A Letter for the Courts

27 August 2008

For your solicitor

Today I spoke with Sergeant John King at Launceston Police Station about Andrew Tchappat’s work as a civilian under-cover operative. He advised me that the Tasmanian police use no undercover civilians at all and never have.

Andrew claimed he was receiving cash payments from the Commander for the undercover work.

Andrew claimed to have had police training in the use of hand-guns and had to attend certification shoots.

Andrew claims to have been involved in the surveillance of a supposed known criminal, at Ravenswood on drug dealing and was involved in subsequent arrest.

Andrew claims to have accompanied a prisoner on a flight to Melbourne and another being transferred by road from Launceston Remand Centre to Risdon Prison, stating to us that it was David Henty.

Andrew claimed to us that he was on under-cover surveillance work on poppy crops at Tasmanian Alkaloids.

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None of the above claims by Andrew are true! They were just excuses to be away from home and his family! Two years ago my wife and I were shown bruising by Susan on her upper left arm, with marks indicating extreme force being exerted by someone’s fingers. Susan stated that it was done by Andrew in anger when she confronted him with telling lies. Andrew admitted to us that he has on occasions taken cocaine, ecstasy and marijuana, and when combined with the excessive amounts of alcohol he drinks, his whole demeanour changes to that of a very aggressive, paranoid, deluded and out of control person. Whilst under the influence of these substances he uses unacceptable language and his behaviour is inappropriate in front of his young children. Andrew regularly drinks excessive amounts of alcohol and has been seen to flout the law by then driving whilst under the influence of alcohol. Andrew claims to be studying Law but no evidence has been found to support this claim. Andrew repeatedly spoke to us regarding personal matters relating to his family, most of which, unfortunately we cannot substantiate. There was one story however, in which he had claimed his mother was a Queen’s Counsel, working with both Launceston and Sydney courts. This story was repeatedly told to us until, when questioned further by Susan at a later date, he admitted that he had told lies to cover up his embarrassment over his perception that his mother lacked intelligence. As a result of these issues, we feel that it would be counter productive for Andrew to be solely in charge of his children, as their ongoing welfare is of concern to us. Ian & Anne Kershaw Maternal Grandparents


Kate’s Story

My name is Kate and I’m the first girl Andrew got with 19 years ago. I first met Andrew when he was working for his fathers company. We hitted off really well and I thought he was a lovely guy. He asked me out but I wasn’t really that keen on going out with him but anyway we ended up going out. We had started a relationship that got very serious quiet quick. One night he ended up on my doorstep and said he had left the church and his family had kicked him out and he had nowhere to go. Andrew moved in with me and also left his fathers company. Andrew was very warming and got along so well with my family and classed them as his own family and they treated him like a son. After being together for a couple of years we them got engaged and we decided to take my parents to Melbourne for a few days. Before we had planned our trip we had both decided to try for a baby. I was very young but everything was going so great between us and we had our whole future planned. So anyway while we were in Melbourne we conceived our son. I was only 5wks pregnant when I started to become very sick with the pregnancy and had to be put into hospital a few times. At this point Andrew was working as a security guard at the gorge in town and at nights at pubs.


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I trusted Andrew but was always a little nervous as he told me before we got together he was with a gorgeous top model called Sara. He told me how totally gorgeous she was and that he loved her so much which always made me feel not good enough. So long nights started to happen and Andrew would work very late and come home and jump straight in the shower. A good friend of ours had told me he had been fooling around with some ladies after work at the pubs, being very heavily pregnant and still sick I didn’t have the energy to even think or believe this. Andrew would go and get me and my family takeaways and sometimes be gone for hours and telling us oh the shop was shut I had to wait for it to be open. He would also come home from working at the gorge with love bites on his neck but tell me an insect bit him!! He also got stung by a bee and had a reaction so was taken to hospital and told the nurses his chest was shaved because he was a private investigator and had to wear a wire!! He also pulled over a kid on his bike and told the kid he was a cop. Andrew was always very obsessed with my grandfather as he was a retired cop. Ok so I went into labour and was taken to hospital and was in labour for 19 hours, Andrew slept on the couch at the hospital most of that time while my mum helped me give birth. Our son was finally born and I was ready to come home but Andrew kept making up excuses on why I couldn’t come home yet. So a few weeks went by and mum and I was in town pushing my son along in the pram and this very abrupt woman stopped me in the mall demanding her key back to her place. As shocked as I was hearing this lady bellow at me saying Andrew had been seeing her for quiet a period of time and had a key to her place. So then others started to come out and his so called friends pulled the pin on him and told me about all the women he had been with. I at this point was not dealing well with any of it and also having a new born baby was all too much. He told this lady I was in hospital on suicide watch so he couldn’t leave me but in fact I was giving birth to our son. So I then got a call from his mum telling me even more truths and that Andrew had never had a girlfriend I was his first which explains a hell of a lot now. I finally left him but always told him he could see his son whenever he wanted but unfortunately Andrew wanted nothing to do with our son. Few years later he met Susan and was still in contact with me not to find out how his son was but just to see if I would jump into bed with him. Susan and Andrew were getting married and the night before they got married he ended up on my doorstep asking if he could have sex with me. I slammed the door at him and told him to piss off. 18 years on Andrew still has nothing to do with our son but to this very day still messages me wanting dirty weekends away and telling more and more lies to me and sending me naked pics of himself. My son has grown into a very lovely young man and to this day doesn’t know his father. I’m sure I’ve missed so much out on my story but this is just a peek at my story with him.


Miriam’s Story

Here is a statement from a girl Andy dated after Susan had left him.  Makes for interesting reading.  Especially the fact that even back in 2007/2008 he was already claiming to be a lawyer.




Andrew Tchappat rang me one day out of the blue. He said he had found my number on facebook and hoped I didn’t mind him calling. He said that he had seen that I had cancer, and was wondering if I was ok. I couldn’t remember him, but he told me that we had been friends many many years ago. My memory is pretty bad, so I accepted this. He said that I had known his ex-wife Susan through a friend when he worked at Vision Internet as that’s where she worked. I vaguely remembered a Susan working there.

He told me that he had cancer before in his leg somewhere, but it had been removed and he was fine now, and I would be fine too.

He also said that he lived in Sydney and was a lawyer for Channel 7 and/or Channel 9. He mentioned a lot of names of people that I knew as my husband worked for both Channel 7 and 9. He said that he traveled a lot and that he was moving back to Tasmania (I think – he was vague on this one…).

The phone calls kept increasing and he continued to tell me how wonderful his life was – he had a great career and earned in the vicinity of $200,000 a year. He told me that he drove a black BMW and that he owned 7 houses/units in Tasmania. He was vague on this too, as once he told me that he had just bought another house a few months ago, then obviously forgot he told me as he was unsure when I mentioned it at a later date.

He told me that he traveled a lot for work and that he was in charge of New Zealand, Tasmania, and Western Australia.

He mentioned that he owned 2 motorbikes (one being a Suzuki GSR and the other was a Ducati 996) and a jetski…and that he had traveled from Bellerive (I think) to the other side of the river on a JETSKI!


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He also said that he had worked as an undercover agent for the police force while he was with Susan. That what he had seen had scarred him quite badly, and he knew that putting Susan through all that was very hard on her. He said that she just couldn’t handle his job, She was the one who said yes, do it, we need the money, but once he was away all the time, she told him she wanted him to stop, but he couldn’t as he had already signed the contract. He said he could understand that his being away from her and the boys for work so much would drive her away. He said that he still had a great relationship with Susan and would go and hang out with her and her new boyfriend all the time. I was, at this point in the process of divorcing my husband. Andy was very supportive through this, and said all the wonderful things that I needed to hear. He began talking with my 11 year old son on the phone and saying how he had already bought him a slot car set for when he came to visit. He even spoke with my daugher on the phone and said how he wished he was her father. I thought this very strange and I felt a little uncomfortable, but I let it go and just figured he must really have meant everything that he had said. He told me that he had been in love with me for about 10 years, even before he married Susan. He said that the only reason he didn’t approach me was because I always had a boyfriend. He said that Susan was aware of his feelings for me, and when he mentioned to her that he was talking to me on the phone, that Susan had encouraged him to pursue me. My divorce was meant to be final at the end of January, but I decided to give it a go with my husband, and Andy was devastated and crying when I told him the news. We had not committed to anything at this point, and I had never said I had feelings for him. He was saying that he loved me on the phone, but I would never say it back. He would call me all the time asking if I was ok and promising me the world. He would always mention the heaps of travel he had to do for his job. Once he said he had to go to WA for work, and he rang me while he was there, saying that he had graduated from some program for lawyers and he was one of only two in Australia or something and that overnight he has received a $40,000 pay increase, and was at a dinner about to give his acceptance speech. He also made constant mention of many women all wanting him, and he would always tell me that he would say to them ‘there is only one woman who has my heart’. Etc etc. He also asked me if I liked It Takes Two and told me that he had tickets for us to go and be in the audience due to his connections at Channel 7. He told me that he had recently been to Ecuador (where I grew up) on work with Channel 7 and loved it and wanted to go back. He said that he had already paid for a trip for himself and me to go to Ecuador in July 2008, but that he had postponed it when I decided to work things out with my husband. He told my son that this trip was happening and that we would see him when we were there (my son would have been there already visiting his father). He said that the tickets had to be used up by January 2009 and that they would be there waiting for me, even if I just wanted to be friends. He kept saying that he didn’t mind if nothing happened between us, so long as we could remain good friends. I had decided to come home to Tasmania for Easter (thing with my husband had not improved, and I was deciding if I wanted to move back to Tasmania or not, I had already told my husband that I was). Andy told me that he would book and pay for my flights and that I could use his car while I was there. I just needed to fly into Hobart instead of Launceston I mentioned this to my husband, and he said that he would rather pay for the flights. So I cancelled the ones I had booked that Andy said he would reimburse me for, and I rebooked flights into Launceston so I wouldn’t be picked up by Andy. I ended up meeting Andy for lunch one afternoon while we were there, with my kids, and he seemed great with the kids. We had lunch and talked and got along great. I organized babysitters and we went out on the Saturday night and had a great time. He paid for everything and led me to believe that he was very rich…not just that, but caring and wonderful. Andrew kept insisting that I move back to Tasmania and that he would help me relocate. Even if it was as friends, but by this time he was declaring that he would be 100% faithful and that he would commit himself to me totally. That I was worth the wait and that he loved me with all his heart. He was calling me princess and his ‘rock’. He said if I came back that he would help by paying $100 towards my rent until I found a job and that he would give me a visa card that was linked to his bank account; He even told me that he wanted me to be in charge of his finances! I didn’t want to get into a relationship so soon after leaving my husband, so I was taking things a bit slower. But then things just seemed so great, it was like we were a couple. I returned to Adelaide to collect my things and drive back to Tasmania. During this time, my husband took off with our daughter and didn’t return her. I was told to return to Tasmania and file in the courts to get her back. Andrew, this whole time, was telling me that he was a lawyer and would help me get her back. HE WAS GIVING ME LEGAL ADVICE!!! He was also teaming up with my friend (another lawyer) to get my child back. They would call each other constantly, saying it was all to help me. But I very rarely heard from the friend. In the end, I got the child back, and came back to Tasmania. It was suggested that I come down to Hobart with Andy for 6 or so weeks with my child to recover from what was going on. On one occasion when we were in Launceston, Andy had organized a test drive for a BMW X5, saying that if I liked it he would buy it for us so all our kids would fit. He even took it out to my parents and let my dad drive it! He said that he had owned 4 BMW’s already and that they knew him at the dealership and loved him because he always bought their cars. Andy said that it was important for us to tell everyone that we were just friends until our divorces went through, even though he was talking about marriage and buying a house and a 7 seater to fit all the kids in. I stayed at his house for 7 weeks. This was an interesting time. He was away a lot for ‘work’ – weekends, and late nights (assessing claims or out of hours court hearings) , and I didn’t see him much at all. He told me he traveled to New Zealand once or twice a month, and to every state that he managed every month, so it was a lot of time away. This was when he mentioned working for Wesfarmers Insurance as their solicitor and also sales manager. He then told me that there was a new solicitor starting that he had to train up to take over some of his work load. He even went to Sydney to interview these guys. One interview took place in a hotel at the Melbourne airport at 10pm as he had to fly to Canberra the next morning to be admitted to the court or something. At one point he was away heaps even after this new solicitor had started, and when I questioned him, he told me that he had slipped on the steps at work and hurt his back and was out of action for a while. This was when Andy told me he had to go to New Zealand to fire an employee. I dropped him off at the airport and picked him up again. He didn’t call me while he was away saying that he was very busy. He would have his 3 boys every 2nd weekend and every 2nd Thursday night. But on many of these times he had to change the dates or just couldn’t have them due to ‘work commitments’. When the boys were there, they were always interesting times as he didn’t seem to cope very well with them being there. Every night they were there were there, they were made to be in the bath by 6.30 and in bed not making a sound by 7.00 as that was when Big Brother was on. This was on Friday and Saturday nights too. Saturday mornings often I would get up and quieten the kids down so they didn’t disturb him. If he was up with them, he would put the TV on quiet and lie down and sleep on the couch and tell them to be quiet. I commented on this to him plenty of times. I said to him that I never saw him interacting with the kids…when I first came down to Hobart, we took the kids on a picnic, but that was only once. He would always say that he couldn’t wait til we had a 7 seater so I could take the kids and let him sleep. He would sleep on the couch all through the days the boys were there and jokingly say he needed a ‘nana-nap’. He always told his son he had a headache and asked him to massage his head. This was usually followed by taking some pills. (not sure, but think they were panadol or panadein) On one occasion, my son had come down from Launceston and Andy had promised to take all the boys fishing. We were eating breakfast. Andy had a phone call, and within half an hour, the boys were dressed and heading to Burnie overnight with their dad to visit a friend from the Brethren who was having a nervous breakdown due to his kids being still in the Brethren. When I first arrived I was buying all the groceries and cooking meals for everyone – us and the kids. I was always cleaning up after the boys too. Andy would say ‘don’t, I will do it later’ but I couldn’t stand the mess so would clean up. After a while I realized that I probably wouldn’t be getting that visa card, or any help with food. When I questioned him, he said that Grant Tucker said it was a bad idea to give me a visa card while he was still married to Susan. I stopped buying nice food and Andy started buying the groceries…we would often run out of stuff. The boys ate a lot of unhealthy food when I was there, and we would often argue about it as I didn’t like my daughter eating it. He would often be taking pills for his headaches and he would drink lots and lots of alcohol. Sometimes taking his pills WITH alcohol. Every night he would drink and it was always in excess of 4 glasses and on many occasions even more than 1 bottle – sometimes an entire bottle of whisky. When I came down for the 2 weeks that I didn’t have my daughter (when he was helping me to get her back) we would drink every night. I don’t usually do this, but he would come back with boxes of alcohol from the bottle shop. Whisky, beer and girly drinks for me. At first I though it was ok – I didn’t have to work or anything, so I kind of unwound a bit. But when it continued, even after I had my daughter back – I told him that he was drinking too much and it needed to stop. He would get angry and say that he needed it to unwind from his stressful job. He would also give the boys beer to drink at dinner time when they would ask for some of what he was drinking. He would put his youngest son’s in his sippy cup and the other two either had it in their glass or would swig from the bottle when there was a little bit left. He would also mention drug taking a lot. He asked me what I would do if he had friends around who took drugs. I said I would be very uncomfortable with this, especially if there were kids in the house. He said it wouldn’t matter if the kids were asleep, and that they wouldn’t know as he wouldn’t take them, just his friends. I made it quite clear that I would not tolerate drug taking. He asked me on another occasion what I would do if I was at a party where everyone was taking drugs. I said that it was none of my business, but if he ever took drugs that I would dump him then and there. Again he got angry with me and said that I could not tell him what to do and if I told him not to do something that he would do it. He went up to Sydney on one occasion to be with his cousin and they went to some horse races or something. He told me that he had put $100 on a horse and won a few thousand dollars, he then told me that later that day he had put money on another horse and won us a deposit on a house – of $23,000. He sms’d me a blurry photo of the winning ticket, but I never heard about that money again. He said that everyone he was with was taking drugs, and that he went into the bathroom to do it, but decided that he was having enough fun with just alcohol and that he didn’t take them and was I proud of him. I said that I wasn’t as he should never have been in that situation in the first place. He also sat me down at the very start and told me that he had a 2 year old daughter to a girl named xxxx. That when he had been separated from Susan, he was so upset that he had gone out drinking, been drunk and had sex with xxxx which resulted in the child. He said that he had tried after this to reconcile with Susan, but Susan never could forgive him and that was why it ended. He would always stress the point that they had been separated, so Susan had no right to be angry with him about it. Also that Susan had been having an affair with someone else (not sure if this was during their relationship, toward the end, or just after they had broken up), and that he had caught her in bed with a female friend of hers. Once I was down in Hobart, he told me that when he first left the Brethren, that he had lived with a girl and that when he left her she had been pregnant. He said that he had a son who was bout 11 and that he had never seen him. He said he didn’t pay child support and that the mother was raising him and he had no desire to meet him or know what he was like. When I first came back in April, he bought me a $500 bracelet and gave me $500 to go and buy expensive jeans and clothes. He also took me shopping for normal clothes like tops and jackets etc. He had been putting petrol in my car for me every week, sometimes twice a week if I had been to Launceston, since April, right up until the 20th of August 2008. He said that he got a special discount price from work, that he put it on an account and paid it off on visa at the end of the month. He told me that last month he had used over a thousand dollars in fuel and I had used $550.


The Blog that Started it all…

So… this is what started it all.  For the Original Link, click here…  We posted it on facebook and low and behold, it all came out…. If you have a story about Andrew David Tchappat, please tell us your Story

Real Name: Andrew “Andy” David Tchappat.
Names Used: Andy Champeret, Andy Champerret, Andy David, probably other Italian or French sounding surnames.
Phone: I won’t publish – contact me for details.
Profession: Claims he is a commercial solicitor for Channel 7, working on TV shows such as Sunday Night, Home & Away, Sunrise. Is actually a Regional Manager for Gerard Lighting Group.
Age: 39; sometimes claims younger (eg 36).

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Significant Details: – Spider tattoo on shoulder; – Claims he is after a normal massage and is surprised about extras on offer; – Quickly turns things personal asking for real name, info about personal life etc; – Intense communication followed by distance; – Grew up in then escaped from the Exclusive Brethren in Launceston in late teens; – Claims he owns a brothel in Sydney, name given of Bella Mia at 25 Kellett St Potts Point/Kings Cross, and/or a hairdressing salon; – Served on Rural Alive and Well (RAW) Board in Tasmania for several years; – Parents Italian and French; three kids; – Claims he lives in Double Bay in Sydney but likely resides in Hobart around Tranmere. One of the hardest things about being a sex worker, and one of the reasons it is so important that the industry is recognised for its legitimacy, is the difficulty sex workers face in holding people accountable when they behave badly. This doesn’t just relate to physical assault, but when someone takes advantage emotionally or financially. There is not just the fear of exposure, but concerns that the stigma surrounding our work will pre-colour our reputation and we won’t be believed, especially if the person who has taken advantage is an otherwise upstanding person. This makes us easy targets for those who like to prey on vulnerability. This problem is further amplified by the fact that we meet people in isolation. The person who walks in the door could be anyone. If something goes wrong we may not even be able to identify them. And if, as sometimes happens, the relationship shifts to the real world, we start off on the back foot: we have no connection to their real lives such as friends, family or work colleagues. It’s a bit difficult to ask someone for name, address and Medicare number before even having a drink with them. There is an “Ugly Mugs” program that logs and shares information about problem clients amongst the industry. However it is limited by several factors. The biggest is the depth of information about the mug, for the reasons outlined above. It is very hard to identify someone from appearance, attitude and maybe a phone number. There is also dissemination. Even the most tenacious sex worker will struggle to gain access to all the Ugly Mugs Australia-wide, which is particularly problematic because many clients specifically see sex workers when they’re travelling. A known Ugly Mug from Sydney might be completely unknown in Adelaide. Moreover, the Ugly Mug program is dependent on workers making the report, which may not happen due to fear, embarrassment or, when the issue is emotional or financial, not feeling it is significant enough to warrant one. The importance of the Ugly Mug program cannot be understated. Because sex work is still largely closeted, sex workers often only have themselves and each other on which to rely when problems arise. So this is a story about an emotionally Ugly Mug, in the hope that it will help prevent other sex workers (and women in general) from being sucked into this web. A few weeks ago I had an erotic massage client in Hobart named Andy. He told me up front – literally almost as a spiel at the beginning of the booking – that he was from Double Bay in Sydney and worked as a commercial solicitor for Channel 7 on the television show Sunday Night. He also told me that he had been after a regular massage but couldn’t get a booking and a google search had turned up my advertisement and he’d thought, “what the hell”. During the course of the booking he mentioned that he owned a brothel in Kings Cross in Sydney. Much of this didn’t make sense to me. Commercial TV networks do not typically employ in-house lawyers for particular TV shows. The owner of a brothel would surely know what a massage advertised in the adult services section is about, and for that matter there would have been plenty of options for a normal therapeutic massage. However, a client can be whoever they want during the booking (within reason). Whether it’s a cover story or playing out a fantasy, part of my job is to go along with that. Andy and I seemed to get on extremely well. The conversation flowed freely and easily about a range of topics. So at the end of it when he asked me out I accepted and messaged him from my personal phone. Some sex workers are steadfastly averse to going out with clients. I am not one of them. I meet hundreds of men every year, and I believe that I am bound to genuinely click with a few of them. I also have a couple of close friends who have wonderful long-term partners who started out as clients. I figured that as we got to know each other I would get clarity on the elements of his story that didn’t make sense. Over the course of the afternoon and into the night, Andy’s communication was intense. There were dozens of messages, many of them extremely personal asking me about my life, relationship status and sexuality, and statements about how much he liked me and our meeting being “meant to be”. He said he would take me out on Sunday, then cancelled that strangely before rescheduling to lunch the following Thursday when he said he would be back in Hobart. After a lull of a couple of days, on Wednesday the intense communication resumed, with more personal questions and revealing comments. At lunch on the Thursday, Andy and I talked for four hours. He told me that he had grown up in the Exclusive Brethren, a strict religious sect, and escaped from that when he was in his late teens. He shared stories about his time and work at Channel 7. We also talked about his brothel and sex work generally. He told me it was called Bella Mia in Kings Cross, that he had purchased it a couple of years prior on a bit of a whim and discussed with me how different workers operated and the challenges he faced with its operation, particularly the linen. He also provided me with information about himself: that he had been married once for about 10 years (divorced for eight), that he had three kids, that his mother was Italian and his father French-Swiss, and that his surname was Champeret, which he even went out of his way to spell for me. That night the messages flew back and forth with both of us talking about how excited and happy we were and discussing our evening plans. In particular, Andy stated the importance of honesty: that he expected it from me and would give “100% back”. We met for breakfast the following morning and made dinner plans. Dinner was cancelled on account of him having to go back to Sydney early for work. After that communication dropped off substantially. I’d receive the odd message and only an occasional response to mine. Any time I queried when he might be back I’d get no response, and the day came and went for him to return with absolutely no communication whatsoever. Thinking, based on our prior communication, that it was pretty clear we were in the beginning stages of a relationship, I explained that this style of engagement wasn’t working for me and queried whether anything was wrong, to which I received assurances that it wasn’t, that he was just busy and that he’d let me know if he was no longer interested. When nothing improved I pushed a bit harder and he criticised me for placing too much pressure on things. I began to get suspicious so I googled him. Nothing appeared for an Andy Champeret, or an Andy David, which was the name used on his Facebook page. Channel 7 had no record of anyone by either name and nothing I could find about lawyers who did work for Channel 7 matched up with him. Assuming by this stage that he had given me a fake name and fake profession I did some digging using the Exclusive Brethren reference and a couple of others as a base and eventually discovered that his name is Andrew Tchappat and he works as a Regional Manager for Gerard Lighting Group, and is based in Tasmania. Before I discovered this I came across an ad he had placed in the Personal Services Casual Encounters section of Locanto, posing as a 36-year-old businessman looking for a “regular massage” in Bellerive in Hobart. This rang a bell with me because he had approached the original booking under the guise of being after a normal massage. In an effort to try to gather information that way, a friend had messaged him pretending to be another sex worker responding to his ad. After my breakthrough about his identity, Andy happened to respond. An intense period of communication, nearly identical to the ones he had had with me, ensued. He claimed he was just after a normal massage and the possibility of extras was a shock; pushed for real personal details within the initial conversation and asked to check me out on Facebook; talked about how much he was enjoying the communication and wanted to get to know the person; and revealed that he was a commercial solicitor working for Channel 7, this time on the TV shows Home and Away and Sunrise. As I wanted to confront Andy about his deception, I took the opportunity to arrange a coffee date for the Wednesday morning. I assumed I’d surprise him, there would be an argument and that perhaps I’d be able to scare him off doing this again. Instead he seemed almost pleased to see me and after initially trying to defend himself he placated me, explaining himself based on his childhood growing up in the Exclusive Brethren making him a mess. It crossed my mind that he seemed oddly detached. Then he asked for a second chance, if we could start over. I had no problem with him having a cover story in the booking, but I objected to him maintaining that once we met up personally, especially the degree to which he added depth to his story. I was also conscious of the fact that his story seemed to be more than just a cover story to protect his identity, rather into the realm of playing out a fantasy. And while I could understand his difficulty in figuring out how to explain himself, I was bothered by the fact that he went out of his way to talk about the importance of honesty, and had kept the charade going and me on a hook for weeks even when it was hurting me. However, after some thought and a discussion about what would need to happen from his end to rebuild things, particularly about honesty, I agreed. Almost immediately things started to fall apart. One of my requirements was that his communication improve, and I received assurances that the only reason for his absenteeism was the fact that he was lying; therefore, he said, he would always get back to me. This didn’t happen: casual messages were still sporadically answered, and any suggestions about us catching up received silence. The only difference this time was that when I questioned him I’d receive justifications, but that quickly started to get wearing, especially when they didn’t add up. Another of my requirements was that we have dinner, because I was suspicious about his specific lack of commitment to and communication during evenings, but no plans were made for this. Catching up was still a daytime event. The nagging feeling in my gut returned. In addition, I began to get annoyed with his attitude. If I raised or wanted to raise an issue I would first have to listen to him talk about some extremely difficult issue he was having in his life that was evidently much more important, then he would become defensive, and then the discussion would be turned around into problems he was having with the way things were between us. If I persisted, he’d deflect to another more pleasant topic, normally one he knew I couldn’t resist. Unwilling to tolerate this behaviour I found myself again having the blame placed at my feet, told that I was being unreasonable, not accommodating his needs and placing too much pressure on the situation. I turned myself inside out mentally and emotionally to try to work things out, but to no avail. Eventually I put my foot down, which was met with an angry response telling me to go away. Unable to escape my unease, I googled some more. During our confrontation, and in the time we spent afterward, Andy remained adamant that he owned a brothel named Bella Mia, and told me that the address was 25 Kellett St Potts Point. There is no such brothel in Sydney that I can find (or any variation thereof). 25 Kellett St doesn’t appear to exist; if it does it certainly isn’t a brothel. Kellett St (and the nearby area) has a number of establishments, it’s a well-known street for them, an easy place to reference. He also told me that it was the anniversary of his father’s death. His father was killed in a car accident that, according to The Examiner, occurred in December 2014 not August. Who knows what else he has lied about, and what he is hiding. There are so many inconsistencies in things he said. Two co-workers then confirmed for me that they’ve seen him several times for erotic massages. One had a near-identical story to mine – what he’d told her about himself; turning it personal very quickly and asking for her Facebook; dozens of intense messages; meeting for coffee. This was going on recently, at around the same time he was engaging with me. Throughout Andy’s and my time together he had enough stories and knowledge about the sex industry to make me think that he had some association with it. Given he doesn’t seem to own a brothel, my conclusion is that he must associate or have associated with a number of sex workers. My concern, based on the fact that he has taken the same approach with several sex workers and is so comfortable and brazen with his lies, is that he repeatedly and frequently plays this game. When I googled him if something like what I have written had appeared I would have saved myself a lot of trouble. So I am hopeful that in writing this I can perhaps put some people’s minds at ease and spare future targets. Alternatively, perhaps the Exclusive Brethren can just take him back. #shitpunters