George Reynolds



I knew him professionally when he owned Direct Worktops
It's fair to say he was a Jeckyll and Hyde character
If you were one of his boys, you were made, Mercs as company cars, plush offices, I've never seen carpets as thick as the ones in the Shildon offices, but the way he treated the lads on the shop floor was appalling.
The scratched car incident was 100 % true and one of many that I was told about, like the lad who damaged a forklift truck (accidently) and found his car damaged in the car park after his shift or the guy who left a light on in a toilet and was docked 3 days wages as punishment
I was always told not to speak ill of the dead but he could be a nasty piece of work
 
I can only speak as I find, good mate of mine knew George very well, his missus was a reporter for the Northern Echo, and most of George's stories went through her, good or bad, and when the shit hit the fan he would ' hole up' at their house until things died down, so he was there quite often. When he bought the place up in Weardale, he took my mate up there to show him what he was doing to the place, and my mate admired the huge wrought iron entrance gates, ' they're coming down' says George, cos he wanted something 'fancier' , so my mate protested sayin they were beautiful. A week later my mate was awoken by the noise of a wagon outside his house, pulled the curtains back to reveal a hiab wagon with the gates on, a van with half a dozen men, and a mini digger. They dug out , fitted and hung the gates over the next couple of days, then came and sprayed them, and re-laid the drive because it was disturbed by the fitting. Luckily he had a big enough gaff to take them, but he did it all FOC.
Typical George, he treated his friends very well, but I know of the other side of him as well.
 
I can only speak as I find, good mate of mine knew George very well, his missus was a reporter for the Northern Echo, and most of George's stories went through her, good or bad, and when the shit hit the fan he would ' hole up' at their house until things died down, so he was there quite often. When he bought the place up in Weardale, he took my mate up there to show him what he was doing to the place, and my mate admired the huge wrought iron entrance gates, ' they're coming down' says George, cos he wanted something 'fancier' , so my mate protested sayin they were beautiful. A week later my mate was awoken by the noise of a wagon outside his house, pulled the curtains back to reveal a hiab wagon with the gates on, a van with half a dozen men, and a mini digger. They dug out , fitted and hung the gates over the next couple of days, then came and sprayed them, and re-laid the drive because it was disturbed by the fitting. Luckily he had a big enough gaff to take them, but he did it all FOC.
Typical George, he treated his friends very well, but I know of the other side of him as well.

Where was his house in Weardale?
 
I knew him professionally when he owned Direct Worktops
It's fair to say he was a Jeckyll and Hyde character
If you were one of his boys, you were made, Mercs as company cars, plush offices, I've never seen carpets as thick as the ones in the Shildon offices, but the way he treated the lads on the shop floor was appalling.
The scratched car incident was 100 % true and one of many that I was told about, like the lad who damaged a forklift truck (accidently) and found his car damaged in the car park after his shift or the guy who left a light on in a toilet and was docked 3 days wages as punishment
I was always told not to speak ill of the dead but he could be a nasty piece of work
I heard loads of stories from lads who used to work for him and he was a shithouse.
 
2010 and we're empty and an IT Office in meadowfield with a skip... car turns up in the middle of the day and its george reynolds and he had a nose around our building looking for scrap... bizarre experience with a local 'name', was nowt for him to salvage mind - left us his business card for the "local entrepreneur". last i heard he was running an e-cig shop in chester?
 

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