Companies that have helped me on my journey
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Covertly Observe & Report
Insurance Undercover & Dodgy claims During the 1990’s I was discreetly contracted by specialist cargo underwriters on behalf of the world’s biggest insurance market; based within the City of London’s financial square mile. London is home to the world’s leading insurance platform, a unique indoor marketplace! Accommodating within and under its umbrella are the very ‘best of the best’ specialist Underwriters; men and women, who are at the cutting edge of the world’s 50 plus primary Insurance Companies. My first assignment was to covertly visit, observe and report on the Rice trade in West Africa. Sounded so simple! Extract from “Live a Life to Die For.” by Roger Davies. Abruptly,…
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Fly Fishing
Gentle Art of Fly Fishing takes skill, focus and almost meditative patience – The last gift I received from my Mum, before she passed away in 1997 at the age of 72,was a Fly Fishing rod, reel, special ’fly’ line, along with casting lessons from now my long term fishing companion , Robin Elwes. An all-encompassing gift, which to me it has become much more; it’s a Legacy that has opened the door for a lifetime of special days for me. My Mum must have remembered the fun I had experienced fishing as a young boy 45years before! I caught my first fish in the late 1950’s. Since then, fishing…
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Job Interview in 1979
An unconventional, ‘off the wall’, job interview In 1979 and again in the early 1982/3 I was hired as the “labour trouble shooter” for contracts in the Middle East. To say my CV, references and interviews were bizarre is an understatement. For example in 1979, an ‘employment interview’ started totally by chance whilst drinking in the Cross Keys, Lawrence Street. Chelsea. I got into a conversation about nothing special, just usual the bar bullshit with a random guy who seemed interesting. After a few beers we decided to change pubs. As we walked up Oakey Street, I eyed three ‘jack the lads’ standing by a Pillar box on the corner of…
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Oil Rigs 1978
Which is crazier and/or more dangerous? Being caught in high winds whilst working in a suspended cradle 200 ft above the North Sea? OR My circuitous journey from London’s underworld to Loch Kishorn began when situations were getting very ‘hot’ and I’d had to hurriedly exit London for health reasons. It was in my best interests if lived discretely; merely a temporary move until ‘things’ quietened down. Except : https://www.rogerdavies.me.uk/the-book-live-a-life-to-die-for/ #livealifetodiefor
