From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Wednesday, April 30, 2003 5:48 PM
To: David and Neil

Cc: rest
Subject: FW: Seacrest – WORK HARD PLAY HARD

Dear David and Neil, hi to the two of you.

Sorry for the delay in getting back to you but I think you can appreciate having been copied on some of my emails over the past month or so that I am at times rather preoccupied with addressing some rather sick people.

Since the two of you are also nurses helping the elderly when not making a “fortune” for us all at Ccrest you get to see the tail end of folks who may have let their formal education interfere with their learning.

Hopefully given the type of people “born & bred” in the English southwest the amount of farting is kept to a bare minimum quite different to those raised in other locations further north and most of the folks I knew growing up in the deep south, South Africa to boot who are “brain-dead” [sic] which says nothing about those who wear so many hats that as my Perfect Storms build up they hope that the worst that can happen is that they will soon awake from a nightmare and get back to their dirty tricks, although my English folks are quite cool and of course I realized at a very young age to pay attention to the “boss.”

When my mother Zena Gevisser Zulman and my stepfather Alan Zulman, however, come visiting don’t be surprised if my mother tells you that Alan is the “boss” although if you were to ask my mother what time of day it is she wouldn’t have a clue but if you were to ask what day it is and it happens to be say Tuesday in flash my mother would motor over to Belgium, via Hong Kong, Singapore and possibly Timbuktu before you could count to 3.

Right now my English folks are not the only ones a little concerned about my next communication with Mr. Trevor Manuel, South Africa’s Minister of Finance.

Do yourself a favor though, don’t try and curry favor by asking Alan the time because he will tell you in the most precise manner imaginable how to build an atomic clock which will piss me off to no end to hear that you are wasting away my precious resources when you could in fact be making curry.

If they didn’t teach about “opportunity cost” at chef school by the time we all become friends you will know everything there is to know about, the cost of your “next best alternative” as well as the only other thing of any value taught at universities throughout the world that of the “laws of supply and demand” i.e. buy cheap and sell high, and best of all you will get an appreciation of Chaos Theory that even the former manager Mr. Russell would be able to understand assuming of course his ears ever stop ringing.

So whatever you do make certain you only let people steal your time on your own watch and not on mine. And naturally I never wear a watch unless I need to keep track of the sun at night. Which brings me to the matter of insurance which I assumed you picked up on in one of my previous emails, i.e. it is in your court. If not please let me know the status and send me a copy so that I can have someone review this sort of stuff who reads better than me and knows a whole lot more. And if for any reason you cannot reach me in the next several days just forward the policy on to Hank Greenberg of AIG. I will see to it that someone gets you his email address if need be.

RE the “fee.” First I would like to see a summary of the business activity to date. Present it in any format that you think is appropriate baring in mind my communications with Mr. “SunanDMoon” [sic] who I assume you tTOo have not heard from. I have not copied Mr. Russell on this email but if he is like others has decided to illegally access my one website database don’t assume if you run into him that he isn’t as well informed as the two of you should be.

I don’t like to go around in circles nor do I like to negotiate with myself and I think you would agree that it makes sense for there to be a minimum amount that covers the rent the two of you would be paying for staying in such a terrific spot in what is undoubtedly God’s hangout when visiting England with the ocean just a couple of steps in front of the entrance assuming you are doing your daily stretching.

Please also let me know what amount above and beyond that figure should be an additional amount covering the restaurant as well as renting out the remaining two bedrooms when “we” are not around. Somewhere you should have come across my discussing my former “significant other” aka “Mds” and I bringing the kids over to Europe this summer around mid-July to mid-August but as far as I know we have yet to hear from JBS giving Marie the “green light” in writing. And of course I am copying Dr. John Ben Stewart’s attorney on this communication as well all future communications that I think will keep him on his toes.

That last hyperlink is of my deceased friend Anne L. Miller who passed away on Xmess Day 2001 one day after I returned from England having purchased what was formerly spelled Seacrest while not carrying any identification let alone a dime to my name although I was donning a thick sheepskin jacket had I been forced to stay out in the cold with temperatures during the night dropping well below freezing.

Not only did I pick up what is unquestionably the prized property in all of Minehead with the ocean immediately in front and an enchanted forest beginning immediately to the left with incredible neighbors to the right not having to watch one’s back with the cliffs standing so upright I also managed to get in to rather good shape in less than a week while walking some 100 miles give or take a couple of rather long falls which is really how I stayed warm while keeping my mind focused on the Perfect Storms that we have brewing over here in the United States.

Which reminds me that I need to follow up with Mr. Kenneth Standard who may not have received the 13,000 odd email I sent him this past Monday evening that begins to address not only some of the “pressing” problems I see in this world but solutions worth embracing that shouldn’t have folks even the most rapacious wanting to chop off my legs below the knees.

Yesterday morning I woke up to hear a woman screaming at the top of her lungs, “I want a divorce.” Fortunately, unfortunately I was sleeping in The Cave. Another reason I was not nervous was the fact that my dog Pypeetoe slept through this natural crisis that seems to go on in just about every “married” household although for the majority of those 50% odd who don’t have the courage to get divorced most of the time one or both spouses simply get the “silent treatment.”

Last night I was over at the Del Mar Plaza kibitzing with my two good pals, Jim and Dave, who like most busy single individuals always doing the right thing or at least admitting to only wanting to have sex with non obese women, rarely manage to get through all of my emails, appreciating though, the words of wisdom I occasionally share with them, most of the time courtesy of my new bride, Marie Dion Gevisser.

Dave, the barman was not his usual self. At first I thought it had to do with me telling him that I had just got married but then I started to look around and what I saw was not one or two incredibly good-looking women but a total of 8 and there was just me, Jim and of course Dave is the one they are all really after to mention just in passing that perhaps the most beautiful of them all was a brunette lady probably in her early 30s perhaps late 20s who happens to be the splitting image of Kathy Murray although in my opinion “Tracy” would eat this women who “turned on me” and Marie, for lunch but of course she doesn’t I assume have the same medical problems as Kathy Murray.

I got into this matter very briefly with Tracy whose last name rhymes with the stuff you eat at places like Kentucky Fried Chicken in terms of what had gone down with Ms. Kathy Murray and her “partner in crime” [non-sic] Dr. John Ben Stewart aka JBS which as a result of the FBI being contacted has now rapidly increased the circle of people tuned in to what it is that I have to say which in time should increase my business operations even as far away as England.

Dave cleans up in so many ways it is just not funny and of course he is so far the only person on this planet who is able to stop me dead in my tracks just by selecting a few choice words. He is Italian and was born in a city near Bologna and clearly this was not one of those places where my father missed the target but who knows Dave and I could be brothers?

What is really interesting is to observe the ritzy folk drinking more than they should but never over the legal driving limit although if they knew how often their dates later pick up the phone for a “quickie” it would be enough to drive them totally insane. In other words Dave is unquestionably the quickest at the draw I have ever seen although if you spoke with Professor Aaron Brown of Eraider.com he is still probably shaking his head wondering how it came to pass that I would pick up on him looking for a shareholder of “Peeriless” [sic] Systems and how come I never seem to let go. At some point we will add dollars to that hand sticking out of the water.

Dave is exactly the sort of person you want running a bar should obtaining a liquor license make sense, wouldn’t you agree? I should add though a bit more information about Dave before you commit to trying to entice him away from Il Fornio. The thing I like most about him besides for always making me laugh is his attention to detail making certain everyone is taken care of including his employers, keeping very careful track of the billing.

Last night though was clearly the exception but I am willing to forgive this terrific guy who has yet to poke fun at the highlights in my hair which look identical to his.

As you may have read the marriage ceremony to my “travel companion” this past week after traveling through life on quite an incredible journey these past 9+ years was rather frugal but when you consider we live each day like it is our last, mindful though of others who have less, it didn’t stop us from having the greatest wedding of my dreams and when you get to meet Marie you can ask what she thinks but my advice is not to bring up my emails which will get shorter; really.

In addition to her helping me write a book which so far she has shown little or no interest in we are launching a clothing franchise concept under the labels GrubbyGrub and GirlieGarb.com that is already taking the world by storm.

I will continue to keep you informed on an as needed basis and please do likewise.

All the best,

Gary

From: DStl1@aol.com [mailto:DStl1@aol.com]
Sent: Thursday, March 20, 2003 11:24 AM
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: Re: Seacrest

Hi Gary,
             Just a quick note to say it was lovely meeting your father , David had a chat with him for about 30 minutes. David did give him my apologies for missing him but i was out working at the time.

He seem to like the Cafe Seacrest he had a look all over. He also asked us to pass a message on that he will be in South Africa from Monday.

We also wonder if it would be possible if you could give us some indication as to what percentage of the turnover you are looking for and also what minimum fee payment you are looking at receiving every 3 months .

Please find attached to this email 2 pictures of your father that David took while your father was here with him on Wednesday.

Hope to hear from you soon

Yours

Neil and David