From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Wednesday, February 18, 2004 4:00 PM
To: Derrick Beare
Cc: rest
Subject: FW: Seacret Cafe
D –
Attached is the title for Seacrest=Ccrest. It shows
that I paid sum 177 thousand pounds. In addition I spent several thousand pounds on
the odd washer and dryer blah
blah and then there was the labor of love we put
into it after my feeling so “rotten” in disappointing Jake, let him know that I am now “in training” with the Canadian guys visiting, one happens to be a
rather good soccer player.
I have had many
distractions today including listening repeatedly tu a most beautiful message
left on my voice mail by Marie
who is alone up at the rock cabin, well protected by G-D-Nature,
tu mention little of me having tu stack a whole pile of wood dropped off a
little earlier by Jose who u c in “The Patty”
photo as well as in the “Timex Moment”, my having told our Canadian
friends during mid-morning tea about the first party we had when we arrived at
227 27th Street
that had a number of things “blazing” from the start
beginning with the Sheriff Deputies showing up wanting to know if any of our
cars had got “side-swiped” by a drunken driver they chased
in to the dead end us thinking when they showed up pounding on the glass door
that the neighbors didn’t like our Spanish music, to Patty deciding after
sharing one of her pitiful Bob Dylan CDs with Jose not tu sell her house, the
party finishing off at her place my not quite certain whether she told husband
Steve how good a time she had with the new “crazy”
neighbors neither Patty
NOr
Steve showing up
thou at our “bloc-buster” party
several weeks later, perhaps thinking that partying in Paris was possibly
safer, any thoughts on Morley Safer?
U can just c in the “crazy”
hyperlink the Pratt’s one light in the background across the street from
those bushes which Marie just moments earlier had felt a prick
Or
Too, why anyone
would plant such dangerous bushes where Jews, Roman Catholics, Buddhists,
Greeks, etcetera hang out with tons of Roman candles is anyone’s guess,
my thinking at this time of that email I sent Fred DeLuca,
hi Fred, sum 7 odd years ago while reading him “the riot act”
ending with “When Caesar fiddles Rome burns” him possibly
thinking tu himself,
“This
fricken White-Wheaty-Eating-Durban-born-South African
bred-dip-shit not realizing that I am member of mensa, just a matter of time be4 I hang him out to dry along
with Marie’s Nero of La Jolla G-String underwear, blah blah” [sic].
Fred tho never got
tu meet Marie, now that would be a match only made in heaven, hell as u know is
here on earth, careful how we light fires in perfect vacuum environments like
Deep Space?
Sidebar tu Fred as
well as Jerome Kurtenbach Esq: Gentlemen,
how do u think I can make good with this judgment,
bearing in mind that Fred in no small measure should be given credit in
providing me with the “entrées”
I needed in helping get George W. Bush the necessary votes tu be elected
President of this great country?
In less than 5 minutes, the time now
3:55 PM PST Patty should appear along with her husband on the Oprah Winfrey
Show, thank G-D is all I can say 4 the likes of Jose, so concerned that we have
the right amount of heating while these very Occidental thinking Mexicans help
“thicken” the blood lines in these Lilly-white-Wheaty-eating-brain-dead communities that line the
belt-waves of the U.S., the weather having turned quite “stinky” the
heating system here at the beach house having gone on the blink right after
Marie’s parents returned tu Canada.
I will follow this
email up with another that shows the “map” layout of the
property, located at the end of the beachfront roundabout in Minehead right
where the trail head leads into an enchanted forest that people from all over
the world visit, Burgundy Chapel perhaps not as
important tu some as the “bird watching”, hi Darlene.
It is my
understanding from speaking with realtors this past summer that the value of
this “one
of a kind” property is probably a whole lot more than what we
paid, excluding the one of a kind art that should begin filling up the walls,
certainly upon my death, which will in time also be available at websites like
artbycity.com, and when you consider that Margaret who is running
the café section of the 3 bedroom bed and breakfast café did 5,000 pounds in
less than 4 months on the tail end of the season one shouldn’t
necessarily be as shocked as I was when the retired manager of the local Nat
West who lives a couple of doors down said we should be able to generate
annually 100,000 pounds out of the café alone without the additional income
stream from turning the place in to a whore house which could add, nothing tu
do with the idea of us pimping Marie and Darlene, my just wanting
tu c if Darlene is paying attention, he said,
another 1 million pounds on to the value of the property, 10 X turnover?
Assuming
prostitution is still illegal in the UK, what about us say
setting up the world headquarters 4 Manager Minute One in land-locked Lesotho?
I have yet to open
a bank account in England which may have something to do with my “lack
of credibility”, hi Mr. McLusky Esq., my informing the one teller
when I went to cash in a $100 bill that if she were to lend me a 100,000 English
Pounds Sterling on my signature alone, unlikely I got into why EPS
[Earnings Per Share] of public companies so unreliable,
not only would I agree to pay back the money prior to President Bush suspending
the trading of public companies I would do so with interest at Libor minus 1,
her initial non-response did eventually give way to smiles when I told her,
if she insisted, I would do my level best to make good on getting her an
honorable mention in Manager Minute One.
Then again it is
possible that your uncle, Jonathan Beare, is the “control person” behind Nat West
and has used the likes of Colin "Spider" Schneiderman
tu spread the message that I am “unemployable” bearing in mind we
are not all that far from Penzance which I think
would be far to good a final resting point for this one Professor of Finance
who simply has no clue when to “shut
up”, no one so far has yet to call me a “big
mouth” at least not to my face, and now that they know how I go about
leveraging comments such as “GET
LOST” rarely losing my place, my point being exactly
what, other than at the end of the day there is nothing quite like the Chinese
expression “losing
face”, not tu forget the too nails hanging on the inside
wall of our rock cabin to the left of the main subject matter you see in the
previous hyperlink, the number 42 stamped on top of
each one, quite a coincidence when you consider the number of X the number 42
has appeared in my life, at least this time around, not tu forget, “How
many coincidences does it take before it is no longer a coincidence?”
Such optimism
voiced by neighbor Mike was, however, based on two added factors, first the
need to update the café and the other finding top management. The second
element might be easier tu achieve once we made the necessary improvements tu
attract the “wright type of
crowd” [sic] beyond the locals who seem happy with ham and cheese
sandwiches although I believe we could do 20,000 pounds a year in just tea and
coffee along with the staple diet of scones with jam on top of Somerset cream,
then again what do I know about serving “heavyweight” people, at
this time?
And of course we
don’t want to give a hard time to the locals which is why I chose a local
architect to bounce off some of our ideas to turn this spot into a spa of sorts
that would cater to the “rich chicks” a phrase believe it
or not that came out of Marie’s mouth, her possibly influenced by
sumthing Darlene had tu say, such classy women
shipped in not just from London, remember we have my Italian friend Davide, who works at the
plaza in downtown Del Mar who has a way of getting these sugar daddies “plastered” while their
young dates later have nothing short of a “blast” with
…---…i.e. we should do whatever it takes tu keep such hip men such
as Mr. McLusky from ever considering full-on retirement.
And then there is our mutual buddy Jim, quite the story teller, Jim not
realizing how his story about one of his clients who when landing his plane on
a road, the plane getting smashed by a car coming in the opposite direction was
ever so “close to home”, my not altogether concerned about
how the “rich chicks” would dispose of their guys at this
time, although if Marie were tu read this missive she might throw me into the
blender and serve me up as her special chicken stock tu be “mixed in”
with the “sour grapes” my still thinking at this point about how to
excite uncle Jonathan Beare about doing “the right thing”
nothing quite like “mixing in”, someone has tu fricken stir this
pot, my looking right this minute at my “pot belly”, so down I go
with 50 pushups, and then a break, and then…---… hi dad.
Enough said and besides Oprah has
just come on, “this is big…”
Gary
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From: marie
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Sent: Wednesday,
February 18, 2004 6:37 AM
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