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Meeting Alan Bond- Winner of the America's Cup
Alan bond celebrates winning the America's Cup
A chance meeting in a Perth lock-up
In 1992 I was a bit of a wild bugger. The police had chased me one night on my 1200cc Yamaha motorbike through Perth, Western Australia. I had no licence so I took off up the Kwinana Freeway with the police in hot pursuit.
Of course I crashed the bike and got caught and was duly charged with various offences bailed and given a court date.
I turned up to the District Court in Hay Street at the appointed time. The police processed me which involved taking my tie, shoelaces and all my personal property. I was then chucked in the lock-up to await my hearing with the magistrate.
When I entered the lock-up I was surprised to see an old business associate named John Day who worked in the Motorcycle accessory trade. He had unfortunately turned to heroin and obviously crime. We nodded a cursory hello and kept to ourselves from that moment on. He paced the floor nervously as he waited for his time with the judge.
Suddenly there was a commotion in the hallway outside the cell door as a large group of police officers entered the area. They were singing “Living next door to Alan to the tune of “Living next door to Alice, by the band Smokey.
The keys jangled in the cell door and in walked an immaculately suited gentleman wearing a gold Rolex and a few gold rings on his well manicured fingers. He was short and tubby and I could smell his expensive aftershave. This was the man that won the Americas cup in Fremantle from the Yanks a few years before
He was still wearing his tie and shoe laces, this is what happens when you are Alan Bond!. He sat at the stainless steel table which had a matching bench and were both bolted to the concrete floor for safety reasons, right across from me.
Ironically I was reading a story in an old tattered Women’s Weekly about his wife Eileen (Red) Bond. “Bondy” I exclaimed, absolutely thrilled that this business icon (or criminal, whichever way you swing) was here to finally assuage my boredom.
We just made small talk, we didn’t have much in common him being a multi billionaire and myself coming from convict seventh generation working class stock. The only thing he really said of any significance was that he was innocent and that he could not understand why the authorities were picking on him.
The fact that he has stolen 1.2 billion dollars from Bell Resources may have had something to do with it. He was later convicted of this and was sentenced to a massive 6 years jail or about a dau for each 5 million dollars he stole.
Eventually he was called up to court, I said goodbye to him, shook hands and that was the end of Bondy. I have since read a few books about him by journalist Paul Barry and will be writing some book reviews of these titles- look out for them!