THE BLOGGING SYNDROME has taken me away from my now known SUPER BLOG site. This page will take me to around 1974. Initially, the object was to fill in most of the life experiences of JOHN D. FARLEY, that's me, for my family. I guess they more or less know what occurred after that time. I have not mentioned the sad parts of Shirley and me breaking up in SHIRLEY AND THE BOYS, NOR WILL ANY DETAILS BE OFFERED. She was and still is my constant companion, she was David's and Michael's mother and that's that. Shirley died very young, we still talked, and prior to her passing away she made me promise to look after the boys. To the best of my ability I did just that. In total we lived together for 17 years, I never remarried nor had a partner until much later. My sister in law Rowena and her family were a tower of strength, the extended family cannot be thanked enough for their assistance. LIFE AFTER PERMUTIT WATER TREATMENT COMPANY. Probably the most fulfilling period of my working life was to be ended by an offer, an offer I could not refuse. A friend suggests a meeting with one of his clients, this meeting led me down the path of "bad judgment". Now, never look back in anger, never be judgmental and never wish a retrospective life. You make the decisions in life, ‘so handle it'. When a man rises from his impending death bed and categorically declares, "you will manage my company", what do you do? And I must say the potential was evident; manage a SWIMPOOL Company, contribute to it's success and help to provide for the stricken man's family. The man and his family were sincere, the friend was not. SWIMPOOL DOCTOR The time was LABOR PARTY BC, Australian society was static, reasonable employment and living conditions, we employed between 6 an 7 young guys, they cleaned SWIMMING POOLS, the carried out maintenance, we cleaned the average pool for 7 dollars. We supplied chemicals and liaison, the company was in a comfortable state of finance, I thought. A LITTLE FURTHER NORTH. BUT NOT YET. It doesn't serve me well to describe the disaster that subsequently occurred, but I lived. Essentially my position was that of Business Manager responsible for the day to day running of the company. At one stage we had 7 people employed servicing / cleaning Swimpools, supplying pool chemicals and liaison with people in the installation of new pools. WE had a fleet of V-DUB COMBI VANS, FROM 1963 MODELS TO 1970 MODELS. Most of our clients were from the Eastern Suburbs of Sydney, Upper North Shore, Manly and the Northern Beaches. At one point we serviced in excess of 180 / 220 pools weekly, we supplied the bulk of our clients chemicals. We, mainly me, would repair or install pumps and filtration equipment. We were well respected for our prompt and efficient service On our "Books" we had a client base of 500 / 600 pools; some serviced weekly the majority at 2 weekly intervals, some monthly. In 1972 the company was owed an astounding $16,000, some clients owed in excess $300. At $6 or $7 a pool clean, I should have seen the writing on the wall, but the challenge had been a motivation. Get a MERCANTILE LICENSE and start to bring the Company back on its feet, and at the same time provide for Mr. Lewis's family, his wife and 3 kids. Included in the deal was 51% of the shares, controlling interest. The title of SWIMPOOL DOCTOR was legally endowed upon me by Corporate Affairs, NSW. That's how it commenced. The financial figures stated above will not appear world beating, when related to the average wage of $80 a week some comparison will be evident. In the first 6 months I ‘recovered' the bulk of the outstanding monies, the small business was back on top. Then, I was brought back to reality on two counts, there weren't any shares, the company was informed that an outstanding accountancy fee in the vicinity $8,000 had been incurred, I'm a bitter man. The real crunch came later down the track when we commenced "having the recession we had to have", people began laying off service personnel, lawn mowers, gardeners, general help, gutter cleaners, cleaners and the bloody Swimpool Doctor. Slowly but inevitably our business went down the floor drain, so to speak. And all through this those lovely JEWISH people from the Eastern Suburbs paid their bills, SHALOM TO YOU AND YOUR GOD, he is my Gods brother did you know? There is more to this narrative, collar me some day. Right now I'm pissed off, but I'm over it. However, a combination, let's say, of unsavoury dealings in the the CONTRACT sense, the recession, bad judgement and greed saw me 'shafted', you know, shagged. Brushware Salesman, ACAN, SELL UP AND GO NORTH.