My fellow victims.
The year was 2012 - London a heady, lovedrunk party carnival atmosphere celebrating biodiversity of the Olympian proportions including (but not limited to) the since k–ler Oscar Pistorious, on the blades, scything through the air like a moth. Queenie celebrated her 60th work anniversary, Adele went platinum with Skyfall and i bought a much cherished vehicle.
Also, the rugby loving overly optimist from France visited Llandudno, promising us the world, romancing us in the Birmingham (jewels, crowns, all that jizz) and with a smile and a kiss, he floated away to retirement, to be replaced by Robocop.
What happened to our beloved Fugro Geoscience companies? Cant we rewind and REJECT the approach from these incompetents?