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It was a relief to leave prison, I had time to consider my life on the outside as a respected person, trusted within my networks. I also saw how communities that wouldn’t otherwise mix – represented by people like Liam and me – could connect, as long as trust was at the centre. I had witnessed levels of distrust in government organisations at HMP Blundeston (via Alan Hunt) and experienced corruption, not only at my trial but also in my brother's case and the associated police and government agencies.
I imagined establishing an exclusive club for my trusted network. Such a new ‘trust community’ could then become my new business venture at a time when I needed money to take care of my daughter and family and to start afresh, to reconnect with long-standing contact and grow my network.
I thought to visit Derek Williamson at his accountancy firm in West Molesey, to see if he would rent me some office space – even though he had previously worked for me. I also wanted to ask him about his arrest and what, if anything, happened to him after his contempt of court charge.
I met with Derek, who seemed pleased to see me. With coffee in hand, he told me about his arrest and assault on the police officer.
‘How did you get away with that?’ I asked.
‘I didn’t get away with it’ he replied. ‘It cost me fifty quid’
'Anyway... as I'm a Knights Templar Freemason, Rose Croix and Ordained Monk, I'm Above The Law'
I hadn’t seen my daughter for so long I could think of little else than her and how she was keeping. I wanted to support and protect her – and to hold her in my arms, as any good father would love to do. I wanted to reassure her that her prince would come one day, and that life is wonderful, whilst telling her to send all her misery on to me.
A date was agreed for ‘contact’. I visited shops, wondering what Bea might be into and want from me, but my mother reminded me that that she would only desire to see her father, with presents being of little relevance. Nevertheless, I bought some presents for her. The big day couldn’t arrive soon enough, even though I was again being asked to see Bea for only four hours, and whilst in a contact centre.
‘Wait upstairs, Mr Bolger’ I was told, directed to sit in the sterile meeting room. There were toys scattered around the room, looking as worn as the hearts of other fathers, played with by so many other helpless and heartbroken children.
Then in she came, my little Princess. She had grown and looked so beautiful: it was all we could do to hold back the tears. Our eyes filled before we ran towards each other like we had never been apart. We squeezed each other tight; as if this were the last time we would ever see each other.
With her head resting on my chest, she said, ‘Mr Stink is now my favourite book. I love you, Daddy!’
I had met some interesting people in prison, one of which was Alan Edward Hunt; an ex-spy and connected with international Security Services and Senior Government officials. Alan was harmless even though he and his business partner Robin Atkins (HMRC & MI5) had created a global security firm with approximately 1,700 ex-police and security officials.
Alan had asked me to trade the life changing a global water treatment and asked me to meet with Robin to discuss. As my TAG was removed, I arranged a meeting with Robin at the Institute of Directors in Pall Mall. Derek had proven himself so far and had provid me with evidence to show that he was indeed a Freemason. This was formally required as I am not a Freemason yet, my family have historically assisted the Fraternity.
Adding a 'Freemason's Oath' to the documentary evidence (Lodge documents) and Derek was trusted to join the meeting with Robin, then form a company to engage trade in the global water purification treatment.
Derek was aware of how my family was trusted in any circle and my contacts were always reverred. Although he knew less than a handful of them and was excited and seemed to still be on side, whist introducing me to a good friend of his, Mr Salman Ahmed Kahn who was said to specialise in commodities (e.g. oil, sugar and energy), property and finance along with the Colombian Cartel, based in Brixton.
Derek was trying to trade 'Peruvian Wharf' in East London and even with his high level contacts could not enter Canning Town in the way I can. There had been a pitch battle for territory during the London Olympics which I assisted with managing whilst in jail. North London taxi firms wanted control of the East London streets during this period and this, non contractural, 'temporary rental agreement' that was thought to have been made a more permanent once in the door. It was stopped!
I met with the Cartels Senior Representatives in Surrey and again at their offices in Brixton; and as I had already met with some whilst at HMP FORD, the conversation flowed quickly. I was then invited to all of Latin America's Consulat's and meetings were arranged with a relative of Escobar at the Colombian Embassy for international trade of energy and commodities (gold, oil, coal etc.) and the purchase of Maresden Airport.
Around the same time, I decided to look at what most refer to as - the normal world - reignite my social media and tried to build my new life and profile from what I had of it left. I reopened my LinkedIn page and connected with George Bond, an Interior Designer based in Newcastle and arranged to discuss some Interiors, Refurbishments and Construction projects.
George had a great social circle and friends to match. George had once been the talk of the town but had exchanged his profile to nurse his partner 'Brian' who was suffering in relative silence for far too long.
Soon, Derek called me and asked that I join him and Salman at the office to discuss a new project.
Once seated and with a hot drink in hand, Salman asked me if I knew anyone in the oil business, or at least knew someone to reach out to. My my mind immediately went to George as I had no one to mind who could refine 5 million barrels of oil. So I sent him a message and on the 5 August 2013, I had a response.
‘Hi Darren,
I have passed this information onto a lady called, Princess Katarina she works a lot in this kind of industry, she is quite high powered…’
Before long, HRH Princess Katarina of Yugoslavia had sent me an email.
‘Dear Darren,
George Bond has been very kind to pass this matter on to me. I am setting up a small company for infrastructure projects and introductions. I do work with a company regarding oil and another company regarding power/energy projects. You are very welcome to be in touch with me. If you are in London, it would be good to meet.
With kind regards,
Princess Katarina.’
HRH Princess Katarina of Yugoslavia and I began meeting regularly to discuss life, business, networks, and of course the oil project offering from Salman and Derek. We began to build a great relationship that lead her to discuss not only her life as a member of the British Royal Family, but also, of her recent divorce and how it had affected 'the family'. It was all a bit surreal, to have gone from hard working family man to convict to then be rubbing shoulders with royals.
I was soon invited to the home of Katarina and her daughter Victoria, who was named after her great grandmother HRH Queen Victoria. As I arrived, I was panicking a bit on how I was supposed to address a royal princess—it wasn’t your every-day encounter, but before long we were, both sat drinking Turkish coffee and nibbling on Brazil nuts talking about her planned new home.
It was an incredible experience to meet someone with such a presence. You knew that she was a royal without so much as a hint at her peerage. She just had a way about her which commanded respect and grace in her presence. Add to that, is her charm and genuine down to earth nature, I felt strangely honoured that we were able to converse on such seeming equal terms, simply having fun over a coffee and/or ‘real mint tea’ as she would often call it. I was asked to drop the formalities and call her Katarina, which was a relief as the only person I really felt comfortable calling Princess was my daughter, Bea.
I recited a very interesting story of Salman’s where a close friend had attended a hunting party with one of the Middle Eastern Royal families. Salman had called his contact ‘the Saudi Prince’ and implied his offering of ‘off market’ oil deals and was looking for a refinery for his crude oil supplies.
I had no experience of oil transactions, but I was pretty sure that this was not quite the norm. None the less, I mentioned it to Katarina who said she would speak with one of her contacts and revert.
A short time later, I was invited by Katarina to meet one of her contacts who had just flown in for this exact meeting. I was invied to the Cavalry & Guards club at, 127 Piccadilly, Mayfair, London W1J 7PX to meet with Katarina, her US Oil contact who she referred to as 'J.R. Ewing' named William and her close friend, Michael Wimpole-Parker (pictured left).
Mr William C. Morris, the 'J.R. Ewing' or oil tycoon of Dallas, Texas had flown in all the way from the USA to meet us as we discussed Salman’s interesting oil story.
‘I have heard of this scenario about three or so times before and yet, two of those times the story seemed even more credible that yours and nothing happened. The third with less credibility than that of yours actually turned out to be an interesting option. Let’s meet with Salman!’ said Mr Morris, or William as he’d asked to be called.
When we left the club, I made a few calls and arranged for William to meet with Salman and his contact in a Boardroom at No. 23 Berkley Square in Mayfair.
In the meantime, Katarina and I continued to meet to discuss various property and interiors matters which eventually turned into a meeting and my first with George at the luxurious Flemings Hotel in Half Moon Street, Mayfair for the filming of a short piece; ‘Opulent Interiors’.
I arrived at Flemings first and met with the general manager, Mr Oliver J. Q. Brown and his staff who all seemed quite flustered, as if Her Majesty the Queen herself were to be in attendance. It was fascinating to see how the staff prepared the hotel to receive a member of the royal family and I could sense their nervousness at the prospect of one thing being out of place. That’s how everyone in MY community should be treated, I thought.
Katarina arrived in her usual way, immaculate and unassuming, with a dignified nod to the front of house and onto the reception where I was standing with the general manager. He bowed and lightly took her hand, gently shaking it as many times as was appropriate, before bowing again and addressing her in her full title as HRH.
‘I and all my staff are here at your pleasure’ he added before leading us through to the formal reception room.
Whilst a Royal Princess and HRH, Katarina’s divorce had meant that she was even more independent and once again looking to realise her dream of making her fortune and live in a period home in West Sussex where she and Victoria could settle and entertain their wealth of global leaders and personal friends.
We talked some more over my impending meeting with Salman and his contact, and I assured her that I would let her know the outcome, taking into account her best interests of course.
Katarina then introduced me to her ‘business partner’ named Anthony Richards, who I further met on a few occasions and discussed some business opportunities of his, but nothing ever materialised. To me he seemed more interested in collating the business cards of Katarina’s connections when out with her to bolster his own position when discussing new business potential. I never quite took to him and struggled to understand why Katarina kept him around, although I’m sure there was a reason – Katarina was no fool.
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Anthony did however introduce me to Mr Henry A. Goldstein FCA, a chartered accountant and senior partner in the firm, Maurice J Bushell & Co. based in Moorgate in the City of London. Henry was said to be the business advisor of Katarina as was Anthony and she had thought to tell them without firstly asking to engage them.
Katarina had told Anthony of Salman’s oil deal and passed on the information to Henry who was just as keen to meet and wanted a piece of the action with the potential oil deals and then decided to pass on the information to the American Hotelier, close friend and business associate Mr Jeffery Epstein, who was also interested, so I arranged to meet with them both in Maurice J. Bushell’s Moorgate offices.
Jeffery was quick to tell me of his oil contacts who could offer refinery in several global locations and following further meetings with the alleged oil dealers, wanted to meet with Salman and Malik to take matters further.
I was then taken to meet Salman’s friend, Malik at his office in the Regus building at Berkley Square. Upon greeting Malik close to the Mayfair boardroom, Malik asked, no demanded, that Salman was to wait outside much to his disgruntlement. Malik closed the glass door and went over to the coffee machine,
‘I would be grateful to meet with your contacts please Mr Bolger’ Malik spurted
‘Which contacts?’ I politely replied
‘As many as you’ll allow me; I hear you are well connected in London and even overseas.’
‘And what might my contacts be interested in with you, Mr Malik. With respect of course.’ I replied.
‘Please come with me Mr Bolger.’ And with that we left the boardroom, up an escalator then via a labyrinth of corridors and into an office with about three or four desks, a small round table and four chairs. As I entered, I was introduced to a very slim Middle-Eastern gentleman, dressed casually, but expensive clothing sitting in the far corner with a baseball cap on.
‘Mohammed, please meet Mr Bolger.’
‘Please, call me Darren’ I replied and shook Mohammed’s hand as he got up from his seat.
‘Please take a seat next to me, here at my desk’ Malik said.
As I sat, Malik turned to his computer and logged in, displaying a dashboard of sorts. Malik whose first name is also Mohammed noticed my glance and said, ‘You will see the number £400million in the account of cleared funds. You will also see two sets of £40million that are currently allotted to our clients’.
‘Mr Bolger, Darren, if you and/or any of your contacts require funding or even proof of funds in MT760 then please ask them to see me and I will facilitate. I usually charge a fee of 5% if only wanting proof of funds up to £2million and 2.5% for any amount over that which I can facilitate. I will happily share any such remuneration with you.’
An MT760 is a message used for issuing or requesting a Letter of Credit or Documentary Credit. Both are a type of inter-bank message that are used on the SWIFT system so that financial institutions can correspond.
I hadn’t been offered anywhere near this amount before so my reply was a simple, ‘Thanks’
Malik and Mohammed looked at each other (twice) as if shocked and I thought that I had in some way belittled their generous offer. Without a moment’s thought Malik continued, ‘I apologise, how about if I allow your friends 2% on up to £2m and only 1% on everything above. Would that be of interest?’
‘Sorry, I am interested’ I replied, ‘I’m just trying to think of who might want to borrow £300milion that’s all’ and laughed and after a short pause, so did Malik and Mohammed. ‘I’ll come back to you and thank you gentlemen for your time as I need to leave.’
Malik offered me a lift in an Audi sitting directly outside on Berkley Square and with diplomatic ‘Ghost Plates’, which I politely refused as I headed outside to contemplate the meeting and gave Katarina a call.
I contacted Surrey University and was introduced to, Dr Sabèha K Ouki, DIng, MSc, PhD who knew all about Q250 and wanted to meet with me to see how much I knew. I arrived at CEHE University of Surrey and was given the tour where we discussed the events from early beginnings of the Water Treatment as it was initially tested in the small pond in the University before realising that a greater test was required in Africa.
The water treatment was portable and able to reach the most affected areas, irrelevant of the terrain. I was eventually asked to retain some important information on the government’s interests in the product and its origins and then invited to connect with Professor John Clarke who had been working on the project throughout.
I immediately contacted Professor Clarke and made reference to the names, Alan Hunt, Robin Atkins and the American microbiologist at the NSA and CIA - AKA Mr. Thirteen that had allegedly developed the product during the Cold War. Professor Clarke was in communication with all of these people and the story was a true as was the level of trust installed upon me.
Professor Clarke’s email of the 10 April 2014 closed,
‘…my final report for Envirox summarised this point as follows:
Chlorine dioxide is not a new disinfectant; its inactivation efficiency is well known and reported. However, in a novel new process Q250 can be produced on site from three granular compounds using a defined methodology… the advantages of having granular components to produce chlorine dioxide include:
1. Ease of Transport
2. Better storage capacity
3. Better handling safety
4. Stability of the components
As for assessing where we are at the moment in terms of global portable water disinfection products and systems, I can only suggest that you make detailed enquiries with organisations like the WHO, UN Agencies and International Relief Agencies for both information and options.
Regards
John Clarke’
I had been trusted to deal with a global water treatment and another matter that was so sensitive that I am unable to ever mention it as its effects have a global reaction. If this is what I can mention, then it’s not worth even beginning to imagine what else Alan trusted me. Whilst honoured with such a level of trust, I am also aware of how to manage such information.
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I needed some light relief and felt ready for a night out but couldn’t step away from getting myself back on track and in a better financial position, with my own home again. I wanted Bea to come and stay with me. Miss Havisham’s excuse this time was that I didn’t have a home to keep her. My network had accumulated over 150 Senior Clerks in UK based Barristers Chambers and many other interesting people. One of these Senior Clerks introduced me to Mr Doug James the joint owner of Thrive Unlimited and a Branding and Marketing Agency named, Honey Creative, based in London.
Doug is a serial chatterbox and entrepreneur who is more akin to introductions than actions although his commercial efforts have afforded him a healthy lifestyle. Nothing wrong with introductions of course, but only the right ones! The way I consider introductions, is, that if an introducer then introduces someone who turns out to be no good, then any blame is to be attributed to the one that introduced the parties and not the person to whom the introduction was made. This ethos is a thread that continues throughout my life and my club.
I had no idea of Doug’s introduction capabilities and thought that he only talked a good job. I was however pleasantly surprised when he introduced me to his colleague at Honey and Commercial Director, Miss Lulu Laidlaw-Smith. I had also been invited to a large event in Battersea Park and thought to invite Lulu and see if we would create some business.
Lulu initially asked that I meet with her for breakfast at Soho House, Greek Street London in May 2014. I had no idea how commercial she was, but the tone of her emails suggested that she was amenable and kind. I accepted and when meeting her, I thought that when looking at her thick blonde hair, which she almost sat on, slim frame, posh accent and adorable banter that hopefully, she was single and a further potential opportunity had immediately presented itself.
Lulu and I hit it off immediately and was in relatively constant communication thereafter. We went to the Waitrose Gala Event at Evolution in Battersea, Chelsea Bridge Gate, Battersea park, Queenstown road, London SW8 4NW, where and after a hilarious warm-up by the comedian, Michael Macintyre, who began by mistakenly bantering the hosts with positives of their rivals, recovered with some real class and seamlessly turned the comedy in his favour and to everyone’s thorough enjoyment. We had a great dinner before concluding with Sir Tom Jones performing some of his songs at the Disco afterwards. We decided to leave in a taxi, firstly, dropping me off in Wimbledon as she continued onto her home in Twickenham.
Lulu and I were almost inseparable after that and I met with Mathew Perkins-Webb the co-director of Honey, Greg Wallace, and others who were looking to exit Honey and start up an online platform named, Acapella.
Lulu and I would meet for discussions about new platforms and I introduced her to my thoughts for my new Club for my contacts to meet and interact and how I wanted to have the Club as an online platform for property and other luxury related matters and with special events also.
After a short while we were dating and one day, I was invited into her home where we ensured that the relationship would progress more seriously than the dinners and great music. Lulu had two daughters who were adorable and Australian live-in nanny named Erin. A lovely home and yet no partner (or so I thought)?
Lulu then asked me to move in, and whilst I was in deeper than I had imagined, that it was only later, that Lulu revealed that her ‘husband’ had left her once knowing of our relationship. Although Lulu and I were finding deeper feelings, this didn’t make me feel too happy. I was then told of her unhappiness in her relationship and the great connection that she had with me. I had to agree and so put aside any feelings of guilt and made the most of our relationship and would then have my princess stay over on the weekend. I actually thought that I had finally settled down and the combination of work and personal interests just added to the emotional connections and genuine fun.
We had great family times together, driving out to stay with her mother and new partner and visiting Lulu’s home whilst a child, at Forde Abbey in Somerset, where her mother became the cleaner after the divorce to her ‘commoner’ husband (according to lulu) and restricted from what she should have received from her family inheritance.
It was funny to join Lulu as she would spring in and out of the false walls and secret rooms whilst we walked around the Abbey, startling the other tourists who were enjoying their visit.
We sat, chatting outside the coffee shop at the Abbey, where she told me of her grandfather, John Sheddon who (according to her) was the first winner of Badminton Horse Trials in 1949. She also told me of the bullying that she suffered whilst being sent to boarding school aged just six years old.
It made me think of Bea and how any bully of hers would suffer. We became very close and when told of my conviction, her mother intervened and made life very difficult for Lulu. I felt sorry for Lulu and as Honey wanted to get into branding of Luxury Hotels, I decided to introduce her to one of my important contacts who I had met with in Mayfair.
He was the ex-founder Director of Quintessentially, a well-respected concierge company based in London and across many other global locations. Mr Jeremy Sutton who had been a founder Director of Quintessentially ‘Q-Travel’ agreed to meet me to discuss the many opportunities for Lulu and Honey and of our mutual Hotel contacts and my HNW connections.
We set a date to meet at our Home at, 46 Popes Grove in Twickenham on the 9 September 2014; for those at Honey to further discuss my new Club and then in the afternoon for Jeremy to discuss any potential business with Honey.
I arrived home earlier than planned the day before the meeting and went straight into the bedroom to change out of my business suit and saw the iPad on the bed and could hear the bath running. I took a look at the opened email on 4 September 2014 between Lulu and her close friend, Mr Steve Kelsey, previous Director at Pi Global, which was headed ‘WHITE WITCH’.
I picked up the device for a closer look and read the message from Lulu to Steve,
‘Not sure what to do… just want to give you the heads up…’
It appeared that I had a spy in camp...
I was taken aback and tried to act normally whilst thinking what could be going on. The more I thought about it the more I wanted to get out of the situation. I mentioned the email and with no reply from Lulu on her email, nor her White Witch phrase, I decided to leave.
It was at this exact point that I was fixed on the name of my trusted community as, ‘The Home Club ’.
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