Scam: #17029

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Submitted: 12/02/2013
Severity: 10
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Ashley Boulstridge

Ashley James Boulstridge June 1991

Ashford, Middlesex, SFK, TW15 1ED

Ashley James Boulstridge.... where do I begin? For a 22 year old he has scammed a lot of money from friends and family.

Ashley becomes friends with you tells you about his life, makes you feel sorry for him. He then asks to borrow money. This is for a whole number of things such as a police fee, an over draft or to help a mate out.

He pays you back the first time he borrows it making you trust him.

Then he asks to borrow more and more, always promising to pay it back or do a bank transfer. He will call the bank on loud speaker while it dials. He will then pretend to have a conversation giving them your sort code and account number, really he has hung up. He then asks you if he transfers another £100 can you get it out for him as he doesn't have a bank card. Being a friend you do this and trust him. The money never turns up in your account.

He has had people take out phone contracts and used credit cards. He doesn't allow the friends to speak to each other so it doesn't come out what he is doing.

He has slipped up now and lots of us are talking.

He is still trying to "borrow" money off all of us now, begging us he has no money for food or a roof over his head, this is because his family can't trust him.

He has even stolen money and phones from peoples bags, purse, house and cars.

Please be aware of this bloke. We believe he uses this money to feed his addictions.

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Ashley James Boulstridge June 1991

Ashley James Boulstridge June 1991

Ashley James Boulstridge June 1991

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big

Submitted: 12/24/2013

Ashley? what a little girl

Josh

Submitted: 05/27/2017

This guy is an absolute cunt, and a lying piece of shit who makes a million excuses left, right and middle so that he doesn't have to man up and face the problems he creates... when he's called out on them.

I loaned him 3 books, when I was working with him, then changed jobs not long after that. Fast forward a year later, I still don't have my books. What's happened? I'm glad you asked; let me tell you that story.

After he changed his phone number, I was able to get his new one from a former work colleague who still worked with him. You would think that a sensible, honest person who changes his number would get back to you... after acting like a "mate", and knowing that he has books that belong to you. But not Ashley,

About 6 months went by, and not seeing any effort on his part, I started contacting him. I didn't get through, all the calls went either unanswered or to voicemail. Text messages and WhatsApp messages... again, unanswered.

When I started pressing, and calling more frequently, he finally started answering. But all I got were a million excuses from him, as to why he couldn't talk, or now wasn't a good time, or whatever steaming pile of bullshit he could fabricate at the moment.

1. His cousin died, and he was out of town;
2. He had mould in his house, and he was dealing with that;
3. My books were "safe and packed away"... but in the "non-mould house";
4. He had an accident and had just come back from A&E.
5. His daughter was sick, and so he wasn't going out.
6. He was looking after his daughter, so he'd send the missus over with the books.
7. He was refused a rental vehicle at the rental, at the last minute; no transportation.
8. He had to work, but "I'll come by tomorrow" before work.
9. He was off, but then they changed his rota.
10. He finished late, and was absolutely knackered; I'll come tomorrow.
11. Oh, I got caught up. I promise, guarantee tomorrow after the school run.

And nr. 11 was the last I heard from him, before this piece of shit either blocked my calls, or changed his number, so that he didn't have to hear from me... and not return my books.

All of this took place over the course of a few weeks. I lost precious days off sitting around, waiting for this dickhead to be reliable and turn up when he said he would, only for him to cancel at the last minute, and promise "tomorrow."

Tomorrow always came, but my books never.

When I finally pressed him into a corner, he played the victim and got aggressive with me, as if this was somehow all about him. I told him it wasn't about him, and it was about me getting an endless stream of "reasons" at the last minute, day after day, as to why he'd still not returned my books.

Interestingly, he got sacked from Europcar (where we both worked) after he was involved in an investigation about cars being stolen. And while I also worked there, money disappeared from at least 3 colleagues' handbags / backpacks. Coincidence? Maybe, but I wouldn't be surprised of the contrary.

And oh, yeah... I fell for that "lend me 40 quid" bullshit, where he rang his bank. I never got my 40 quid back.

This lying sack of dog shit, this cock-sucking ass-hat who doesn't give a fuck about anyone but himself, this unreliable cunt who thinks he's clever enough to play everyone... well, let me tell you this right now: he's gonna meet his maker eventually, and he will pay a heavy price for his actions. You watch.