Vince (the guy I was instrumental in his dismissal) is a survivor and after some adventures in Malta where he and a friend
had bought a 75 foot trimaran for the holiday trade. The idea being he his friend
with their girl friends as crew would hire the boat out for the summer, and
then move the whole operation out to the West Indies the following year. They
had their first booking, bought in all the provisions and took the boat out for
trial run before starting. A squall caught them and the mast broke going
straight through the hull. Afterwards Vince absolutely broke, lived in a tent
in the New Forest, where he took a course on stable management and eventually
got a job in Germany managing a large stable. However the job was only open to
a married person so he married his girl friend before he went.
I’m
not sure how he got back to Saudi but there he was when we arrived at Tabuk as
you may guess he could talk his way into anything and amazingly we were still good friends. So he went off to the local
military hospital and arranged for them to employ his wife while he was waiting
for a villa. He left Saudi in an even stranger way, one of the trainees asked
him while on leave to enquire about a gravel crusher as he wanted to start a
building company. Vince took up the challenge, had his one suit cleaned and
visited a suitable manufacturer. Even in those days a gravel crusher cost many
thousands of pounds, not phased Vince asked for ten percent of the cost price
as his commission if the deal came off. When he returned from leave, the Saudi
he represented decided to buy two. It was all arranged through Vince, on
completion the Saudi gave Vince ten percent of the cost price for fixing the
deal, apparently a Saudi custom. Vince left BAC shortly afterwards a rich man.
He was a most unusual but a fascinating guy, sadly he died of a heart attack
within a year.
Expatriates
are more often than not unusual people, even Karen’s friend Fred although
intelligent when we asked him over to the flat in Khamis, “Get your stuff and
bring it over” I said. He went back and brought his tooth brush all he needed
for an overnight stay. Fred was a very keen tennis player and often represented
Tabuk along with Sybil in the BAC team as it grew dark early matches were often
played in flood light at night. It was usual for both teams to supply the
umpire alternately. Once when Fred was in the chair he had to ask the players
what the score was, he’d become too interested in the stars. I was always
amazed that he and Karen got on so well there was nearly 14 years between them
and he was a great character as well as an intellectual, she was a typical
teenager interested in pop music and not much else at the time they met. It was
at Fred’s thirtieth birthday party and when we received the invitation she
expressed her feeling in “I don’t want to go to an old man’s birthday party.”
It was amazing how fast she matured.
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