Those poor investors. It's taken me a long time to come to sympathy for them, but they really have had the rawest of deals, and sure, they went into it trying to beat the odds, and if you gamble you have to cop the loss when it comes, but this is excruciating , in any one's view.
There they all sit, on the investors money, great address, that fabulous harbour view for Anthony and the dogs, and the 'young child.. '... the convenience of the Edgecliff apartment for the oldies and the bro. A short ferry into Circular Quay, ... all the silliness of Double Bay to strut around in, off to Watson's Bay for an aperitif... the glossy harbour a backdrop to these unearned and undeserved pleasures.
While the investors struggle with the ATO, the Council, the Bank, the local solicitor, the barrister, the time off work to attend court, interviews, interrogations....
Anthony, a sad case. Dragged, not unwillingly, out of Campbelltown, propped up on Dover Heights, only had to be a willing handbag, no impediment to his musical aspirations... all ripped away from underneath them.
And for the investors.. once it's all sold, all totted up, and everyone with a legal claim, the nice young men of the ATO , ( and lawyers come off the cream at the top ) all the debts, all the little argumentative assertions.. everyone of those investors will be lucky to get back 4 cents in the dollar. Really lucky.
