Richard Bell, Personal Safety, Privacy, Legality and Fragmented Conscience
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An old-fashioned con
Since I set up Jilted Ink, my own pro-bono research and campaign agency which does a lot of investigative journalism work – and you can see its umbrella of services on my LinkedIn profile – I have begun to think a lot about fragmented conscience.
We all pass the buck. You know the type of thing – what I like to call the “traffic warden conundrum”. The idea that although what I am personally doing is morally or even legally questionable, I am only taking orders from the boss. Trying to put food on the table. Feed the kids. Pay the mortgage. Keep the lights on. It’s not on me. I’m actually nice when I clock off.
In recent years I‘ve covered the No DSS scandal by estate agents and landlords against transgender people (illegal discrimination) in Brighton, East Sussex. And using a very good lawyer who also worked pro-bono for a favour – my client won and got paid out. Details of the main thread of that story are on the link below.
In the summer of 2019 I wrote a piece about my work to litigate, successfully, The Department of Work and Pensions (The DWP) to what was then Her Majesty’s Courts and Tribunals Service (of course, now His Majesty’s and hereafter shortened to HMCTS). I detailed how I used the Freedom of Information Act to catch them in a lie. The story is on one of my blogs on the following link, for later reference:
http://heartbreakhill.home.blog/2019/08/21/a-freedom-of-information-tale/
And earlier that year I covered off the behind-closed-doors activities of Privatised Job Centres, naming and shaming the human individuals, not just the companies they work for. Because companies don’t have human bodies and can’t be made to be humanly accountable. Read that here;
One final project of splendid appeal dealt with my investigation into Work Capability Assessment. That’s here:
http://heartbreakhill.home.blog/2019/01/06/work-capability-assessment/
Richard Bell
Yesterday, Thursday 11th April 2024 I received two letters by post to my home address and with my name on them. One from a business called Intrum and the other from ResolveCall. I’d wager the latter has a rather generous impression of itself as you can see from its informative corporate logo
You can’t beat real evidence – even a wordsmith such as I will admit it when it comes to the work of Jilted Ink’s private detective work. So below I present the aforementioned letters I received in the post, annotated in red by me for further points I’d like to make closer inspection of later, and the most recent LinkedIn post by the Richard Bell in question. For I am pretty sure many Richard Bell’s exist and to you people I apologise and will distinguish the chap I refer to here accordingly.
The first image is a copy of a letter from Intrum, in essence handing my debt over to Resolvecall or so it would seem. Here is the logo of Intrum. Not quite as boastful as Resolvecall. Quite reserved actually. Rather British, I’d wager. Understated. Normal. Nondescript. Concise. Utilitarian. Standard fayre.
Note my red-inked bit. Although it hands over my account to Resolvecall it does state clearly that the new handlers “specialise in visiting customers’ properties.”
Now, that’s a pretty strong statement. The letter has my personal flat number and full address on it. My property as they put it is clearly my home. My safe space. Where I live alone. And I’m a man. Imagine if I was a woman for a second or two. Specialise. That word implies that visiting people’s homes in person is the main thing that they do, as opposed to a last resort or some infrequent activity. It is not implying but rather it is directly expressing they are dedicated bailiff-type persons. Correct me if I’m wrong. No, seriously. I will include any comments in the thread without blocking or editing these in the interest of full and fair debate. And that offer is extended to you, Richard Bell. When I called a multi-national Big Sugar corporate giant for its behaviour it responded in a non-plussed fashion yet I published its response in full. Let’s be open. If I am wrong I will stand not fall, corrected.
Gavin Flynn
You’ll see that the Intrum hand-over letter above that asserts the Resolvecall “we are coming to your home” approach is signed by Gavin Flynn, Operations Director. But this article is on Richard Bell so I’ll assess Gavin later. But take note, My Flynn, that I appreciate your written signature, volunteered up as it is. It makes my work so much easier. That is if you exist. More research for me on you down the pike, I guess.
The other letter
In the adjoining letter, if you would, and red-inked by me for your convenience, another pretty strong affirmation. “Failure to contact Resolvecall within 7 days of this letter will lead to a personal visit being made”.
Given that this letter (both letters, in fact) are dated 04/04 and I am receiving them on 11/04 – or to be precise – seven days later – I am entitled to interpret this promise as “We are coming to visit you in person NOW“.
Wow! You or your representative(s) will personally visit me at my flat and let’s be clear: it’’s not like the Avon lady going door to door. This is a chap in a faraway city proving in his letter that he is coming to personally seek me out or sending someone on his behalf if not being employed in the direct business mechanic that enables this to take place . Not that he might. That he will. And remember, this is his speciality. It’s the main thing he does.
So who is Richard Bell?
Above is the latest LinkedIn post by Richard, screen-grabbed by me yesterday and declaring itself to be three months old – so this is supposedly from January 2024. He’s a full grown burley middle-aged bloke, like me. Like all of us, me included, he is using professional social media to put his best foot forward. So I’m guessing this is the Richard that his family and friends and quasi-professional acquaintances would be familiar with.
But that’s his best foot forward. What about his lagging foot? What of the work-a-day Richard they don’t get to see? Let’s take a look. But first, a little bit of back-story. I’m not just an investigative journalist, as you know. I’m a story-teller and we all love a bit of background, right?
London to Brighton, 2002
Twenty-two years ago (that’s a long time, right?) I moved from Beckenham – which is actually a cute village in Kent and feels Kentish even though it’s also in Greater London and a stone’s throw from London towns such as Crystal Palace and Catford. Beckenham was, in 2002, a village with a winding high street centred around an old faux-Tudor pub called Ye Olde George, near cafes with awnings, milliners, butchers and bakers and good pubs and bars. It had a tram and train station at one end and the adjacent town’s travel hubs (Clockhouse) at the other. Beckenham has a BR postcode for Bromley – not a London postcode and the local rag is the Kent Advertiser, not the London Evening Standard. It was cute and pretty and clean and generally community-based and very lovely.
I was due to move down to the south coast – to Brighton – in an apartment just one block from the blue English Channel and so I reconfigured my financial affairs. On my thirty-first birthday I walked into the HSBC branch in Beckenham village and closed my account – paying off the odd bit of money owed.
Here is my receipt of closing the account having squared it off to the penny. Balance zero. The address in Yorkshire at the footer of the receipt is actually the branch where I had opened the account some years earlier. I have vivid memories of closing it in Beckenham village. I was, afterall, a birthday boy!
Four years later, in early 2007, I was contacted by a debt collector for this non-existent debt and went to great lengths to get this duplicate receipt from the bank and it was very stressful. I had lost the original. Imagine, eighteen years after that being pestered again.
Yet, in 2007, just four years after the debt was settled, and within the Statute of Limitations to legally chase up bad debts that are non-mortgage loans, there was (and still is) often a large number of innocent mistakes where the batches of bad debts sold in bulk from the original creditor at a hair-cut rate to a professional collector could feasibly, accidentally include new (less than six years old) clean sheets. Lemons, as they are known in the trade. So I put this down to such blameless inadvertance in that instance.
This time around it immediately felt different. Off. I used to work at The Financial Times group of companies (Financial Adviser and Pensions Management) in central London and as part of my undergrad legal studies I had passed my Financial Services Act (FSA) regulatory requirements. Things have moved on a bit since then but the general essence of short loans, overdrafts and commercial paper recovery is still of the same mould. I have a nose for it and something was fishy here. In any case, should I keep this receipt safe until I get asked to pay it again in 2042? Will Buck Rogers look more like Thomas Shelby and be giving me the midnight knock? Do me a favour, lads.
Data abuse
How did Richard Bell, Gavin Flynn, Intrum and Resolvecall get my real address right down to the door number and postcode? In the past two decades, I have moved home, job and city several times. Do they have a legal right to use my data in this manner? Given that no debt exists, am I being harassed? Are the physical visit promises legal? What is really going on?
The menacing promise of a real physical visit to my home and Richard Bell
But the fact that the debt isn’t real is not the main point of this investigation or this article. I contend that my main point stands even if I did owe the money.
In an age of post-COVID and post #MeToo and Sarah Everard and increasing Domestic Violence, Harvey Weinstein and Jeffrey Epstein, I am specifically interested in the promises made in writing of a personal visit to my home by adult male specialist collectors. If you read beyond my red-ink circles in the above pieces of correspondence, you’ll see that these strangers who know where I live and sleep are going to “arrange and discuss” my repayments. So ask yourself, what could the word “arrange” mean if it does not include or extends beyond “discussion”? No really. Try and answer. That’s not rhetorical.
I placed a call as demanded (not requested) in the letters and after speaking with Aidan who would not give me his surname for security reasons, understandably, he put me onto his manager. Richard took the phone line and opened with “Hi I’m Richard Bell, Gary. I certainly don’t mind providing my surname.” I have a full audio recording of the entire twenty-minute call so if you’d like to contend anything Richard, go ahead. Try me. I’m willing to publish it here in its entirety although I seriously doubt you’d want that, mate.
I suspect his initial bravado was for the benefit of his charge and more immediately proximate audience, Aidan.
If Richard wishes to argue that it would not be himself personally making the visit – fragmented conscience – I contend that as an agent and officer of the company in his role and in his office he is legally to be treated (agency law is precisely this) as such, just as he is legally entitled to extract a regular salary, commissions, expenses, positive reputational engineering and professional pride in his career. It’s not on Resolvecall, Richard. It’s on you.
At no point did I show Richard or Aidan my proof that the debt was settled by me at the time? That HSBC receipt above is something they did not get to see.
So I presented Richard with the scenario that he drove down from Paisley to Salford (hell of a drive – I should know) and then parked up (expensive round here) and visited me at my door. What next? He’s not the police with a warrant or an officer of His Majesty’s services – tax or council. I simply and politely close the door in his face. What a waste of a journey! Surely his employer would go out of business in no time. To use an American expression – that sure is some pussy approach to debt collection, buddy! And entirely ineffective.
You see, last I checked, (about twenty minutes ago. I was buying kefir in Tesco and spoke with Siri on my AirPods) the statute of limitations on bad debts in England is six years. Call me a quickstudy but if you’re not going to enforce the debt repayment legally you know it’s not a legal debt. Aidan dropped the ball when he said that there’d be no adverse effect on my credit rating and he wouldn’t call back. This was his response to me saying “Let’s nail a date down for court. This is misrepresentation.” You should never cold call illegally to steal money using technical legal matters. Eventually, sure as eggs is eggs, you’re gonna hit the super-vigilant guy who majored in law and is long on time. And loves a bit of inv journ desktop publishing.
Personal Prowler
I contend that Richard Bell has more employees than employers and, just as illegal cold caller marketers patently abuse the TPS (Telephone Preference Service) or the DO NOT CALL list in the USA, and are willing to bet that before they get found out they’ll have robbed enough of you to make it worthwhile, it would be my good guess that this guy and his goons are massaging the data manually and intentionally intimidating people using threats of physical meetings to collect on debts he KNOWS are fake. I contend that he’s intentionally going back decades in the hope you’ll have forgotten and he’ll likely sit in your lounge until you agree on a reasonable instalment plan. A tenner a week type of thing.
I don’t know how he’s sourcing our real home addresses but I’d wager he’s doing so with intent and strengthening his resolve (and therein weakening the resolve of his mark) with a written promise (in my case, two written promises arriving simultaneously from separate companies ) to make illegal entry. In law, if my intention is malicious, what would normally be a rightful visit to personal property is already trespass. For example, walking into my local grocery store is trespassing if I go there with the intent to steal. Even if I do not succeed in stealing.
Such is the nuanced yet crucial difference between the less accessible civil offence of trespass and the much more accessible offence of Criminal Trespass. I have spoken with Greater Manchester Police on the finer points of what has taken place and they have kindly referred me to the Fraud Office. ActionFraud is the appropriate branch, in this case, of The Serious Fraud Office, to be precise. I will be guided, of course, by them and in the end, I will leave the outcomes to the experts and take up the media angle using my professional media contacts. For, to my mind, the media story is that I am but the tip of an ugly iceberg. Large media corporations have the resources I lack.
Malicious Intent
I knew something was amiss. That’s an understatement. I’m being kind, Richard. You said my debt was a credit card but it was a checking account. You said I last dealt with HSBC on the 15th of November 2002 but it was three days earlier on my birthday. Yet the debt both you and Aidan quoted was spot on to the pound and penny. More tellingly, even before I made a specific enquiry after the age of the debt (I already knew) Aidan told me how old it was. And he was three days out in twenty-two years. Gotcha! So he KNOWS he’s breaking the law in terms of The Statute of Limitations. Computers don’t make such errors. Humans make such changes on purpose. What are the odds of you calling someone like me who can remember and prove such deep distant data so accurately and so quickly? Well, buddy, it just happened. I think you should be in jail and might have been and may be so quite soon in any case. If you’re not already. Were you calling me yesterday from HMP Barlinnie?
The safety of single-occupancy men and women at home
Yet still my point is the one about intimidation of women in their homes. Not your rather transparent potentially criminal and certainly erroneous endeavours. I wouldn’t want you in prison for fraud. For me, this is darker. This is about you intentionally frightening people as an assertive man by saying I Know Where You Live and I’m Coming Round. You’re potentially a menace to men and women in their safe spaces and I’m all over the Fraud Office about you, sweetie.
Say I’m a woman living alone and Richard Bell or his charge turns up at my door. Say I have guests or cancer or English is my second language or say I’m busy and can’t even remember a debt from twenty-two years ago. Say I pay it off, mortified that the neighbours see a debt collector leaving my premises. A debt I don’t owe? Is that legal theft?
The crime of Blackmail is legally defined as Making unwarranted demands with menaces. This is a path worth exploring if ever I saw one.
I’m presently talking to ActionFraud about getting an answer to these questions. The actions of Richard Bell toward me this past week may or not constitute a combination of both civil and criminal offences. A civil offence is one between two individuals. A crime is an offence against His Majesty The King, King Charles III. The latter is easier to access and the police do all the work for you. Some civil cases are inaccessible to poorer people as they may cost money. Crimes are always free if you’re a victim because, in law, His Majesty The King is also the victim and criminals really wanna pick the fights they can win. You ain’t winning that one.
Yet I suspect most British people would invite Richard in for a cup of tea and our famous humble hospitality. We’d be concerned and embarrassed. We’d initially believe him. A busy single Mum would send her kids off to play and privately hope her hubby would come back sooner than usual.
For now, there is a strange burly man in my kitchen and I’m alone with him and say I’m a woman and I invited him in so no break-and-enter. That’s quite an enforced position of vulnerability, Richard. And he’s going to start demanding money. He has written and told me as much. He’s hardly about to bake me a cake and make polite chats about my Auntie Jackie.
I contend that this is intimidation and threatening in an unstated manner. For what could not be discussed over the phone and why could we not meet at Costa on the high street. You WILL be coming to my safe space. You SPECIALISE in doing so.
Pay up to avoid having to face Richard Bell and Gavin Flynn’s Goons
Sadly, I suspect more people yet will pay him money they do not owe simply to avoid a visit from the bailiffs. I suspect that his threat of physical confrontation works in many instances without having to be followed through.
The best bit
Here’s the sweet joy of it. As the call goes on and Richard is getting a flavour of me and who I am and what I do, his bravado goes AWOL. He’s not sent me the email he promised. He won’t give me his phone number. Nor did Aidan send me the email he promised. He begins to say, repeatedly, “I shall put you through to Compliance” and I’m hoping I’m mishearing that because it really should be Complaints not Compliance – but he says it so often I know it’s the latter.
Of high comic value was the point when Richard suddenly said “OK I’ll leave it there I won’t call you again.” to which I replied “But I haven’t proven I don’t owe the debt. What if I’m a really good liar? Are you just going to let me off?” To which ensued a long bout of silence. I love people who think they’re clever and are rather limited upstairs. Hilarious. You see, in law in England, if a genuine debt is not paid to the legal owner then said owner has the power to blackmark your Experian credit score (and virtually always will). Yet Richard and Aidan were strangely nonchalant about my refusing to pay up or prove the debt had already been realised. Red flag, Sherlock.
I mean, you’re hardly The Wolf of Wall Street, are you, now, gentlemen? You could at least make a bit of an effort. I doubt Jordan Belfort is quaking in his boots at the prospect of you stealing his time-honoured (and well-earned) accolade.
And here’s the rub. To the burly bailiff-esque impeccably dressed, smiling brute who writes intimidating and knowingly illegal letters to the vulnerable demographic promising a visit in an “I know where you live” letter, who now realises I have him down for a man women will be frightened of and he’s doing it on purpose for money, I ask for his contact details that we might be able to keep in touch as I pursue this matter in the way I have described here to you. By now, Mr Tough Guy is desperately trying to head for the long grass and when he won’t exchange any contact details I say the words “If you disappear I’ll come for you” and guess what he says? No go on. It’s too good to be true. He says “That sounds like a threat Gary. I feel intimidated and I’m going to end the call.” Oh, it’s joyful. You clown.
Now, take it both ways – my ambiguous statement, that is.. If I mean “I am physically going to come and visit you” and he is intimidated by that – then surely he knows his same promises – coupled with people’s addresses sent to their homes are intimidating. How could he not? I never asked for his home address and wouldn’t dream of doing so. Yet Richard feels threatened and will end the call? Run to the hills more like. You’re not just a crook, mate. You’re a really inept crook.
Isn’t it always the way that the bullies are the biggest cowards?
But take my words in context and in the way I really meant them and that he damn well knows it’s the way I meant them. After all this intimidation, privacy invasion and wrongful accusation of bad debt, now the tables have turned. If you’re not professional enough to provide me with even an email and phone number, I will proactively seek them out using my research tools. He lied. Made an excuse and ran. Richard was never intimidated and felt threatened. For these are the tools of trade he dishes out for a living. He was making cheap excuses by mirroring his sins at his target. Tardy. Pathetic. Transparent.
The media aside, I’ll be sending this piece of investigative work to his peers while my colleagues trace the board Directors and CEO (probably all sock-puppets) of both Intrum and ResolveCall.
I would not expose him thus if this next day (right now as I type) I had received the promised email from Compliance or from Aidan. I gave serious consideration to publishing this article with his name and image redacted but why should I?
That sinking feeling
What irks me in retrospect is that at the outset of my call to avoid the bailiffs coming round, Aidan went through that standard sequence of ID checks to prove I am me. But I was gullible. Rather than have him state my private data (email, mobile number, DOB) so that I could confirm them, he simply asked for them and, presuming he had a checklist against which he could verify me, I gave them up freely. Maybe this is still part of the updated version of GDPR – yet I can’t now help feeling that he was never party to this data and had no right to ask for or collect it. But he has it now and is most likely selling it on to organisations equally as nefarious. I feel annoyed with myself for such spontaneous naivete yet my innocence is precisely what these people trade on, in the hope of exploiting us.
Orwellian Compliance
I suspect Resolvecall doesn’t even have a Compliance Team. I reached out to Chris Kays IRMCert CeMAP who is on LinkedIn as Head of Compliance at Intrum. Could this be to whom Richard Bell was referring? I have a friend who puts all her letters after her name too. Very impressive. Imagine if we all did that? It confers a glorious inflexion of personal insecurity yet I suspect such people think that we are all basking in the sun-flecked shadow of their manifold syntax endeavours.
I’m also speaking with Trading Standards and my legal team. My own team of researchers at Jilted Ink are on it.
You see, when we sue the DWP or a Primary Care Trust or The Army or the church or a Local Education Authority after a teacher, priest, nurse or Job Centre worker acts up – the trouble is that these entities are not human. They have no arms, legs and hearts. So how does Richard Bell get to intimidate me in my personal space – and I’d wager – countless lonely vulnerable women too and knowingly and with pride and for money – if I go to ResolveCall or Intrum I cannot make them accountable personally because they are not persons. It’s cheating. You’re turning up at my house. Yet you can hide behind your corporate or business entity to ensure you are personally never exposed to the type of horrible and potentially illegal bullying you happily dish out for a living.
I’d like Richard’s social circle and professional and quasi-professional colleagues – the ones who see his smart attire and big grin and presentation screen on LinkedIn – to also see Richard Bell acting in this manner when he thinks they are not looking. The people who meet him on a weekend at a cocktail party. He is the man I have laid out with documented evidence above, I’m afraid.
Cat got your tongue, Richard?
Everything I say and show here is fact-checked and true. Defamation (libel and slander)is defined as a false statement of fact that lowers the reputation of the subject causing direct pecuniary loss. I am untouchable because I am telling the truth and evidencing it as I go. Besides scaring lonely people in the manner outlined above while acting like a corporate hero on social media, why don’t you at least start acting truthfully? Go to jail. Do not pass go. You don’t got the monopoly on street smarts, buddy. Rather, I’d wager you were back of the queue.
And my message is to all of us. Me included. Let’s all try less to cheat, steal, bully and lie. Let’s own up when we do lie and bully, not run away like this child in the form of a businessman.
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If you’ve been contacted by ResolveCall or Intrum for debts that you either think you may or may not owe – and their correspondence contains promises of personal imminent calls to your safe space – get in touch with me at the Jilted Ink detective agency.
Dealt with Richard Bell? Reach out to me.
I am talking to the press news desks and other outlets about Richard Bell and his employers and related business associates. The story starts here.
The idea that people like this visit my sister or my mother and they succeed in robbing them is one thing. That they succeed in scaring them in this manner is, for me, much much worse. Put it this way, I live on one of the biggest and most notorious sink estates in England. Being from Paisley, allegedly, Mr Bell, think of Easterhouse, Drumchapel or Castlemilk but more formatted like the old Red Road estate in a bundle of super large and socially aggregated high-rise blocks. A natural no-go zone after dark. My block is a former halfway house for gentlemen who served healthy terms at His Majesty’s pleasure in the local prison – for you to pay me a personal call after dark would be strange ways indeed and might backfire, let’s say – so you did right to run away from me. The idea you are free to contact my old mum in a more respectable part of the country is eery and disturbing and upsetting.
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Forget the corporations. Go for the humans. Just like they go for you. Civil law entitles you to do so. Some aspects of Criminal Law help us too. For instance, this activity of Richard’s may combine trespass (a civil or tort offence) with theft (a crime) and those two in conjunction constitute both burglary (a crime) and robbery (a crime). Fraud and Misrepresentation are also moot. We needn’t sink to their level to beat them at their game. Stay on the higher ground, be firm and organised and hold your resolve. Do not break the law. Accept the consequences of your actions. If you consider you might be a victim of good old-fashioned harassment – the quaint Peaky Blinders real-world version of digital cat-fishing, phishing and smartphone fraud, and if you’re worried or unsure about how to proceed or don’t like speaking with officers of institutional authorities, reach out for quality help. You can always contact me. I’ll always help you for free if I have time and I feel that I am able.
The above has been my own experience.
I am Gary Knapton-Forde
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