote about him is very interesting.
Firstly, the Daily Echo published on the 18th December 2014 that Richard Burbage had appeared in court charged with assaulting Lorraine Burbage, his wife. According to the Echo,
Of course he has denied this claim, but violence seems to run rampant in this family. In April 2014 a man calling himself Ed Walsh, and claiming to be Lorraine’s brother, threatened me via a comment on another blog post.
Living violent lifestyles never seems to end well and I can only hope the children haven’t been scarred for life.
Secondly, Patrick Knox from the Southern Daily Echo reported on 7th February that both Richard Burbage and Stan Rudgley have been arrested as part of a fraud probe and that a third man, possibly Ryan Overton has also been arrested.
Perhaps this bottom feeding waste of space and his oxygen thieving henchmen will finally face the music.
We can only hope.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The Louvre Museum has 8.5 million visitors per year. This blog was viewed about 79,000 times in 2014. If it were an exhibit at the Louvre Museum, it would take about 3 days for that many people to see it.
Merry Christmas from Matts Notes. I really hope you’re been way more gooderer that the guy Santa is visiting in this picture ;-)
Are we really expected to believe that Lois Lane has given birth to the ‘sprog of steel’? What were Warner Brothers thinking?
Not only is Superman is faster than a speeding bullet; which may explain Lois’ permanent scowl of dissatisfaction and her reticence to hop back into the super sack, as well as all those erectile dysfunction ads towards the back end of the movie; but he is also more powerful than a locomotive which would have made Kryptonic coitus impossible.
Not even Kevin Spacey’s version of Lex Luthor could save this disaster.
At least DC Comics redeemed themselves with Russell Crowe’s epic, but I really wonder what possessed the producers, not to mention poor Brandon Routh, to try and rehash a role that only Christopher Reeve could play.
Thankfully Marvel did the right thing by not letting the Generals daughter hump the Hulk ;-)
I was in my local cafe yesterday morning, quaffing a quick cuppa and watching the antics of the extended family occupying the al fresco area. Grandpa was having a ball as the dynamic duo of Lilliputian princesses climbed all over him. Grandma had a very young one all snuggled up in her lap, and mummy was gently rocking the perambulator back and forth in a vain attempt at coaxing the tiniest one of all back to sleep. It was a privilege to observe such a happy family unit, but as I paid for my cappuccino all hell broke loose.
The first thing I heard was mummy’s scream. It was loud, plaintive and came straight for the deepest part of her soul. No horror movie has ever captured such a sound of wretched terror and the only noise to compete with it was the elderly banshee with the baby in her lap. My head swivelled sideways faster than a barn owl just in time to see a yellow angel, with pink ribbons adorning curly brown pigtails, race across the road after her Grandfather, who had taken her older sister to the park on the other side.
For a moment it appeared that time had actually stopped and was trying to reboot in a slow, deliberate process.
A tiny frightened girl stopped in the middle of the street and burst into tears, unsure whether to turn back or keep going, and afraid that she was going to get into enormous trouble.
A seated Grandmother threw her arms out, desperately hoping that her reach would magically extend to ensnare her grandchild.
A mother’s shoes refused to grip the ground as she tried to leap the many metres that separated her from her child.
And, with three mighty steps, a Grandfather found the strength of youth when he bounded into the road and scooped up the crying little one.
The whole experience occurred in mere moments, but as the adrenalin began to wear off it caused me to reflect on a similar circumstance that happened many years before. Our third son Granny, who was always pushing the boundaries of acceptable behaviour and is single-handedly responsible for the majority of my grey hairs :-) decided one day that it would be fun to run out on the road and see how far he could get before mum or dad caught him. The street he chose though was not as quiet as the one yesterday and I can still see the look of panic on the occupant’s faces as their cars swerved to miss him.
Granny is fine of course, and has just graduated from high school. But I learned that day that the price of parenthood includes vigilance. Kids are predictably unpredictable and that can place them in all sorts of predicaments – both good and bad.
So, as thousands of our little monsters hit the streets hunting for Halloween treats, please do iDad a favour and hold onto their hands.
Glory Glory to South Sydney!