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18 minutes ago, fightoffyour said:

I'll find out on Christmas Day when I land but I'm probably going to start spending it now anyway

what you should do is pay a cheque for £20m in to your bank account, before that cheque bounces you should print off a bank statement showing the £20m as incoming to your account, go down aston martin and lease 2 cars....

cant remember the exact details of the scam but i saw that on a documentary maybe 20 years ago, a guy did it to jaguar, he wasn't a professional scammer or anything he was just desperate to show off, had the car for a month before they reclaimed it, he was doing that for everything, showing his mates his account balance as cash machines etc but it was all based on bouncing cheques

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6 minutes ago, villa4europe said:

what you should do is pay a cheque for £20m in to your bank account, before that cheque bounces you should print off a bank statement showing the £20m as incoming to your account, go down aston martin and lease 2 cars....

cant remember the exact details of the scam but i saw that on a documentary maybe 20 years ago, a guy did it to jaguar, he wasn't a professional scammer or anything he was just desperate to show off, had the car for a month before they reclaimed it, he was doing that for everything, showing his mates his account balance as cash machines etc but it was all based on bouncing cheques

There was a remake of a true story years ago featuring Martin Kemp and a woman who was in Eastenders. He faked that he won the lottery and then it all spiralled out of control. He did that trick of paying in a multimillion cheque and then got a statement before it bounced. Used that statement to get loads of stuff he couldn’t afford.

Edit: Here it is, it’s called Can’t buy me love, a 2004 TV Movie.

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Back in the days of yore Patrick Combs had a website detailing his long running saga with a bank. One of those fake promo cheques came to him via the post, possibly something like readers digest, and he deposited it, and I believe the bank credited his account with that money. He had a shonky looking website detailing all of this and his battle with the bank. The website is gone but the FT tells the story

 

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It was a cheque, made out in my name, for $95,093.35 and it came in a junk-mail letter from a get-rich-quick company. It was worthless, meant only as a financial tease, a lip-licking come-on. “This is how much money you could soon be making.” What it was never meant for was deposit. But that’s exactly what made the thought of depositing it so irresistibly funny. What could possibly be funnier than depositing a perfectly ridiculous, obviously false, fake cheque? (Did I mention it had “non-negotiable” clearly written on it?) So, as a joke, I deposited the fake cheque into my bank’s ATM. I felt like a million bucks doing so. I’d never had so much fun at my bank. Come to think of it, I’d never had any fun at my bank until the moment I endorsed the back of this “cheque” with a smiley face and slipped the Monopoly-like money into the mouth of the hungry ATM. For the first time ever, I walked away from my bank laughing.

 

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4 minutes ago, fightoffyour said:

Listen to this one: You open a company called the Arse Tickler's **** Fan Club.

You take out an advert in the back page of some gay mag, advertising the latest in arse-intruding dildos, you sell it with, I dunno, "does what no other dildo can do until now", "the latest and greatest in sexual technology", "guaranteed results or your money back", all that bollocks. Now these dils cost twenty-five quid a pop - as a snip for the amount of pleasure they're gonna give the recipients. But they send their cheques to the other company name, nothing offensive, er, Bobbie's Bits or something, for twenty-five quid. You take that twenty-five quid, you stick it in the bank until it clears. Now this is the smart bit - you send back the cheque for twenty-five pound from the other company name, "Arse Tickler's **** Fan Club", saying, "We're sorry, we couldn't get the supplies from America because they run out of stock". Now you see how many people cash that cheque - not a single soul, because who wants their bank manager to know they tickle arse when they're not paying cheques?

Oasis did a similar thing back in the day, very clever by whoever thought of it.

They played Heaton Park in 2009 but the gig was riddled with technical issues which ruined it so the Gallagher brothers vowed to refund all 20,000 people (probably pissed or high at the time).

Someone clever (almost certainly not one of the Gallaghers) decided to send out the refund cheques as special Oasis branded cheques from the “bank of Burnage” with Liam and Noel’s signature on them. The result was that many of the people who got the refund cheque didn’t bother to cash them and decided to keep them instead as a bit of memorabilia. 

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5 hours ago, maqroll said:

I just learned today that Louis Theroux is the son of American travel writer Paul Theroux. 

I discovered that as soon as LT hit the scene - I'd read a couple of PT's books, so he was the far more famous Theroux to me. 

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45 minutes ago, fightoffyour said:

Listen to this one: You open a company called the Arse Tickler's **** Fan Club.

You take out an advert in the back page of some gay mag, advertising the latest in arse-intruding dildos, you sell it with, I dunno, "does what no other dildo can do until now", "the latest and greatest in sexual technology", "guaranteed results or your money back", all that bollocks. Now these dils cost twenty-five quid a pop - as a snip for the amount of pleasure they're gonna give the recipients. But they send their cheques to the other company name, nothing offensive, er, Bobbie's Bits or something, for twenty-five quid. You take that twenty-five quid, you stick it in the bank until it clears. Now this is the smart bit - you send back the cheque for twenty-five pound from the other company name, "Arse Tickler's **** Fan Club", saying, "We're sorry, we couldn't get the supplies from America because they run out of stock". Now you see how many people cash that cheque - not a single soul, because who wants their bank manager to know they tickle arse when they're not paying cheques?

The Long Firm, Jake Arnott. It’s a very good read, the other version is to set up a shop buy on credit from suppliers, pay for first lot of stuff and order a shit ton more from as many suppliers as possible. then declare you’ve gobne bust and sell all your stock for a pound to your mate with a fleet of vans ready to disappear in to the night.

But yeah, the Bankofbumboysextoys cheque was apparently a real fave in the 60’s and 70’s.  I think porn dwarf once said that he started off selling 1,000 explicit nude picks for a pound. That all 1,000 nude picks were exactly the same pic didn’t matter, nobody ever made a formal complaint to trading standards.

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I have never personally done the national lottery.

We had an office syndicate, I joined it, we won enough to get a tenner each after just a couple of weeks. So I decided to bail out.

Which means I’m one of the very few people that’s ‘up’ on the national idiot tax.

 

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1 minute ago, chrisp65 said:

I have never personally done the national lottery.

We had an office syndicate, I joined it 

Same here, except I didn't leave the syndicate until I retired from the job, so I was well down on the deal. 

Meanwhile, one woman in the office independently won over half a million on her separate ticket. 

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50 minutes ago, Genie said:

There was a remake of a true story years ago featuring Martin Kemp and a woman who was in Eastenders. He faked that he won the lottery and then it all spiralled out of control. He did that trick of paying in a multimillion cheque and then got a statement before it bounced. Used that statement to get loads of stuff he couldn’t afford.

Edit: Here it is, it’s called Can’t buy me love, a 2004 TV Movie.

There is also a B&W film i watched one Sunday hangover afternoon  with Gregory Peck  , called the million $ note .. similar pretext all be it he isn't faking a win , more the subject of a bet  ... I'd assume the plot was  borrowed / stolen for the film Trading Places 

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One of the things I love about spotify is the way it helps you discover new bands and check out the rising stars. I've just had a notifcation recommending an artist based on other artists I listen to.

Some lad called "Jimi Hendrix". 

I've just listened to his cover of All Along the Watchtower. It's decent, you music guys should check it out.

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