A few years ago I had to get a strappers licence. For those of you who do n’t know what a strapper is, I’ll explain. Strappers are the people who do the grunt work of looking after racehorses. They’re the people you see leading the horse around at the races. Not very glamorous, not well paid and I was only doing it to help out a family member.
So what’s that got to do with a prince and millions. Well doesn’t it seem a bit weird that I had to cough up for a police check to pick up horse shit, but New Zealander, Joel Barlow, claiming to be a South Pacific prince can waltz into Queensland Health and embezzle $16 million dollars? Where was his required police clearance. He had a criminal record but no one bothered to check, relying solely on the pseudo prince’s say so.
Actually the whole thing is comical, something like you’d see in an overacted movie of the week. Fake prince cons the big wigs of Brisbane society, spends money left right and centre, signs his name HRH, steals some money, gets investigated, is cleared of wrong doing, steals lots more money, has a big party and invite bosses, buys a kick arse unit, is discovered, disappears, gets caught after sneaking back into kick arse unit because someone forgot to change the locks, is found snoring (so unprincely) after a suspected drug overdose, faces charges.
Nah that wouldn’t float as a movie of the week. Too far fetched.
Anyway seems that our racehorses are better policed than the Queensland Health coffers. Image
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