I’m all for class action but I draw the line at kidnap and torture. Apart from my small but delightful fantasies of a blood-drenched former State Premier, I wouldn’t really stretch a scumbag on the rack with my own hands. There’s a limit after all.
Not so for five furious pensioners in Bavaria.
Financial advisor, James Amburn enjoys his morning coffee and doughnut, or at least he did until he was ambushed as he left the cafe by a band of old age pensioners who had lost all their savings in a dubious investment.
Amburn was bound, gagged and thrown in the boot of a car, driven to an old schloss in the countryside and dumped in a cellar.
I was jumped from the rear and struck. Then they bound me like a mummy with masking tape. It took them quite a while because they ran out of breath.
In four days, the pensioners fed him just two bowls of soup, burned him with cigarettes, hit him with a Zimmer frame and threatened to kill him.
Amburn was eventually rescued after convincing his captors to let him fax a Swiss bank in an attempt to get their money. He left a note for police at the bottom of the fax.