Dear 2030 Me,

Greetings from the technological Stone Age of 2025! I hope you're enjoying your flying car and those neural implants everyone's talking about. Meanwhile, I'm still trying to get my smart fridge to stop ordering milk every time I open the door.

I'm writing to you from a time when ChatGPT is still considered “cutting edge” and people are just beginning to realize that AI isn't going to replace us all – it's just going to make the people who use it properly a whole lot richer. Speaking of which... how's that bank account looking? Not great? Yeah, I figured.

Remember that day back in early 2025 when I stumbled across that bloke Nigel's newsletter? You know, the one about acquiring boring blue-collar businesses in Australia and supercharging them with AI? The landscaping companies, the trade services, the businesses that robots literally cannot do? Yeah, THAT one.

Well, Future Me, I hope you're sitting down (or floating, or whatever people do in 2030). Because I have a confession: I scrolled right past it. Yep, in my infinite wisdom, I decided, “Nah, that's probably just another tech bubble thing. I'll stick with my tried-and-true investment strategy of checks notes hoping my super fund figures it out.”

How's that working out for us?

Remember when everyone was chasing AI startups and crypto moonshots, while Nigel was quietly buying up businesses where humans actually show up and do work that matters? The ones with real customers, real cash flow, and real moats that no algorithm could replicate?

I really hope you didn't miss the boat on that one. But knowing me... knowing us... we probably did.

With equal parts regret and hope for your future,

Your Technologically Challenged Past Self

P.S. If that newsletter has now spawned a movement of Aussies owning thriving local businesses, and this letter is a famous example of “worst decisions in history,” I sincerely apologize for the public humiliation. But hey, at least you're famous for something!