Dating apps and war stories
Nothing like a good old fashioned lob to put everyone on the back foot
Love eh?
Bloody hell!
A glamorous gran who was conned out of Ā£165,000 by a Tinder swindler dubbed the āWolf of Walworthā has told how the ordeal sent her spiralling into debt and a psychiatric hospital.
The widow who wished to remain anonymous, matched with a man purporting to be a tech entrepreneur behind the failed online vinyl marketplace Gemm.
The high-flying Tinder match, who called himself Humphrey, seemed to live a life of luxury smoking cigars & sunning himself at seaside resorts along the south coast.
Soon into the relationship, she was asked to open a line of credit in her name as a security measure to āprotectā her new boyfriend by giving her name āas a coverā.
He instructed her to fill out documents for an American Express platinum card, reporting her income as Ā£200,000.
She took out huge loans amid promises she would be paid back.
But the tech giant was really Mickey Jerome, a convicted conman who had already spent three years in jail for fly tipping, theft of copper & catalytic converters.
He spent thousands on boxes of rare cuban cigars from Sautters in Mayfair, handmade shoes from St James & selvedge denim.
The scam then attracted more women who were lured into the same cycle of deception and debt.
Jerome was arrested in June during a routine traffic operation, the van he was driving was untaxed & uninsured.
He definitely wears a Ā¾ length leather jacket and gels his hair back too!
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They donāt all dress like Lovejoy/Flares, you racist.
Some also dress like Sean.
I didnāt mention tarmac, for fuck sake!
Last time I flew into Galway, thereās a big country house on the descent path thatās completely surrounded by a huge square of tarmac.
I couldnāt believe it, itās like theyād just gone up to the Lord of the Manor and said āso, weāll tarmac the driveway shall we?ā and heād told them to get lost and probably returned to his property after his next trip to the big city to find his driveway, his gardens, his vegetable patch and everything tarmacced.
Lol, their olympic sized outdoor swimming pool filled to the brim with the molten black stuff!
Form an orderly queue pls lads
I do like a Doris who keeps herself and her environs in tip top cleanliness. Keeper imo
You poor sod, Jules.
Cleanliness is next to godliness.
Marry her.
It would be quite valid having a piece who takes care of all the tidying in a proper way.
Sheād probably make a banging cheese toastie and mug of tea for you while you watched Grandstand, no complaints either.