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Connect Systems

I had been thinking of starting a business in about 1980, unspecified, but with the name Connect Systems, had opened a bank account, and had deposited in it the £1,000 from the connector box I had made for Boving.  Connect came from Only Connect, which I thought was to do with usefully connecting thoughts.

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Money Manager appeared to be a saleable product.  There were a couple of mags dedicated to home computers, and I thought I could advertise the program in there, and £14.95 seemed right at the time.  A half-page advert was about £300.  The money in the Connect Systems account was intentionally there to be risked, so I thought “Let’s go for it!”  In the first month I sold about 15, next month 30, and so on.


Eventually I realised that the business was bringing in as much as my Boving salary, and looked likely to increase.  Though I had never imagined myself as a salesman or businessman, it seemed to me that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it was this or decide to stay in a regular job as an engineer for good.  And the Boving job was starting to annoy me.  So I gave them my notice, 1 month according to the terms of employment.  They were horrified, and complained about the short notice – they wanted 6 or 12 months!  And they promised increased salary if I stayed.  I said no, I had other plans, to be put into effect immediately.  So, in the end, they agreed to keep me on for 2 years (they wanted it), at the same salary as I had been getting full time before, but with only 2 days of work!  Hmm, let that be a lesson to everyone, I thought. 
 

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Diana Mason, Gavin, Julie, George, Paul Burke

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I had a good relationship with Duncan McDougall, Boving’s computer supplier.  He mainly sold printer cartridges for HP laser printers (they cost £20,000 in those days), and was moving in to a new office in Isleworth.  After I had started independently, we agreed that he and I should merge our businesses, on an equal basis, starting with me moving in to the Isleworth office.  I moved all my stuff there, full of optimism.  But he had a nice big corner office, and I was to be in an internal open-plan bit.  And then the next morning he had moved round the desk etc. that I had arranged the day before.  I got the feeling of looming disaster, and within the week I was out, and we never spoke again.

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