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'I'm no angel.' Bernie Ecclestone
Born into poverty, Bernie Ecclestone has made himself a billionaire by developing the world's second most popular sport - Formula One racing. Private, mysterious and some say sinister, the eighty-year-old criss-crosses the globe in his private jet, mixing with celebrities, statesmen and sporting heroes. His success is not just in creating a multibillion-pound global business but in resisting repeated attempts to snatch the glittering prize from his control.
Ecclestone has never before revealed how he graduated from selling second-hand cars in London's notorious Warren Street to become the major player he is today. He has finally decided to reveal his secrets: the deals, the marriages, the disasters and the successes in Formula One racing, in Downing Street, in casinos, on yachts and in the air.
Surprisingly, he has granted access to his inner circle to Tom Bower, described by Ecclestone as 'The Undertaker' - the man who buries reputations - and has given him access to all his friends and enemies. All have been told by Ecclestone, 'Tell him the truth, good or bad.'
No Angel is a classic rags-to-riches story, the unique portrayal of a unique man and an intriguing insight into Formula One racing, business and the human spirit. Tom Bower is the author of nineteen books, including biographies of Robert Maxwell, Mohamed Fayed, Gordon Brown, Richard Branson, Conrad Black and more recently, Simon Cowell.
AMAZON synopsis of Tom Bower's book
Ever since my exposure to the Formula One racing scene, during my time as
a consultant to Acorn Computers • when they had their own aspirations of
active participation in the sport • I have been abhorred by the conniving and
persistence, of those wishing to associate themselves with the celebratory
status quo reality of [BE]ing involved. [IT] was during my involvement with
the design and development of a specialised piece of 'on-demand-colour'
equipment, that Computer Integrated Solutions and I were approached
by John Bloom on behalf of Bernie Ecclestone, with a proposal for utilising
the system for Formula One. I was well aware of Bloom's involvement in the
so called "washing machine shenanigans" and the fact that he had been living
in Mallorca since 1979 and so it was that I flew there for a meeting in Palma,
to discuss the potential supply of two systems, which were being built as
Specialist Digital Servers, one to be funded by Digital themselves and my own
company and the other to be supplied at cost. Further to a demonstration
of the system, such that FIA passes were made up for specific TIMES and
DATES, which "Couldn't be identified as anything else other than originals",
an order was processed for two machines, one free-gratis and the other to be
paid for at cost. Unfortunately despite the fact that Ecclestone was able to utilise
this equipment to "[RE]dress" racing cars on a daily basis in the first instance
and thence on a twice daily basis, to double and then quadruple the
advertising/sponsor-revenue, Ecclestone never paid the £10,000 invoice due,
despite the fact that we had people following the equipment around the world,
with the view to repossession, until we finally had a tip-off, that it had arrived in
Britain and was being used in the north of England. The authorities were
informed and my soul mate and I went with a bailiff to recover the equipment,
to be advised that Ecclestone's team had already set forth with the equipment to
an unknown place. Such was the manner in which Bernie Ecclestone aided and
of others, as has been referenced on many occasions other than those which
Tom Bower has put into print in his book. Since that time John Bloom has been
variously involved as a consultant for multi-national companies, primarily in
merchandising and corporate sponsorship and has in[DEED] been acknowledged
by Tom Bower, as having arranged the first meeting between Bower and
Ecclestone in late 2009.
... and anyway what goes around comes around, as they say, and
from my own perspective I am glad that no one thinks me ripe for
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