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The Business of Life Chapter 29 – and then three come along at once

The New Year of 1997 brought surprises that, for once, were something to celebrate.  Shortly after the world started work once more after the long Christmas break, I had one of my regular review meetings with Phil at KPMG’s offices in Leeds.  “We’ve had a positive response from the last batch of letters I sent out,” Phil informed me, “Metal Spinners up in Newcastle are prepared to meet you.  However, when I spoke with them they told me how much they wanted for the business and it’s more than a bit rich.”  I remembered the business well from the last batch we had discussed and when Phil let on the amount they wanted, I groaned inwardly.The business of life chapter 29

There are many ways of valuing a business but one of the simplest is that of a multiple of sustainable earnings.  Somewhere between 6 and 7 times profit before interest, tax, depreciation and amortisation would be a reasonable average for a privately owned manufacturing or engineering business at the time.  The problem was that the figure they had quoted Phil was way above that.  “Sod it,” I responded, “We haven’t had a nibble for a while and the pipeline is a bit depleted, I’ll go and see them.”  We fixed a date for a week or so later and Phil volunteered the services of Crevan, one of his managers, to accompany me.  Perhaps there was some reason not evident in the published accounts as to why they had such an apparently inflated view of the value of their business.  Time would tell.

Back in my office the phone rang a short time later and I had Mark T from 3i on the line.  “We’ve just concluded a management buy out (MBO) of an engineering business in Sheffield and we need a Chairman on the board.  No guarantees that they’ll pick you as we have provided them with the names of a few suitable candidates, but are you interested in having a talk with them?”  A few days later saw me seeking out the address on a small industrial estate on the south side of Sheffield.  The business was housed in old premises and specialised in the production of small batches of bespoke tungsten carbide components and was very profitable.  The business had been bought out by its management (the engineering director and finance director) who now shared the role of MD.  I was given a tour of the facilities and we then discussed the business plan they had used to support their bid.  The meeting seemed to go well and they said they’d let me know when the other candidates had been seen.

The next week Crevan and I made the journey up to Newcastle and met with Clifford the MD and Mike the finance director of Metal Spinners (Newcastle).  The business had been founded in 1953 by Clifford’s father and proved to be spread across numerous sites in Newcastle, Washington, Manchester and Birmingham.  The premises that we saw that first visit were old (like so many UK engineering firms I had seen over the last year or so) but there was something about them that gave off good vibes to me.  I liked the fact that their main process (metal spinning) was very much a niche one and that they had both a major blue chip industrial company as their main customer plus over a thousand others.  The incredibly welcome news was that the business was in fact a group of eight separate companies that were non-consolidated.  The combined turnover and profitability of the group was far higher than I had realised (having only seen one company’s accounts) and put the asking price right back in the realms of the feasible.

The other great news was that the business was not on the market and wouldn’t be if we could deliver a deal on their asking price.  Crevan and I came away with a complete set of books for the total company and pages of notes that we had made during our discussions.  Driving back to Yorkshire we summed up the opportunity; the shareholders seemed willing (although there was an absent shareholder and a family trust), the business was in a highly specialised niche, it was profitable, it had very limited exports and seemed to offer once more the opportunity to acquire smaller competitors and consolidate onto a smaller number of sites.  This was the best opportunity I had seen in a year and a half and it was exactly the type of company I had set out to buy.  Crevan and I agreed a split of the workload needed to assess the business and I headed back to my office to telephone Mark with a briefing on the day’s events.

The following day I received a call from one of the joint MDs in Sheffield.  They had completed their interviewing and wanted to appoint me as chairman if we could agree terms.  A few days later I formally became the non-executive chairman of Hallamshire Hardmetal Products with a requirement to chair monthly board meetings and be on hand to guide strategy, oversee the delivery of the business plan and provide whatever assistance they might require.  The company was run on a relaxed basis but I was pleased that their accounting systems were rigorous and Trevor H and Trevor S (the joint MDs) were easy enough to work with but had an all consuming passion in keeping things simple.  There isn’t a great story to tell but over the next ten years or so we formed a great working relationship, evaluated several businesses, bought a smaller competitor and then staged a further buy out from 3i.  The business never failed to make profits in all these years and was finally sold to a buy-in candidate in 2008.  Sadly, Trevor H never lived to realise the fruits of his labours, dying a short time prior to the sale.

Meanwhile, I was still in the midst of evaluating the Metal Spinners business when Mark T came on the phone once more.  “We have a buy-in deal we’re trying to complete but have a problem with their choice of chairman and are not sure about the business.  Would you like to have a look at the business for us and let us know your views?  If it looks good, we’d like you as investing chairman to lead the team.” There’s a long and tumultuous tale to tell here but suffice for the moment to record that I did approve and complete the deal and became investing chairman of Rothmere Ltd in the first half of 1997.

Over this hectic period I was burning the midnight oil with Mark and KPMG to pull together a heads of agreement with the owners of Metal Spinners.  Earlier that year we had managed to get Clifford and Mike down into the 3i offices in Leeds to thrash out an outline deal.  The sum that they had put on the table had transpired to still be far too expensive once Mark and I had put together a full 5 year projection.  I had discovered Clifford to be volatile and I was concerned as to how the meeting would go.  After an hour or so we had reached what seemed to be a significant hurdle and were well over seven figures apart.  We were also surprised to learn that they had appointed neither lawyers nor accountants to advise them; proving to be both advantageous in the short term and a near disaster later on.  Paul called a breakout and very quickly came up with a plan.

That morning we had received the first set of up to date management accounts and learnt that the business was rapidly building a substantial pile of surplus cash.  Going back into the meeting Paul spelt out (in the absence of any advice of their own) the net proceeds they were likely to walk away with after tax if we delivered the price they were asking.  This wasn’t enough to keep Clifford and Mike happy.  He then asked them what they thought they would be happy receiving after tax.  Having established this figure, Paul then laid out a formula whereby they took a combination of pre-sale dividend of the cash they had build up and took a substantial slice of the proceeds in the form of loan notes spread over the two years following a sale.

This formula of deferred consideration would give us a hefty contribution to our working capital requirements and lessened the upfront investment.  These loan notes together with the pre-sale dividend (their own money) produced a substantially lower overall tax bill that just brought the net proceeds up to the level Clifford and Mike had agreed they wanted to achieve.  In effect they were financing part of the transaction to achieve a lower tax bill.  They agreed and by lunchtime we had a signed copy of heads of agreement on this basis.  As part of the agreement they were giving us a period of exclusivity to enable us to complete the deal during which they would neither approach another prospective purchaser nor would they enter into negotiations with any other party.  The deal was on and it seemed achievable but a vast amount of work needed to be done in terms of due diligence.  A phrase was then uttered by Paul that was to come back to me time and again over the years in every transaction I was a part of,  “The devil’s in the detail.” he cautioned.

A couple of weeks later Mark T called me to ask what my time commitments were like.  By this stage I was chairman of one 3i investment and had recently completed my first MBI as investing chairman of another.  In addition, over the last couple of years I had continued my work with Jerrard Bros Plc and had been appointed chairman the previous year.  I responded that I still had some spare time and asked what he had in mind.  By this time it had become clear to me that, even if I couldn’t pull off the one big acquisition I had set my sights on, I could achieve a very nice portfolio of non-executive roles combined with equity participation.  We agreed to meet the following day.

Sat once more in the 3i offices (where I was beginning to feel at home) I listened to Mark T describe the problem he had.  They had backed the growth plans of a small technology products distributor that had grown extremely rapidly (by around 35% each year) and  had expanded into the USA and Germany.  Profits had been sacrificed for growth but the latest year’s results had produced an unexpected loss of £1m (largely as a result of the US investment).  The shareholders equity was now ‘below water’ and the bank was making ominous noises.  Would I go and meet the two director shareholders and, if they agreed, join the board as a non-executive?  I was subsequently appointed to the board and another rollercoaster ride was about to start.

Over and above my due diligence work on Metal Spinners and maintaining the research and analysis to keep the MBI target pipeline full, I was now working for various periods each month in businesses based in Croydon, Hull, Heathrow and Sheffield with various additional activities in London, Bristol & Birmingham.  I stopped all efforts to win new consulting clients and knew that something would have to give in these activities if I managed to pull off the major acquisition I had been seeking.  I was burning the candle at both ends and in the middle but was enjoying life more than I had for many years.  And any concern about money had disappeared over the previous few months as my portfolio of activities had grown.

My new life as a non-executive & chairman seemed to be the role my career had been building towards.  I was responsible to 3i to ensure that their investments in the companies I had joined produced the results they had planned.  However, this role was legally (and in practice) overridden by my responsibility to all of the shareholders (and in my mind to all of the stakeholders) of these businesses.  My broad experience had provided me with an ability to see these businesses in a wider context than their other directors (whose deep functional & specialist experience certainly exceeded mine).  Freed of the responsibility to manage a day to day role I was able to concentrate on direction, strategy & people (including customers).  These key aspects could only be achieved as a result of the closest working relationships with my fellow directors and their teams.  I was finding my business life to be immensely fulfilling.  Unfortunately, I was also going to find out that it would shortly become vastly more challenging than I could ever have imagined.

Meanwhile, alongside my work and responsibilities with these four companies, I was ploughing every once of energy and expertise I could muster into completing the acquisition of the Metal Spinners group of companies.  I was increasingly confident that I could pull this off but completely unaware of the scale and scope of the problems that were about to emerge in three of the other companies.

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The Business of Life Chapter 28 – when it’s so much harder than you imagined

Unlike many MBI candidates I had met or heard of who merely waited for a referral from an accountant, lawyer or VC (usually whilst they continued to job hunt) my strategy was concentrated on researching the market to find the hidden opportunities,  those businesses that had yet to be put up for sale that I could convince to sell to me.  So, I was pleased and surprised when I received a referral from KPMG to a business that they knew was being put up for sale.  My months of hard work were beginning to pay off  and it meant that I was being taken seriously as a buy-in candidate.Staying-the-Course (The Business of LIfe)

The company concerned, a paper processor, was housed in an old Yorkshire mill (yet another one) and, as the name suggested, it processed large rolls of paper into toilet rolls, kitchen paper, napkins and the like.  It also had a small trade recycling old clothing into cleaning cloths for the engineering businesses that had once been plentiful in the area (destined to become the legendary oily rags). I can’t now recall the name of the paper processing side but the rags were sold under the trade name of Hyman Wipes, something that has stayed in my memory.  Can’t think why.

My heart sank as I toured the old premises filled with machinery and employees that looked for all the world as if they were from the same vintage.  The finances were not disastrous but the business would struggle to stay healthy and there was no way that it would be able to repay the debt I would have to take on to buy the business, let alone any investment in new equipment.  However, if I could buy not just this business but one or more of its competitors then there would be considerable scope for rationalisation into a small group of businesses in the same sector (with increased profits flowing in due course).

After writing up the notes of my visit and sending these off to Phil, I set about researching competitors that would be likely targets.  I soon had a meeting organised with the owner of another paper processor that seemed a likely target.  He was wary and would not agree to my visiting his premises but instead met me at a nearby hotel.  We played cat and mouse for an hour or so but it became clear that there was not going to be a meeting of minds.  Back in my office I spent more time analysing the sector.  It was clear that the smaller companies in the paper processing industry were under attack from far larger players who would be completely out of my league as acquisition targets being mostly owned in turn by yet larger companies.  I met with Phil, took him through my findings and we agreed this was an area best left alone.

Shortly after I got a call from a partner at Grant Thornton inviting me to an event they were staging at their offices in Northampton.  The evening centred around presentations from a number of experienced representatives from corporate finance lawyers and banks.  This included some useful additional information.  But the real value of the evening was the opportunity to meet other MBI ‘wannabees’.  Many private businesses that came onto the market were retirement sales and it was not uncommon for two or more shareholding directors to be attempting to exit at the same time.  It was impossible at that stage to guess all of the possible functional skills I was going to need in a future business but it was almost certainly going to include a finance director.  So, I was delighted to meet Mark over a coffee during the mid evening break.

Mark was employed as a finance director and wished to become part of a successful MBI team.  He quickly impressed me both with his commitment and enthusiasm for our common goal and with his knowledge of corporate finance.  Some ten years my junior and with a young family, we formed an immediate bond.  With an accounting qualification and PLC experience, Mark seemed to have a good grasp of the challenges of running businesses.  Following a further meeting at which we explored each others values and beliefs in more detail we agreed to team up for the task ahead.  We were also realistic enough to agree that if either of us came across an opportunity that didn’t include the other then we would go our separate ways with no hard feelings.

Despite being based some 150 miles apart we soon fell into a productive working routine.  I continued my processes of identifying likely targets and an initial financial analysis and would send a batch of information to Mark who would challenge my assumptions and verify  (and correct, where necessary) my findings.  I was also heartened to find that Mark was able to offer pertinent comment and ask searching questions across the wider business spectrum.  Together I was convinced that we would make the core of a credible buy-in team.

Meanwhile, I had been having further meetings with 3i and formed an initial relationship and agreed a working methodology with Paul, an investment director and Mark T one of his managers.  The understanding was that I would continue my work in identifying likely targets and would bring to them a short investment proposal on short listed businesses we were intending to approach.  In this way we would know, in principle, if 3i were likely to back a serious bid.  There was a danger in this approach that had been put to me by other successful buy-in managers.  This was that there was a risk that 3i could take the opportunity and go with another (preferred) buy-in candidate leaving me empty handed. I put this possibility to one side, reasoning that I had to build a relationship with 3i that demonstrated my professionalism and commitment to them.  If I demonstrated I didn’t trust them (by floating potential deals around a selection of VCs in an effort to find the best deal as others had advised) how could I expect loyal backing from them?

Having been working on the basis that I would have to do all my own work in identifying targets, I was surprised when I received a call from Mark T.  Would I be interested in taking a look at a business (Halifax Fan) they knew was on the market?  There would be no commitment that they would either support a bid or that they would go with me in the event that they did.  We agreed to meet.  I had previously advised Mark T that, amongst a few other industries, I was specifically targeting the engineering sector.  It had already become apparent to me that many medium sized engineering companies lacked modern sales and marketing skills, often resulting in no or limited export markets.  My believe was that I would be able to bring these skills to such a business.  I was pleased to find that the company in question was an engineering business and it was based in Yorkshire.

We met at the premises of Halifax Fan for an introduction and an exploratory look at the business.  It was an interesting company that specialised in the design and manufacture of fans for a variety of industrial uses often employing unique designs for challenging applications.  It was profitable but what was really interesting was that the owner (who wished to retire) had deliberately constrained the growth of the company as he didn’t wish to have the bother of additional employees.  I could immediately see growth potential plus it also had the ability to grow via acquisition.  Having come away with a great deal of financial information I arranged a further visit to progress matters in a couple of weeks.  Meanwhile, Mark and I started work on our analysis of the financial situation and into the specialist market for industrial fans.  A further meeting with 3i soon followed where I presented our initial findings and plans and got a green light to submit a comprehensive business plan.  Following further adjustments our plan was accepted and we waited anxiously as it went to the investment committee for approval.  A week later I learned that approval had been gained and 3i submitted our joint bid to Halifax Fan.

We knew that other interested parties might be bidding and Mark and I waited anxiously once more following weeks of work.  A phone call another week later dashed our hopes.  We had been significantly outbid.  I was disappointed but I was also heartened that we had been taken seriously by 3i who took the bad news with a shrug and the question, “What else are you looking at?”  Mark and I pushed on with our list of prospects.

I had given up on the lighting industry following many unproductive approaches over the previous months but a chance conversation with an old colleague reawakened my interest.  “Do you know Neville is dying?” was the question that took me by surprise.  Neville had been a customer of mine for many years,  running a well respected lighting distribution business.  I also knew Neville well as I had taken him on a study tour of a selection of US & Canadian electrical distributors some years previously.  Notwithstanding the sensitivity of the situation, I called Neville, conveyed my sorrow at his illness and best wishes and after a brief conversation said I would like to buy his business.  My approach was referred to his chairman who I met some days later and learnt that the business had already been put discretely on the market.  My pitch of venture capital backing, knowledge of the business and personal credentials succeeded in gaining me an acceptance into the process.

Over the next few weeks I met with the management team, collected information,  visited the retail operations they had and burned the midnight oil with Mark carrying out detailed analysis and pulling together our basic financial projections.  We then applied various sensitivity exercises to stress test the model before I wrote up a very detailed business plan which I submitted to 3i.  We agreed an offer, the plan went off to the investment committee and, once approved, our bid was submitted.  I knew that our price was realistic and our plans (including selling off the retail side and acquiring other distributors) were rational.  I had even found time to approach and have initial discussions with our first post acquisition target.  However, a few weeks later our hopes were dashed once more as we received the news that a trade competitor had outbid us by 100%!

During this period (mid 1996) I was still processing large numbers of potential acquisition targets through my financial and strategic appraisal model.  Following this latest setback, I stepped up the pace, extending my networking and research activities.  Over the next six months we worked on dozens more potential targets, analysing them and their markets and got down to the shortlist with several others only to miss out to trade buyers who, once more, heavily outbid us.  It was clear that although many trade buyers had no magic dust to sprinkle on a business they did have the ability to carry out immediate rationalisation and effect synergies with their existing operations.  I was confident that my development plans for our targets were sound and we also had a ‘Buy & Build’ post acquisition strategy to acquire other competitors.  The problem was that we couldn’t (and 3i weren’t prepared to support) pricing the benefits of a potential subsequent acquisition into our initial bid.  I knew this made sense as it would have raised the risk factor sky high.

As 1996 drew to a close I realised I had spent 18 months working to buy a substantial business using venture capital.  I had spent months in the most intensive efforts to locate and analysis targets, reviewing hundreds of businesses in the process.  I had become increasingly more creative in my approaches to extend my networking and increasingly more professional in my research, analysis techniques and business planning.  I had been almost to the altar on three occasions only to be heavily outbid.  Attempting to buy businesses from larger companies was also not working as, once more, competitors were willing and able to pay far higher prices.

So, at the end of my first full calendar year there had been no result.  Instead I was beginning to experience growing tension between the work necessary to bring a suitable target deal to completion & the mundane task of earning money.  To put matters in perspective I was earning at a rate that was acceptable but I knew I could be very much more successful at the role of consultant if I didn’t have to spend time chasing acquisition targets.  On the other hand, buying a business was my unwavering goal but I couldn’t spend the time at it that I needed because of the need to earn money.  This tension was made all the worse by my practice of doing whatever I attempted to the best of my ability.

Before Christmas closed the business world down for the holidays, I put together a detailed presentation for Paul at 3i laying out everything I had done with a detailed appraisal of what was working and what wasn’t and reconfirmation of my goal of acquiring an engineering business.  When we met I shared with him the frustration I had in being diverted from the task by needing to earn money but ended with a commitment to bring them a deal we could complete together in 1997.

The Christmas holiday was a welcome break with the family but it proved just too tempting to continue working as my goal was constantly at the front of my mind.  I couldn’t remember wanting anything in business as much as I wanted this.  I knew I could succeed as a consultant but, although I enjoyed the work and gave it everything I had in the time available, it really wasn’t what I wanted to do long term.  It was becoming brutally clear that I had entered a marathon not a quick sprint.  Could I stay the course in the year ahead?  Or was I chasing rainbows?

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The Business of Life Chapter 26 – casting off the chains

On my first morning at Selmar Industries I arrived early.  After a quick word with the few managers and office staff who were in at that time, I went on a tour of inspection.  The company was housed in an old textile mill on the outskirts of Brighouse in West Yorkshire almost at the end of a tightly wooded valley.  The buildings were a veritable rabbit warren with both offices and production facilities spread across different levels connected by tight and twisting passageways.  A new warehouse had been added to the rear of the site some years before and the yard outside appeared to be a dumping ground for disused HGV trailers.The Business of LIfe Chpater 26

Following a brief session with the management I held a series of meetings for both office and production staff.  After laying out the realities of the present situation, I went on to share my personal values and inform them that we would be working together to turn around the fortunes of the company.  I then held a series of individual meetings with all of the board and management team.  The highlights of my new team were Jeff and Neil (not my group MD), sales & finance directors respectively, professionally capable, enthusiastic, committed and nice guys.  They also proved to be extremely loyal.

The rest of the board and management were way below the level of competence I had been used to and, to be honest, made my heart sink.  They offered a veneer of support but it was barely masking an underlying denial of the dire situation the company was in and any personal responsibility for their role in it.  To say that I sensed a potential resistance to change would be a vast understatement.  Quite the saddest situation I found I had inherited was that of the administration director (who I’ll call ‘P’).  How he ever came to be promoted to this level was a mystery.  It would transpire that whatever hour I arrived in the office or left, he was always there.  Though supportive and loyal, I found that he was way out of his depth and was working 18 hour days in an effort to survive.  Knowing the urgent task I had on my hands to stem the haemorrhaging of cash, I decided to make no immediate personnel changes, there would be time later.  I knew ‘P’ was out of his depth and tried to protect him as best I could but he ultimately resigned.  A couple of years later I discovered from an HR consultant that my predecessor had engaged her to carry out an assessment of the board.  She had found ‘P’ to be so far below average intelligence, she simply didn’t know how he could even hold down a clerical role.  Nothing had been done.

The product ranges of the three companies in my group included domestic and commercial battery chargers, cable reels and power cords.  The business also produced small transformers on a sub-contract basis for another company in the wider group.  The battery charger business had been a market leader (and perhaps still was) but it suffered from a number of problems that were at the heart of the group’s problems.  Sales were highly seasonal with winter producing a demand at least five times that of the rest of the year (more in an exceptionally cold year – and one of those was about to strike).  Production had to run flat out throughout the remainder of the year to build stock as it was impossible to produce sufficient to meet demand as it occurred.  Thus this major division of the business consumed cash for nine months of an average year.  Selling through high street multiples and producing own brand for some of the major retailers it was subject to intense price pressures.  With its many export markets it also had significant foreign exchange risk.  These problems were serious enough but they proved to be compounded by sheer internal incompetence as I was to find out.  The other two companies demand patterns were not as seasonal but were also subject to severe price competition especially the cable business.

Having been intrigued by the trailers in the yard I requested that they be opened for my inspection.  This revealed a horror story of incompetence and connivance.  Each trailer (and there were five or six) was crammed to capacity with components and the largest single category was injection moulded casings for battery chargers.  These casings were either for obsolete lines or had retailers’ own brands moulded into them.  The own brand versions were for current production models but we had lost the business and they could not be used because of the branding.  This was in addition to the warehouse that was also stocked to the rafters with raw materials.  Upon further investigation I found that this stock was sitting in the balance sheet at full value!  This meant the true losses of the company (£3m in the previous financial year) were even higher than the accounts showed.

Horrified, I summoned the members of the management team who were connected directly or indirectly to forecasting or ordering stock to the yard and asked for explanations.  Unsurprisingly, the excuses flowed with much finger pointing but mostly in the direction of my predecessor.  When I raised the subject with Neil (my boss), stating that we had to write these off he growled, “Make some profits first to write them off against!”  After continued investigation the causes became clear with system disconnects and plain incompetence at the root of most.  Many issues could be rectified without delay but others took much longer to uncover and put right.

If the stock situation was bad then the production processes were at least the equal and arguably much worse.  The main production floor housed five production lines for battery chargers, transformers and cable reels.  Two separate facilities existed on different levels for cables and commercial battery chargers.  The first impression of the main production floor was of a state of chaos with people, components and finished goods everywhere.

As an example the cable reel line had fifteen people who seemed merely to be getting in each other’s way.  Finding that one member of the technical department was a trained production engineer I took him down to the production floor and showed him the line.  His response was to tell me that he had done the original line balancing and that it called for only eight operatives.  When I asked him what had happened he claimed that my predecessor, when output needed to be raised, had simply thrown people at the line.  This time the excuse sounded true and I agreed to strip the line down to its original eight members.  The very next shift the slimmed down team increased output and kept it rising over the following weeks.  We started work on the other lines.

I turned my attention to the cable line that produced relatively simple standard products with moulded plugs and sockets at each end.  The process had a history of problems and never seemed to run to plan.  The production supervisor was Marion, a lady who seemed to carry the problems of the world, not least of which were related to her personal life.  I asked her to join me in her small office and asked her what she felt could be done to improve quality and output.  She looked wordlessly at me with world-weary eyes that were deep set, spoke of little sleep and many problems and shrugged.  It was clear that she had once been if not beautiful then perhaps at least pretty.  But a broken nose, black ringed eyes and poor skin had long since robbed her of any claim to looks.  I asked her again. She stared at me with those dark eyes showing a mixture of  suspicion and confusion and murmured, “I dunno.”  It was Friday and I suggested she had a think over the weekend and if anything came to mind to let me know the following week.  She walked off back to the line.  I went home that night despairing.

Arriving shortly after 7.30 the following Monday morning I found Marion waiting outside my office.  “You serious what you said on Friday?” she blurted out, “You really want to know what I think?”  We went into my office and I sat her down and assured her that I was, indeed, really interested in any views she might have to improve the line’s performance.  “No-one’s ever asked my opinion of anything, ” was her response, “but I’ve been thinking all over the weekend and this is what I think.” What followed was a succession of ideas that sounded sensible and easy to implement.  “Go ahead then.” I replied.  Her eyes came alive, “What?  Can I?”  Improvements followed quite quickly and were maintained.

An intractable problem was the night shift that was required to meet demand for the sub-contract transformer work.  Due to uncertainty concerning its future my predecessor had made a not unreasonable decision to use contract labour.  A contract had been signed with a local firm who recruited and bussed in the required labour from neighbouring towns each night.  The assembly tasks were relatively straightforward and the day shift was reasonable in its output and quality.  But the calibre of the people we were getting to work the night shift was dire.  I arrived in one morning to find that an entire night’s production had been lost to ‘an incident’.  It transpired that two of the crew assembled the previous night had been rival drug pushers who had decided to set about each other with machetes!

Output and cost of production slowly improved and the end of the financial year showed a reduction in the losses.  However, as soon as one problem was solved continued investigatory work revealed yet more.  We were by then winning more distribution but price competition was eroding any benefits gained from the lower production costs we were then achieving.  Component quality problems continued to be a problem especially the injection moulded components that came from another company in the wider group.  Attempting to resolve these problems always led to counter allegations of constantly changing demand, which I would invariably find had some substance.

Quite apart from the challenges of solving the cash drain problems of the battery charger business, we also had an unacceptably high level of product returns for damaged and faulty goods.  Carrying out a detailed inspection of our product packaging I found that the quality of the board used had been reduced to something that was totally inadequate for such a heavy product and many products were arriving at retailers damaged.  I then decided to test a number of our products myself taking a different model home each evening and attempting to follow the instructions.  My experience quickly proved that the instructions (even in English) were simply ambiguous at best.  God only knows what the myriad additional translations had turned them into but an unacceptable quantity was being returned as faulty purely because the instructions were unintelligible. .

 Into the second financial year it was becoming clear that with increased competition and the power of major retailers driving prices ever lower our efforts to improve UK production efficiency were never going to be sufficient.  With the greatest of reluctance I decided that the only future for the brand was to outsource production to the Far East.   Having made contact with several potential manufacturers, I headed out to Hong Kong with Jeff our technical director.  During that trip we visited many factories in mainland China, all were dispiriting places and, which combined with the fledgling infrastructure and teeming population, produced a hellish vision of a dystopian future.  Yes, it seemed we could achieve lower invoiced prices but quality and the lengthy supply line troubled me.  By the time we returned to the office the decision had made itself.  We had already received, via another route, a leaflet from an unknown Chinese manufacturer offering their products to us.  ‘Their’ products shown on their full colour leaflet were the samples we had left in China with our brand names carefully concealed!  It was just too risky to take the chance but events overtook me anyway.

By this time we had managed to pull the losses back to a break even position but added to the pressures within my business, our parent company was struggling to survive.  Neil my boss, with whom I had established a super working relationship, arrived early one Monday morning a few weeks later with bad news.  The group had decided, without reference to me and despite our elimination of £3m of losses, to close our operation in Yorkshire and merge with another group company.  I was informed I was to be made redundant but first had to oversee the sale of our cable business, again something that had been arranged by the main board.

For the next month or so I worked with the accountants sent in by the purchaser in the due diligence information gathering process they were conducting.  The sale concluded Neil informed me that I would have to work out the remainder of my contract (in some capacity) but ‘could take reasonable time off to seek other employment’.  The conversation turned into one of those blood on the walls events as I fought to achieve a clean financial settlement instead of working for another 10  months in some spurious role.  Not being able to reverse what was clearly a decision forced upon Neil by a cash-strapped main board, I engaged the services of a law firm specialising in employment matters.  A few weeks later I walked away with a cheque having compromised on a slightly lower sum.

This time there was neither rage nor sadness but simply the realisation that I needed to take stock afresh.  I had proved once more that I could achieve what required but to no avail.  Seeing the writing on the wall over the previous few months I had been quietly testing the market once more and had got to offer stage with a small US corporation.  However, my research on the company told me that I might well be going from frying pan to fire.  I was now 49 and had begun to feel that my corporate days were over and it might be better to draw a line than suffer the same fate again in a few years time.  My mind went back to Norman and his CVC backed purchase of GTE Sylvania and the decision wasn’t hard to make.  Reviewing my knowledge and experience I decided I could achieve a management buy-in (MBI) and I would.  I phoned the Americans and informed them I was withdrawing.  I then called all of my head hunter contacts to let them know that my time as an employee had come to an end.

I had barred and shuttered the route back into employment and, with my mind clear of distractions, I could concentrate on achieving this major new goal.  Could I do it though?  Could I really convince the venture capital community to back me with the millions it would take?

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The Business of Life Chapter 25 – when it’s time to pick yourself up

The flight back from Geneva that evening gave me some time and space to get my thoughts together.  There was none of the rage I had felt when I had been fired from Akai 13 years previously.  Instead, what I felt was a mix of great relief and sadness.  The sense of relief had been something I expected, as working for Norman and Eddie would have filled me with horror.  This feeling was vindicated later that same year when a friendly head hunter shared his experience of dealing with Norman  But more of that in due course.

The sadness was an unexpected sensation.  I had spent all those years working for a company in roles that had provided me with enormous challenges, to which I had usually been able to rise.  The company had given me a superb business education, which I have since come to realise was peerless.  It had also provided me with rich and complex problems on which to apply my new found knowledge.  I still count some of the solutions I arrived at to be amongst the greatest successes of my career.  It was sad that middle management had not always been able to step back from their personal positions and embrace a new reality.  Strategic thinking had been subordinated to the protection of personal gain in many cases.  Nevertheless, I knew I was going to miss the company, the challenges it had provided and the people; even the ones who had frustrated the hell out of me.

One worry luckily I didn’t have was financial.  At least I was confident that I would find the next position before money became a problem.  With the savings I had accumulated and the severance pay I had received life wouldn’t be too bad.  I was under no illusions though as the UK was still recovering from a nasty recession.  For the moment I put that from my mind as I had more immediate matters to deal with.  I had an apartment in Geneva with more stuff accumulated over the previous year than would fit into a suitcase and I had to get it back home.  I made plans to drive over in a few days.  Speaking to a couple of my old team I discovered that they had already had a farewell lunch together but on hearing I was returning for a couple of days they decided to do it all over again – with me.

So, after a few days catching up on my sleep and delighting in being back home with Denise, I headed back over the Channel and through France to Geneva for the last time.  The lunch was bitter-sweet.  I was touched that they were all prepared to give up their time to meet with me once more.  It was apparent though that a number felt a lot less philosophical about the situation than me and it was clear that at least a couple were going to find it very tough to get another position as good as the one they had lost.  One saving grace for them was that Swiss welfare payments were a whole lot more generous than the UK but only for a time.  When the hugs and kisses were over we went our individual ways and I began the long drive back.

Back home in Yorkshire my first priority was to shake off the excesses of too many meals and probably too much to drink.  So, Tilly our Rottweiler joined me for long jogs across the moors around our home and gradually I began to feel good both physically and mentally.  Without a break I started work full time on the hunt for the next position.  In the following 6 months I travelled 20,000 miles attending interviews, networking and researching the market.  Contacts I had made were unstinting with their time and advice and the many head hunters I either approached afresh or renewed acquaintance with were generally extremely helpful.  Together with the advice I had previously received from Max, I was becoming more focussed and more professional in my approach.

Discussing the very exact profile a client had drawn up for a position I was reviewing with an extremely helpful recruitment consultant he suddenly enquired, “It was the same Norman that had run FKI that bought your old company, wasn’t it?”  When I nodded he went on, “God you had a lucky escape!  I had a brush with him a few years back.  He contacted me and said he was looking for half a dozen MDs.  Well”, he went on, “I thought Christmas had come early, so I asked Norman to let me have candidate profiles and I’d get back to him with a plan and an invoice for the amount we charge upfront.”  It seems Norman had responded, “Don’t waste my time with stuff like that, just get me the candidates and I’ll see if I like any of them.”

Things were certainly a lot tougher than they had been the last time I was ‘between positions’.  I was that much older, that much more senior and the number of openings higher up the greasy pole were that much fewer.  It became clear quite quickly that, despite my extensive contacts, I wasn’t going to walk into a senior role in the industry I had just left.  I think I was known as someone with strong views and a different perspective on things and that didn’t appeal to many.  In any case longevity in position was a hallmark of the industry I had been in and there was no game of musical chairs to join in.  Moving industries once again looked the most likely route back into gainful employment.  This bothered me not one jot as I had already worked in 6 diverse sectors and had found problems were invariably generic.

Drawing on the experiences I had accrued in my role in Geneva I reflected on the behavioural skill set that my role had really needed.  When I compared this with the psychometric feedback I had received over the previous few years, I realised that I had really been a square peg trying to fit a round whole.  Whilst the experience and knowledge I possessed had been more than sufficient for the role, my behavioural profile lacked the key political skills required.  I had the influencing skill alright but I clearly lacked what Phil Thurston at Harvard had referred to as ‘rat like cunning’.  My first approach to a problem or resistance was usually to summon the power of logic and rationality.  If that didn’t work I rarely shied away from a full blown, full frontal attack.  I could build and receive the loyalty and support of a team, I could understand the biggest of pictures and what was required to solve the underlying problems.  Yes, there was much I could learn of politics but, as I saw things, I was far more suited to leading than being led.

But my mind was beginning to move in a different direction.  During the final months in Geneva I had started to think of working alone as a consultant and had sounded out a few people I knew who had created successful careers in this way.  The advice had been to specialise rather than risk being known as a jack of all trades.  The obvious specialism was marketing strategy and I was pondering the prospect of setting up and promoting my own business when, in one of those amazingly serendipitous moments, my phone rang.

The call was from Gerard, the finance director of an old customer I had known for many years whilst with SylvaniaUK.  He explained that they had a problem he felt I might be able to assist with.  Was I interested in meeting to discuss the situation?  A few days later I travelled down to Croydon to meet Gerard and Steve, the MD of Jerrard Bros PLC.  The company had been founded by Steve’s father and uncle, had done well for many years but now required a new supplier of a key product.  Would I help them?  I said I would let them have a proposal.  During the visit it became clear that the company had reached a plateau over the previous few years and I probed for reasons.  I said I would also let them have some thoughts on working with them to address this issue also.  A couple of weeks later and after some good natured negotiation we had a business relationship based on two projects.

Almost straightaway I received two more approaches for significant projects and following discussions, proposals and more negotiations I found myself engaged to complete both.  One was a feasibility study for a foreign manufacturer looking to enter the UK market and the other was assisting a company looking to acquire one of my old, major competitors.  Very quickly I became extremely busy and drew a halt to any idea of seeking a new employed role.  I revelled in the freedom of working on projects that interested me at my own pace (although to agreed deadlines).   By now it was summer and I fell into a routine that, when I wasn’t travelling, I often cycled long distances in the Dales.  I would start early and return by midday and then work through until mid evening.  I had always found cycling conducive to thought and now I could actually keep fit whilst doing something I really enjoyed and apply my mind to various problems at the same time.

During my job hunting process I had followed a highly targeted approach seeking opportunities that had not even been advertised.  Each day I would scour the business press looking for news items concerning major companies that were either contemplating or had made major investments or acquisitions.  Whenever I came across a situation where I felt I could add value I would write to the chairman or chief executive (often to their home address so my letter wouldn’t be screened by a secretary).  I would either compliment them on their success or wish them luck with their plans and then spell a short but precisely targeted couple of sentences laying out how my experience could assist.  I would follow these letters up with a call aiming to achieve a meeting.  Several of these approaches got me in front of senior people.  I hadn’t succeeded in getting a new job from this approach but I decided I could use the experience to win new clients.

Another opportunity for creativity had arisen when I lost out after being down to the final two for a position running a national chain of builders’ merchants.  Having invested the time to carry out a great deal of background research on the firm and its competitors I thought it would be foolish to waste it.  I called the new MD, introduced myself as the guy who came second, congratulated him and suggested we meet as I had a proposition.  He was sufficiently intrigued to agree to meet me.  When we met I made the suggestion that as he was busy getting to grips with a big new role there was a way I could help.  He listened very carefully to what I had to say about the industry, the position of his company and the issues I had identified.  He considered for what seemed an age and then said he would be pleased to receive a proposal.  I went away and submitted a detailed proposal for a very focussed consultancy project.  He accepted but not before something else got in the way.

Towards the end of my period of applying for jobs I met a head hunter with whom I had established a good relationship.  Out of the blue he called me months later to say he had an assignment he felt was well suited to my experience.  We met and I listened to the facts he laid before me.  His client was Ross Group a small UK PLC with a number of businesses in electrical products.  They were seeking an MD for one of the group companies, Selmar Industries, itself a group of three businesses manufacturing in West Yorkshire.  The previous MD had departed after running up losses of £3.0m.  Smelling a dead horse, I declined to take matters further.  However, a couple of weeks later he was back on the phone pushing me to meet the Group MD at the company’s factory, “It’s just down the road from you, I’m sure you’ll get on famously with Neil and if you still decide it’s till not for you, well fine.”

The following week I duly arrived at Selmar’s factory, which was housed in old mill premises in a tight, wooded valley on the outskirts of Brighouse.  My heart sank; it looked a tip.  However, my head hunter chum was right about Neil with whom I quickly established a rapport.  He had also worked in major corporations and there was a basic understanding between us over how businesses should be run.  Nevertheless, after several hours of discussions I politely declined to take matters any further.  A week later Neil came on the phone to chat and pressed me to meet the chairman, “Nothing to lose, see what he has to say, eh?”  A long trip down to Basingstoke the following week produced a firm offer, which I rejected.  They responded with an improvement and promises.  By this stage, I have to admit, it had become something of a game, so I pushed on and won more concessions.  Finally I accepted but not before I had negotiated approval to continue my work with Jerrard Bros.

I was back running a group of businesses and was confident that I could improve them.  Would it work out?  Or had my pugnacious nature set me up for trouble again?

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The Business of Life Chapter 24 – can success come from losing?

I had settled into the pattern of a weekly commuter.  Monday mornings would see Denise dropping me off at Leeds-Bradford airport to catch the first flight down to Heathrow where I would switch terminals to catch the next Swissair flight.  Because of the time difference, I didn’t get into the office much before noon.  On Fridays I managed to flee the office by late afternoon in time to catch the BA flight to Manchester where I had arrangements with a local taxi firm to pick me up.  Frequently, I would be making mid-week trips to one or more of our subsidiaries or meeting with two of my direct reports who were based in our factories in Nuremburg and Tienen (Belgium).  Evenings in Geneva would have me either entertaining visitors or taking dinner on my own in one of the small local restaurants.  Given the uncertainty of the situation, it was my intent to save as much of my Swiss salary as I could.

Highlights were the weekends when Denise came over to Geneva.  We would visit some of the restaurants in the city centre or in the small villages on both sides of the lake.  We travelled around as much as we could at weekends and also managed to take a couple of short breaks walking in the mountains.  We also had a great week when my daughter Victoria also came to visit (marred somewhat by meetings I was required to attend).  Sundays were never a complete success when Denise came to stay as it seemed as if we were simply killing time until the time came to drive her to the airport.  The realisation that we were going to spend yet another week apart would cast a gloom over the day however much we tried to divert our attention with lunch out or trips further afield.  There was always that flight to catch and the growing realisation that the sale of the company would provide little of benefit to me.  I had pretended to myself that it might not happen (maybe no-one would want to buy us) but now the reality kicked in.

The meeting with our prospective buyers was a dispiriting occasion that only served to prove to me that, whilst our own senior management might have had no strategy for long term success, this lot had even less.  The reality was a management buy-in team (MBI) backed by CVC Capital Partners represented by Michael Smith, CVC’s CEO.  Michael Smith came across well enough but said nothing of substance to enlighten us of the plans they had for the business.  The management team comprised Norman Scoular (ex CEO of a small UK conglomerate) and another individual, Eddie Bartlett, who I can only describe (on his subsequent behaviour) as Norman’s enforcer.  Norman, pleasant enough on the surface, also said little of substance except to talk of personal responsibility for personal targets.  In turn, Eddie droned on repeating most of Norman’s utterances as if he believed that the repetition would somehow add weight to the vacuous comments.  The only concrete aspect to emerge was that we were now into the due diligence phase of the sale process.  We were instructed by our new prospective masters to respond to any questions they asked to the fullest extent of our knowledge

There was no mistaking the wealth in Switzerland, with fine houses, exotic cars, expensive shops and starred restaurants everywhere.  The Credit Suisse cash machine situated in the lobby of our building had a disconcerting habit of dispensing nothing smaller than a 200 Swiss Franc note.  This was probably fine if you were pulling out a wad of these in one of the many Michelin starred restaurants in town but was a definite problem if your intended destination was merely the local bar!  However, wealth had its positive side and my Swiss bank balance was growing nicely as a result of my abstemious lifestyle.

Having assembled my evidence on the malign effects of the bonus scheme on stock levels across Europe, I decided to discuss the matter first with Alain (VP HR).  A large Belgian man who took an equal pride in his systems and procedures as he did in attempting to demonstrate the correctness of his views regardless of the subject, he listened with growing impatience.  “Listen,” he finally roared, “I spent a vast amount of time putting our incentive scheme together and I’m not about to change it on the basis of some flimsy information!”  Knowing that little happened on the HR front without Alain’s consent I argued to myself that, without Alain’s agreement, Don was unlikely to listen either.  Instead, I decided on a different tack.  We had a general managers’ meeting due for the next week so I merely told Don that I needed a substantial time slot to impress on the assembled group the importance of accurate sales forecasting.  He agreed and the time was duly allotted for late morning.  I worked on my presentation until I was absolutely confident that the logic and rationality were impeccable.

The day of the meeting dawned fine and sunny but as the meeting room started to fill I discovered that neither Don nor Swaanen were present.  I had a quick word with Germaine who informed me that Don, Swaanen and Dan (VP Finance) had decided to play golf in Evian and wouldn’t be back until lunchtime.  I tried to rearrange the agenda to put my slot back until the afternoon but found that this wasn’t possible.  I therefore either had to withdraw the subject from the agenda or go ahead without Don.  By this stage I had no alternative but to proceed.  It was conceivable that Swaanen had got wind of what I was planning and had decided to encourage Don to take the morning off.  Events would later prove at least my first supposition to be correct.

For this meeting I had decided that the issue of the bonus scheme was not relevant, it being purely a head office decision if a change was to be made.  Instead I was intending to focus on the need of minimising stock levels across Europe and the vital importance of letting the DRP system play its role.  For the presentation I had made slides of the graphs generated by DRP showing the accuracy of the system sales forecasts versus country amended ones and the actual results.  In order not to be confrontational all the information I showed was without any country identification.  Instead I had prepared an envelope for each of the general managers enclosing the results for their country that I handed out at the end.  I made known the saving we could make if everyone could trust the DRP generated forecasts and I asked for their support.  Wishful thinking.

All hell broke loose.  Ignoring the incontrovertible evidence in front of them I was attacked on all sides by men who argued black was white.  I knew that there was a degree of animosity existing between country managers and the factory managers who supplied them but I had simply not expected this outcome.  There was simply no-one in the room who was prepared to even acknowledge that their forecasting could be improved.  By the time Don appeared he wasn’t interested in becoming involved in the subject and quickly moved the meeting on to the next agenda item.  I had failed in two battles but I hadn’t given up.

The following week we had a meeting scheduled in London for Monday and that evening I travelled back to Geneva with Don & Alain.  As we had time to kill we decided to eat at Heathrow and over dinner I raised the stock and bonus subject with Don, going over the full facts.  For some reason Don would not acknowledge that there was anything wrong with either the stock or the bonus systems that couldn’t be put right by my team reviewing every single product line forecast for every country every month.  It was both an illogicality and an impossibility and I told him so.  Don disputed this and we went around the subject again but with voices getting louder with every sentence.  Alain stated that the bonus system had no part to play in the situation.  I reminded them of the investment that had been made in the DRP system and that it was being ignored by everyone.  By this time we were all shouting at each other in the middle of the restaurant.  In the end I said that I could not achieve better than the existing system.  But, if he was serious about making an improvement, he should take the whole logistics function away from Swaanen and give it to me to manage and I would commit to making it work.  We were by now red faced and out of breath but Don brought things to a close by agreeing with my proposal.

The following day I went into the logistics department to request that a further analysis I needed be produced.  Sheepishly and with great embarrassment the team informed me that Swaanen had that morning instructed them to not even speak to me again.  When I got to see Don he also looked embarrassed and said that upon reflection overnight he had changed his mind and I must proceed as he had originally instructed.  I had lost the war.  By connivance and weak management we were wasting $10m a year in working capital and no-one wanted to even look at the root causes.  I couldn’t give up.

By this time it was clear that, unless a last minute disaster occurred, the transaction to sell the business would complete.  Feeling less and less respect for the senior team I gave up the daily ritual of lunch with them and started eating instead with one or other members of my team (something that was far more relaxing).  In a last ditch effort to preserve something of the work I had put into the goal I had been given and the findings I had made, I told Norman that I would appreciate a meeting with him as soon as possible.  The problem was that he seemed always to be travelling.  Meanwhile, Christmas was approaching and I decided to drive back to England with my son Alex.  He had been attending a French language school in Chambery, had come to the end of his course, and needed a lift home.  We enjoyed the time together and it made a pleasant change from air travel.  Christmas passed too quickly and it was soon time to return.

A harsh winter had descended upon Europe after Christmas and by the time I drove back across France the temperature was showing -18C.  I had tried to keep the situation out of my mind over Christmas but as I drove along near deserted autoroutes the situations I faced looked decidedly unattractive.   If the sale by some chance fell through it was clear that my role was going to become increasingly more difficult. I had a brain that wanted to understand the big picture and address the things that influenced it.  The problem was that I had neither the skills nor the inclination to enter into politics.  I had also by now made myself something of a pariah amongst the senior team in Geneva by fighting without fear or favour for what I knew to be right.  On the other hand if, or now more likely when, the sale went through I faced new management that seemed to hold views that were an anathema to me.

Finally, in January I met Norman for dinner one evening.  He wanted to know my views on the business, which suited me just fine.  I gave him an overview that I felt was realistic and showed opportunities.  I took him through an abbreviated version of the stock saga and shared with him the savings that could be made in working capital. However, Norman surprised me with his response that indicated he had little or no interest in the DRP system and that country managers should take responsibility for their own stock levels.  They should be completely responsible for their own results.  We talked on but it became clear that in terms of modern management thinking, Norman was back in the Stone Age.  Newco was not going to possess a culture that would play to my experience, training or skills.  A new threat wormed its way into my consciousness; what if they did want me?  A great concern.  I also had to pick up the bill.

A week or so later we got the news that the transaction had completed and Norman and his team marched into the offices.  Don had disappeared and then Norman promptly got on a plane to somewhere.  Eddie quickly took up his role as enforcer with relish.  As will have become apparent by now my view was that whilst many of the problems in the industry were structural, we certainly hadn’t made the best of the hand we had drawn.  However, that is different from some diminutive clown telling us we had all been complete idiots.  The only thing of note that happened that first week was that business class travel was banned and we all received a long lecture from Eddie on the need to save money and how life was going to change.  I’m not sure what motivational training Eddie had had but he wasn’t a patch on my old headmaster at the art of bollocking.  Life at the back of the plane on Friday evening wasn’t too bad but the signs for the future were.

A few days into the following week Alain called me into his office.  Looking less like his usual bombastic self than I could ever have imagined he fidgeted and launched into the worse version of a HR scripted Dear John speech I had ever heard.  I put my hand up to halt him, “Don’t worry about the niceties, Alain” I smiled, “Just be good enough to tell me if this lot are going to honour my contract?”  It was with relief that he nodded and handed me the paper laying out the terms of my severance, which were exactly as my contract.  Alain went on to tell me that my whole team was to be fired with just one exception   He held out his hand for my office and car keys.

At the age of 47 and after 13 years of constant commitment and effort to the organisation that had given me more highs and lows than I can now recall, I was out of work once more.

Postscript

The North American business of GTE Sylvania was sold to Siemans shortly prior to CVC purchasing the European and Rest of World business.  Europe and ROW was subsequently sold on by CVC some years later and has passed through several ownerships since.  The business is currently owned by an Indian conglomerate and was the subject of an article in the Sunday Times (22 July 12) describing the difficulties they had in changing the company culture.  

My inactivity in the ‘non-job’ referred to above did not in fact stop me from carrying out a very detailed research project to establish the viability of the Linolite brand.  The results I obtained indicated that attempting to extend the brand’s franchise was not a viable proposition; this was ignored and the product range I had developed was rebranded Linolite despite my stiff opposition.  Today the Linolite brand is no longer owned by Sylvania (which has gone on to develop its very successful industrial and commercial lighting fittings identity) and appears to have a very limited market presence.

Greg retired to Florida where I understand he still lives.  Don now works for a small venture capital company owned by a past GTE Sylvania president.  Alain still lives in Geneva where he runs a successful multinational HR consultancy.  Swaanen was persuaded to stay with the business.

Norman died on Swissair flight 111 in a crash over the Atlantic in September 1998.

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The Business of Life Chapter 22 – Saved by the Bell

Some years earlier our European finance group decided to implement a new IT system, which like most such schemes, was late and over budget.  Finally the UK was selected to be the first to implement the new systems.  An external team was parachuted in to attempt to do in a few short months what should have taken a year or more.  It was obvious that the system hadn’t been fully developed and the implementation process was horrendous and continued to be subject to endless fixes, that unknown to all, would leave gaping holes.

Another decision that was taken under heavy pressure from Europe was the appointment of a new Financial Director for the UK (who shall be nameless).  Recruited in Brian’s time, Nameless came with glowing recommendations from his previous (internal audit) role. He initially appeared to be competent but over time I began to realise that his interpersonal and management skills were severely lacking and had brought this to the attention of Claude the VP Finance in Geneva.  What I didn’t realise (until it was too late) was that he also lacked key functional skills that I might have spotted had I been more experienced.  Whilst preoccupied with the pricing & margin scenarios that were playing out at the time I discovered that we had suffered a stock loss that Nameless had not revealed to me.  The loss was not huge in relation to our business but large enough (at $250k) and the brown stuff hit the fan.  Suddenly, everyone in head office was an IT and an accounting expert and making known opinions on the UK situation.  An accounting hit man was put in to get to the bottom of it.  The process rumbled on for months with the interim result that Nameless was fired and I would make a big mistake.

By this time the stock loss had become a cause celebre within the company and it was being used to settle scores.  In the middle of all this Gregg had made one of his lightning lunchtime raids on me and demanded to know if I had known about the stock loss prior to it becoming public knowledge.  My mind was in turmoil.  If I admitted that I had known nothing of it, I would demonstrate that I didn’t have my hands around the accounting and IT functions in the UK (which was true enough).  On the other hand if I said I was aware of it but hadn’t blown the whistle, I could stand accused of being complicit (which I wasn’t).  In a snap decision that haunts me still, I lied and claimed I had been aware of the situation earlier.  Ultimately, it became known that the loss was a paper one and stock had never physically disappeared.  The issue had been faulty IT and accounting systems that couldn’t reconcile all the components of a transaction with the physical stock.  The head office IT and Accounts people were in full CYA mode and Claude never forgave me for making known that his appointment (Nameless) was a very poor manager.  He was also ‘retired’ a short time later but I came out of this episode badly.

Early in 1992 Gregg met me for what transpired to be the most open conversation we ever had.  He shared with me his view that I was a very bright strategic thinker and a loyal manager.  He went on to say that he felt I’d had a terrible set of problems to deal with but was too much of a nice guy who did not fight enough, “Nice guys come last!”  It was clear from other comments he made that a fairly comprehensive image destruction job had been carried out on me by others in the head office team.  He went on to share with me the news that he intended to integrate my company with another in the group (Linolite) and that I was not being given the role of heading up this new structure.  I put up a spirited defence but to no avail.  Gregg said that his view was that I had done a fantastic job in the past but that I might have been out of my depth with all the problems I’d had to deal with, “Anyone might have been.” he said and then added,  “but I don’t want to lose you from the organisation.”   I had worked tirelessly (and yes, in difficult circumstances) and could not have spent more time with either our customers or my people or had more support from them.  I was deflated.

I was duly served with notice of redundancy but simultaneously what I considered a non-job was created for me.  I had to sit on the sidelines, in a shiny new office, as my company was merged with Linolite by Gregg’s new protégé.  The only factor the two businesses had in common was that they both sold via the distribution channel and I could only disagree with the manner in which the businesses were merged.  My non-job was boring in an extreme and I took full advantage of the outplacement programme that was also offered to me.

My consultant, Max Eggert, was the most fascinating character who had the most profound and beneficial effect on me.  Max put me through a battery of psychometric tests and the words he used to describe me from the results were, “tough, strong leader, stable, assertive, competitive, change agent, highly creative, socially strong, relaxed, self-assured, secure, open, self-sufficient, warm, enthusiastic”.  These were very similar to results that I had been given some years earlier by a Professor of Psychology at Yale (Vic Vroom) describing me as,  “a strong leader, visionary, with a participative and informal style and a transformational leader”.  I felt somewhat vindicated, that I had been in the right role and decided that I would use my severance package to take a full time MBA and start afresh.  I applied and was accepted for the programme at Bradford Business School to start in the October of that year.  However, events soon took an unexpected turn that led me to decline the offer.

Soon after it was announced that our parent company GTE was putting the $2bn global Sylvania lighting business up for sale.  Whether my analysis of the industry and presentation to the President had played any part in this, I have no idea.  But I had clearly been correct in my analysis of the situation.  Another decision was announced soon after; that Gregg was retiring.  His replacement was Don, another American, and an accountant by profession from elsewhere in the organisation.  The European business limped on hindered by a hiring and firing freeze with rumours and uncertainties rampant.  I couldn’t have done too badly in my new non-job as my records show that Don awarded me a bonus for that year!  As my redundancy was effectively placed on hold and my salary was still being paid I continued to fill my days as best I could.  I ignored as many of the duties of my non-job that I could as they were futile.  However, events overtook me and a life changing event took place that demonstrated to me that I hadn’t learnt all the lessons from my psychometric testing that I might have done.

Early in 1992 I took a call from Alain, the European VP for HR.  I was asked if I would take on the role of European Product Manager for a group of our products and be based in the Factory in Belgium.  My heart sunk as this was a role that filled me with horror.  It had no line authority over the subsidiaries, their pricing or their activities but carried responsibility for the results.  It was also the product group that I knew to be struggling the most (and has subsequently been killed off by EU regulations).  I was never normally one to fail to respond when a challenge was put to me but I decided that this was a dead horse that would not respond to flogging.  I entered into a delicate process of negotiation, claiming that I wanted to assist the company but that the details had to be right for both parties.  I managed to drag the negotiations out for weeks whilst I did my research on life as an ex-pat in Belgium.  I pushed and wrangled, had meetings and more meetings and continued to delay until I had got to the point where I could procrastinate no longer.  Then, miraculously, at a minute to midnight, I was saved.

Alain came on the phone on the day I had committed to make a decision and said to forget Belgium.  Louis was leaving his role as VP Marketing in Geneva to run the operation in France.  This was the role I had wanted many years ago and I knew it would look good on my CV if things took a turn for the worse following a sale of the business (if indeed it ever happened).  I started to negotiate but it soon became clear that, given the circumstances, they were desperate to fill the role and I was the only one in the frame.  By the time we had finished I had on the table a salary in Swiss Francs that had doubled, a company flat with cleaner and all bills paid, a company car in Switzerland, the retention of my company car in the UK, business class travel to and from Geneva each week (or for Denise if she wished to join me in Geneva) and the guarantee of a severance package based on all this if I was made redundant from Switzerland (plus repatriation to the UK).  Delaying only for a discussion with Denise I accepted.

Would it work out?  Or had I gone from the frying pan into the fire?

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