No, but funnily enough one of the girls on my facebook list is married to a guy who had to leave Croatia in a hurry !I've often wondered how people found suppliers before the internet. Guys like you made it their business to know.
Are you sure you weren't working for MI5 Peter ?
What a fascinating life you've had (are having!) Peter, by comparison I'm just an old stick in the mud, or as Bj calls me a boring old fart (I added the "boring")Harry, before things like Google came out, I used to earn money from it. I could be somewhere in the Middle East or Africa negotiating on some contract that, if things went well, I'd get paid on years later.
If someone, in a place where getting anything and everything was difficult, asked me for something they needed immediately and were going to pay for immediately, if I could source it, it paid the travel expenses putting the big deals together.
These days they can just Google for it, but 30 years ago knowing where to get stuff, or how to find out was a regular money spinner. Medical stuff, aircraft spares, you name it. One of the odder ones was sourcing copies of famous statues for the Iraqi Ministry of Education arts dept. They couldn't use live nude women for the still life classes, but they could use classical statues of nude women. I actually found them and did the deal, with an atelier in the back streets of Paris ! Iraq used to be a lot of fun before they invaded it.
Having said that, I knew about Devcon because I was once sales director of an engineers' merchants and we stocked it. It was in the days when we had an engineering industry in the UK! The real money spinner there was in urgently needed fasteners. People like Fords only kept a couple of days stock of fasteners, which were regularly delivered on contract, directly from a manufacturer and they had obviously negotiated very keen prices on.
If something went wrong at the suppliers and couldn't be resolved within hours, the production line was liable to stop and cost them millions. If you knew where you could lay your hands on what they needed, usually with some other stockist, or possibly an engineering shop you knew who kept the right grade of steel, who'd knock them out overnight, you could name your own price. Once you'd got them off the hook once, they always came back to you.
Happy days !
You've led a good life, Harry. I tend to remember the good bits and forget the occasions when I've been stuck in some God forsaken part of Africa or the Middle East with my cash running out, unfriendly natives and tummy trouble !What a fascinating life you've had (are having!) Peter, by comparison I'm just an old stick in the mud, or as Bj calls me a boring old fart (I added the "boring")