Archive for December, 2010


I wasn’t supposed to be working today. I was on my Christmas Holidays – which I am pleased to say, I decreed myself.
I do remember, when I worked in the corporate world, that if you wanted all of Christmas off, you had to take your summer holiday in April.
Anyway there I was, pottering in that no-man’s land between Christmas and New Year when a delivery man rang at the door.
We get a lot of deliveries. In fact, the more online shopping we do, the more deliveries we get. I applied my signature to the screen of some sort of electronic brick and accepted in exchange a package that felt like more children’s clothes – and then I asked, as I always do: “Have I given you one of my little pigs?”
I have to ask this because sometimes the same delivery man comes time after time and I’d hate to think I was becoming boring…. but no, I had never given this particular delivery man a little pink pig.
So I did.
The pig – for new readers – is a business card shaped like a pig which shows people how they can have more time, more money or possibly both.
“It’s about money,” I said as I handed it over.
And then, as he looked at it: “Are you interested in money?”
And this is what he said: “I am now. I’m out of work in two days’ time.”
“Ah well,” I replied (unaware that I seemed to have gone back to work) “This might suit you very well. I’ve been doing it nearly six years and for some time now it’s been my major source of income. It’s better than anything I’ve ever done – and believe me, I’ve done them all!”
“I’ve done a few things myself,” he said, ruefully.
“Really – and were you working for yourself or for other people.”
“Always other people,” he admitted.
“So they paid you for the time you spent working…” I observed with a significant pause – and then went on casually: “I used to do that. But now every time I do a bit of work, I get paid over and over again, every month forever – even when I’m not working. It’s fabulous. I wish I’d discovered it sooner.”
So the upshot is that he’s looking and I’m calling him on Friday evening.
Now, I might have been able to brush this bit of work under the carpet and slip straight back into holiday mode – had it not been for the phone ringing as soon as I got back into the house.
The voice had a heavy accent and was calling to ask whether I or any other person in the household had been the victim of an accident over the past year.
Now, normally I listen politely, give all the right answers and then ask them if they’d like what I have to offer. But this time I was on holiday so it went like this: Cutting him off in mid flow, I said: “May I ask a question? Which country are you calling from?”
He said he was calling from the UK.
“Ah, that’s great because I’m always on the lookout for people who work in UK call centres who would like more time, more money or possibly both. Tell me, does that describe you?”
He didn’t seem to understand. There was nothing in his script to cover this. So I said again: “Would you be interested in having more time, more money or possibly both?”
There was a further pause and then he replie: “Well yes, I would… Definitely I would.”
“OK, then, I need to send you an email. What’s your private email address? And your mobile number? Right, I’ll send you an email right now. Meanwhile would you write down my name and number: John Passmore 01394 385174 and my website address Now, you have a look at that tonight and I’ll call you tomorrow. What time would be good for you? Morning of afternoon?”
It was only afterwards that I realised I had condemned myself to working tomorrow as well…
But on the other hand, what’s a ten minute phone call out of another day of pottering?

The Bus Cafe

The old bus stands in a field beside the Westbound carriageway of the A12 just before the Foxall roundabout. I’ve driven past it a thousand times. I’ve never stopped.
How differently life might have turned out if I had.
The circumstances which led me there today are too mundane to think about – a door handle, taking something back to the gym: This stuff doesn’t matter – but it did all put me on the A12 going west at lunchtime.
And at that moment the Bus Cafe hove into view.
It’s an unusual experience: You park in a lay-by and go down some steps into the field and then step up into the bus as if you were on a pensioners’ outing. There is a doormat at the top by the driver’s cubicle – and then a concertina door… and a different world.
With tables for two down one side and tables for four down the other, a kitchen at the end and a Calor heater to make the whole place cosy, it was a revelation.
Also, contrary to the impression that might be gained from a name as unprepossessing as “The Bus Cafe” it was all scrupulously clean.
This led to a conversation with the young man plying the spatula – which progressed to me into asking if he wanted to win a Mini or £10,000 and filling in the form.
Next, he looked at the piggy card and picked his “number one priority”.
By the time my lunch was ready, we were half way through a Martini presentation.
When I had finished the half-day breakfast, we carried on where we’d left off and I collected the number for his first distributor.
I’ve just called this guy. He turns out to be a gardener (aka entrepreneur) who liked the sound of what I had to offer. He’s now checking out the website while I ring his three friends. It will be interesting to see how far this string stretches.
And all because of a change of plan…

What’s it all about?

This is the diary of a successful Multi-Level Marketer making money from home and fitting a part-time business into a busy life.
Over the years it has developed but the objective remains the same: To demonstrate how anyone can build a successful network marketing business in "the nooks and crannies of the day".
Eventually this spawned a training programme which I called The Cold Market Academy. This began as a seminar available only to MLM-ers working with my company. Then it went online as an e-learning course.
Now it is a book available through Amazon: MLM, Network Marketing and the Secret of the Free Prize Draw (you can see more about this on the "MLM Prize Draw" tab above.)
But at the heart of the Network Marketing Blog is the answer to the two most common questions people ask when they look at this business - and the two biggest challenges they face when they start:
1. I'm not a salesperson.
2. I don't have the time.
These are genuine concerns and all too often they get brushed aside: "Don't worry about that. We'll show you how..."
This blog is designed to show how it works in reality and in real time - how anyone, no matter how busy, can work their business consistently in small fragments of time. Because that's all you need; just a few seconds to find out if someone's interested.
And please bear in mind the entries here are only a tiny snapshot of the daily activity. Most of what goes on would make very dull reading indeed: Making calls from the list ... adding names to the list...making calls from the list...
As for being a salesperson: Have a look and decide for yourself.
Is it sales?
Let's say you call on a friend unexpectedly and find them up to their ankles in water and battling with a burst pipe.
Imagine it: There they are, soaked to the skin, trying to wrap a towel round the leak while they shout: "I rang the plumber but all I get is the Ansaphone..."
Honestly now, would you ignore their plight or would you volunteer the number of your own plumber.
Would you do what you could to help them or would you consider that going into "sales" on behalf of the plumber would be beneath you?
And what would your friend say when they realised you had deliberately chosen to leave them struggling to stem the flow and all because you felt embarrassed about "selling" something.
Network marketing is all about spreading good news and it's all about helping people.

If you're thinking of getting into Network Marketing - or already in it but not making enough money - contact me at

About Me

John Passmore,
United Kingdom.

For 25 years I was a newspaper reporter - ending up as Chief Correspondent for the London Evening Standard. Then I gave it all up and, with my wife, set out to live the simple life on a small boat while writing a column for the Daily Telegraph. Five years and two children later we moved ashore - and five years and another two children after that I ran out of money. Nobody wanted to give me a job and I couldn't afford to start a conventional business. Then at a craft fair in our local community hall, somebody showed me network marketing. It was described as a home-based business that would provide anyone with a second income if they were prepared to work for it. I was sceptical. There were claims of high earnings and something called a "residual income". But what if it did work? And besides what alternative did I have? So I threw myself into it wholeheartedly (which is the only way to succeed at anything). I'm not saying it was easy or there were never moments of doubt but if you're prepared to learn and determined never to give up, then there is a statistical certainty that you will make money. I started in April 2005. I was broke and embarrassed. Today I have no money worries whatsoever.