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nike_logoI had a picture in the office of my first company with the logo above and the capital letters JFDI.  (In case it’s not obvious it’s a play on the Nike slogan, “Just Do It.”)  I believe that being successful as an entrepreneur requires you to get lots of things done.  You are constantly faced with decisions and there is always incomplete information.  This paralyzes most people.  Not you.

Entrepreneurs make fast decisions and move forward knowing that at best 70% of their decisions are going to be right.  They move the ball forward every day.  They are quick to spot their mistakes and correct.  Good entrepreneurs can admit when their course of action was wrong and learn from it.  Good entrepreneurs are wrong often.  If you’re not then you’re not trying hard enough.  Good entrepreneurs have a penchant for doing vs. over-analyzing.  (obviously don’t read this as zero analysis)

I spent nearly a decade building software for large companies and then advising companies on the same.  I didn’t have to make many serious decisions.  So I was surprised at the sheer volumes of decisions that had to be made when I became a startup CEO.  Most of them are completely mundane such as choosing which:  bank,  office space, 1-year lease vs. 2-year lease, logo, URL, pricing structure or which VC.

The technology team disagrees on direction and wants resolutions.  Your head of sales thinks she should fire somebody.  You need to decide whether or not to launch at TechCrunch50.  Somebody asks whether you plan to set up 401k’s and do contribution matching.  I think this paralyzes many people.

air-jordan-logoI learned quickly that I needed to just do things.  Yet I initially had a team full of people that seemed to either over analyze things or more likely wait for a higher source within the company to make the tough decisions for them.  You’re sales person is getting blocked by the CTO who says she shouldn’t go above him but the CTO isn’t approving the deal.  Should she take a chance and potentially ruffle feathers?

Yes, I know it’s my job as the CEO to be the coach for people and that’s fine.  But if everybody is looking for me to make their decisions we’ll never get anything done.  I felt like I had done the hard bit and chosen people that I truly respected and I would rather empower them to make decisions and accept consequences.

Sometimes you need to break some eggs to get things done so if that’s what it takes I wanted my team to go for it and I wanted to symbolize that it was OK with me.  I would far rather have some messes to clean up than to never have them cross the line trying.

So I took on the motto JFDI to symbolize this.  And I think my team did a great job and rose to the occasion.  Maybe it helps that I love controversy and pushing the boundaries so people felt it was OK for them to do it as well.

Another side of JFDI is finding ways to get stuff done that seem impossible.  Entrepreneurs have a way of doing that. Getting suppliers to accept terms that they said they never normally agree, getting accepted to speak on a panel when the conference organizer initially said “no,” getting people to moonlight for you until you have the cash to bring them on board.

A couple of quick stories / examples:

1. Making Things Happen

There’s a guy in Los Angeles that I met at several tech networking events.  He was a really nice and personable guy who had deep domain knowledge in an industry that he’d worked in for 10 years that is in need of technological advancement.  He wanted to be the guy who did it.  So we discussed his ideas several times.  I usually try to avoid getting stuck reviewing people’s PowerPoint decks (I get this request too often and frankly I’m already behind on my own work!) but there are some people you just take an (extra) liking to and want to help.  This was such a guy.

So over several months I went through a few iterations on his idea.  He was stuck on capital raising.  He wanted to know how to get started and “Could I intro him to a couple of local angels?”  One night after a DealMaker Media event we got 20 minutes together after the event ended.  I was blunt (warning: that sometimes happens with me) and told him not to bother and that I wasn’t prepared to help with angels.

“Why?” he asked.  I told him he wasn’t a real entrepreneur.  He looked stunned.  I said that he had been talking about doing this for too long.  He still had no website and no prototypes.  But “he didn’t have the budget to hire a developer until he had raised money!”

I said that was my point. “A real entrepreneur would have done it anyway.  He would have found somebody technical and inspired that individual to work for equity or deferred payment.  Real entrepreneurs are contagious.  They are filled with ideas and they get those ideas onto paper.  That paper can be in the form of wireframes or in the form of a PowerPoint plan.  Or worst case your ideas can be conveyed verbally.  But they GET THINGS DONE.  You have the skills and knowledge to do that.”

I walked away kind of feeling bad.  I don’t like to intentionally crush people’s hopes.  But I always view my job as being honest so that people don’t waste time, money or both if their ideas aren’t good or the positive execution isn’t likely.  But then something awesome happened.  He took my comments as a challenge.  He went out and found a developer and built a product.  He refined his business plan and he got commitments for $150-200k but needed some lead angels to commit first.  When he re-approached me he had a much better plan and he had a prototype!  I introduced him to some angels and his round was OVER SUBSCRIBED!

That is a true story.  I don’t know whether the entrepreneur feels comfortable with my saying who he is so if he does and he reads this perhaps he’ll put his details in the comments section.  But I  bring up this story for a reason.

2. Analysis Paralysis

RodinI used to sit on the board of a company (for which I DID NOT invest) with a very smart and very likable CEO.  This person was educated at the best US schools and had worked for a top-tier strategy consulting firm – one of the big 3.  The CEO led every board meeting with vigor and the board members (sans me) were always wowed.  The CEO had 60-page Powerpoint presentations analyzing every micro detail of the business.  The company had less than $5 million in revenue yet we had a multi-tab spreadsheet doing activity-based costing on our customer service staff, operations and technology.

We had every chart every invented by man (or McKinsey) showing failure rates of our product, mean-times-to-repair, detailed sales forecast charts, etc.  Charts.  What lovely charts!  I know they would have been very useful in dissected the woes of General Motors.  I was the only unimpressed board member.  I was the one pointing out that we were behind on our sales targets and our “Elephant Deal” that had been promised was 6 months late.

After a few board meetings I finally spoke up.  I was a bull in a china shop.  I said (out loud), “I sure wish that some of the time that went into these PowerPoint slides would have gone into meetings with the COO, CFO or CMO of [Elephant Customer].” The CEO had never met with any of them.

With a CEO that likable, smart, educated and accomplished it made board members squirm that I was willing to call bullshit.

I’m sure you know what happens next.  We missed our sales target by more than 66% for the year but we had great slides explaining why.  The next year we set the sales budget equal to the previous year’s sales budget that we had missed.  We missed the next year by more than 33%.  Nobody seemed shocked.  The company has burned through serious cash.  I complained the whole way.  It was not fun.  No “independent” board members seemed to care (or even comprehend the lunacy of the whole situation).

To this day I’m sure they see the situation differently.  Beautiful slides by top-tier consultants have hoodwinked large companies for years and I can see why.  They are intoxicating, complex, insightful and tell a great story.  But in the end they’re usually just that – a story.  Sometimes a fantasy.

I still really like this CEO and have deep respect for this person outside of the role of being a CEO.  The “Peter Principle” says that “everybody rises to their level of incompetency.”  Read this as some people who are great at analyzing to not make great doers and therefore do not make great entrepreneurs.  I think many VCs have learned this the hard way when they step in to temporarily run companies as I have seen happen.

The problem with the company that I described above was that there was somebody willing to fund ongoing losses and the board continued to believe that good times were just around the corner.  Maybe they’ll be proved right some day.  I certainly hope so.  But in the UK we used to call this “promising jam tomorrow.”  I was tired of jam tomorrow.  I left the board.  The company never JFDI.

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Originally posted by Mark Suster on November 19, 2009 and is part of his Startup Advice series.

The number of people vanishing is at record levels, with the recession a key factor. Many soon return, but who helps the agonised families of those who stay away?

By David Randall and Greg Walton

A wall of photographs of some of the many missing persons recorded since 1992

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A wall of photographs of some of the many missing persons recorded since 1992

Odd place, Britain. Every day, 13 million CCTV cameras track our movements. We’re PIN-numbered, databased, credit-rated, nannied, Neighbourhood Watched, Facebooked, emailed and GPS-ed. You wouldn’t think any of us could slip away unnoticed. But we do, in ever-increasing quantities. An Independent on Sunday investigation has established that the numbers of Britons who disappear each year is now at record levels.

Missing People, the charity that helps both the disappeared and those left behind, told us that 250,000 missing persons reports each year – more than 30,000 higher than any previous total – is “probably an underestimate”; others put the total nearer 275,000. This, the equivalent of the entire population of Plymouth being spirited away, means that, across the country, one person goes missing every two minutes. The vast majority are swiftly found, or return of their own volition, but many don’t. Some disappear for decades, and sources, including some inside the police, say the number of people in Britain who have been missing from family, friends and usual haunts for more than a year is at least 16,000 and could be as many as 20,000.

Among them are people like Melanie Hall, last seen in a Bathclub nightclub in 1996, whose parents had to endure 13 years of waiting and wondering before her remains were found, a week ago, beside the M5. She had been murdered. Nor does death always bring closure. At any one time, there are an estimated 1,000 unidentified bodies lying in the country’s mortuaries and hospitals. Many have been there for years – unknown, unclaimed citizens.

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The long-term missing inhabit a looking-over-their-shoulder world of false names, cash-in-hand jobs, hostels and short lets. For their families, they leave behind not only trauma, grief, guilt, anger and despair, but also, if they are breadwinners, more practical problems. Missing people are deemed neither dead nor properly alive, so salaries are stopped, insurance companies won’t pay out, bills can’t be paid and corporate “helplines” won’t discuss the disappeared’s affairs because of the Data Protection Act. But, most of all, the long-term missing leave behind an aching sense of mystery: what has become of them, and why did they go?

This is the story of Britain’s long-term disappeared – of people such as Joyce Wells, Alan Hobbs and Janet Cowley; of those as young as seven-year-old Daniel Entwhistle, missing from his Great Yarmouth home since May 2003, or as elderly as 88-year-old Mary Ferns, missing from West Lothian for 16 months now. All an agonising riddle. Why did the Gloucester librarian Angela Bradley leave her spectacles in her car, the keys in the ignition, and walk away one January day in 1995? What happened last November to Quentin Adams, a 40-year-old father of three from Banchory, Aberdeenshire? He popped out to buy cigarettes and has not been seen since. And where on earth is the 14-year-old Doncaster schoolboy Andrew Gosden?

Some 93 per cent of the children who go missing do not live in a two-parent household, and single children are more likely to run away than those with brothers and sisters. Andrew fell into neither category, happily living, according to testimony from his caring family, with his mother, father and elder sister, Charlie. He was doing well at school, and no one had noticed him behaving in any way that would set alarm bells ringing. And yet, one day two Septembers ago, he left for school, waited for his parents to go to their work as speech therapists, returned to the house, changed his clothes, went to a cash machine, withdrew £200 of his savings, and boarded a train to London. We know this because he was seen on CCTV arriving at King’s Cross, a slight figure dressed in black jeans and T-shirt. No one has seen him since. The despair, the not knowing, hit his father, Kevin, like a truck. He tried to commit suicide, hanging himself from the banisters, and his life was saved only because the vicar – who had a key to the house – arrived at that moment.

The efforts to find Andrew could not have been greater. Police were swiftly alerted, as was Missing People and local media. His face is on the web, on posters, and on 15,000 leaflets that were distributed in London by three coachloads of family, friends, schoolmates and teachers, who travelled to London and searched for him a year after his disappearance. His 14-year-old face stares from a page on the Missing People website, increasingly a reminder of what he once was, rather than an aid to recognising him now. The Andrew who left the house in his school uniform is no longer the Andrew who might be found. So an age-progressed face will feature on a new leaflet, to be emailed to snooker halls and, if permission is granted, to be handed out at a Muse gig, one of Andrew’s favoured bands.

Back in Doncaster, his family keep his childish things, and the clothes that will no longer fit him, in a room unchanged since that day in September 2007. They can still look and hope. What they cannot do is grieve. Kevin Gosden told us: “We have all reacted differently in our house. It’s been a battle with depression for me. I haven’t reached the point where I can give up – there’s always another chance to find him. Sometimes it feels like we’re going round and round in circles, like we’re trapped in a work by Escher.”

Children make up the bulk of the missing persons reports in Britain. But, as teenagers who stay out a night or two from their care or foster home, or who sleep on a friend’s sofa to cool down after a row with a parent, they are also likely to be the cases that are resolved within a few days. Teenage runaways are overwhelmingly female: 71 per cent of missing 13- to 17-year-olds are girls. With adults, it is different. Men predominate, with 73 per cent of all disappeared people over the age of 24 being male. Adult missing cases are also far less likely to be resolved quickly, or at all. A 2003 study found that only 20 per cent of missing adults traced by Missing People decided to return to the place they had left, and 41 per cent of those located were not prepared to make contact with those who were looking for them. The conclusion is that they’re fleeing something – in their own minds or in reality – far more deep-seated than the cause of a teenager’s tiff with Mum, Dad, a step-parent or friends.

There have always been the elderly and confused, the alcoholics, drug addicts and obsessive loners who drift out of contact, until the family, wishing to try again, finds there is no forwarding address. And there will always be the utterly inexplicable disappearances – people such as

Anne Simpson, a mother of 60, who went for a walk near her home in Ingoldmells, Lincolnshire, in September 2004 and never returned.

But the most intriguing of the missing are those ordinary folk who have some discernible pressure in their lives, but one which seems on the surface no worse than that experienced by the millions who simply keep battling on. It might be job stress, money worries (the recession is a major cause of a rise in missings), or relationship breakdown. But what is it that tips them over some invisible edge and compels them to make a sudden bolt for the door? And what is it like to be the family left behind?

To find out, we sat down with Anne and Peter Langridge, sister and nephew of Bernard Coomber, who went missing in January this year. His story contains many of the ingredients of other missing cases. You could call it “A Very Average Disappearance”.

Bernard was 55, unmarried, and lived alone in Sevenoaks, Kent. He was an outdoor person, who often went walking and the job he liked best was landscape gardening. “That was his first love,” says Anne, “but he had back problems, so he went into a factory that made parts for showers. He worked for an agency that made him redundant; he was taken on again when the work picked up, then they made him redundant again.” By early this year, he had not worked for two years and “had totally run out of money”. So she gave him £50.

One day in late January Anne was called by one of Bernard’s neighbours. The woman could get no reply at his house. Anne went round, let herself in, and found the house empty. On the kitchen table were laid out Bernard’s mobile, and beside it was the £50 Anne had lent him. He was, she explained, a proud man and hated accepting money.

“He took nothing with him,” says Anne. “Not a bank card, small change, not a rucksack or holdall. He just walked out with whatever he’d got on. His coats were still in the house. And it was a bitterly cold day.”

It was, in a phrase used by so many families of the missing, “totally out of character”. Peter says: “He was a loner, really. He led a simple life, but he was quite a grounded sort of person.” He was, however, “a bit down, having problems finding a job”, says Peter. And, like many on benefits, things did not run smoothly. Anne says: “He had flu at Christmas and, because he didn’t sign on by phone, they signed him off and he didn’t get his money. So, within a month, there was no money coming in … he didn’t get on with the man at the Jobcentre and wanted to be referred to another one, but they wouldn’t allow that.” Bernard’s last words to Anne were: “I’ve got myself in a mess, and I’ll get myself out of it.”

Like quite a few of the mature missing, Bernard had been a sort of carer, to his father, who died seven years ago. “Bernard did have one girlfriend,” says Anne, “but, sadly, my dad made that one fizzle out. He was frightened of being left on his own.” Instead, with his money problems, bad back and a troublesome recent hernia operation, it was Bernard who was left on his own.

Kent Police have carried out extensive searches, traced all possible contacts, travelled to interview Bernard’s friends up north, talked to his doctor, publicised his details, and checked any bodies that have turned up. Appeals have appeared in local newspapers, on the net, in The Big Issue, and on posters besides the paths where he used to walk. But nothing. Anne says: “My only feeling is that he may have taken his own life in the old quarry, where he knew he wouldn’t be found, because he wouldn’t want to put me through the cost of a funeral. If he’s taken his own life, he’ll have put himself somewhere we won’t find him for a long time.”

As soon as the leaves are off the trees, police will use a helicopter with thermal-imaging equipment to see if any remains can be found in Bernard’s favourite rural spots. Anne and Peter say that Missing People (who call regularly), and the police, both the Kent force and the National Policing Improvement Agency’s missing persons bureau, “could not have done more”.

The offices of the charity Missing People are the closest this country has to a nerve centre for the disappeared. Above a supermarket on a busy west London street is an operation that looks like a police incident room. Phones are constantly manned, and, on the wall, there are wipeboards with lists of names, and when and where they were last seen. Missing People, founded 20 years ago in the wake of the disappearance of Suzy Lamplugh, who lived near by, runs three helplines – for young runaways, missing adults, and the families of the disappeared, all manned 24 hours a day. They receive 120,000 calls a year. The chief executive, Martin Houghton-Brown, says they can barely cope with the volume.

In the early hours of last Monday morning, for instance, the two volunteers had 30 calls in an hour. They included sightings, relatives making initial reports and the missing phoning in. A recent sample: “James”, 13, missing from care and sleeping rough on a park bench, angry and upset, who agreed to be put in touch with a social worker; “Paula”, a long-term disappeared who had swallowed a large amount of paracetamol and drink, who eventually allowed Missing People to call an ambulance; “Adrian”, 50, who had walked out on his wife, but wanted to let her know he was safe; and “Aina”, 24, from Bradford, whose parents had her booked on a flight that night to go to a forced marriage. She was frantic; Missing People put her in touch with organisations such as the Asian Women’s Domestic Helpline.

Mr Houghton-Brown and his policy and research director, Geoff Newiss, are clear about what needs to be done to help Britain’s missing and their families. First, a government department needs to take responsibility for the issue. Second, comprehensive information on the missing needs collating and analysing centrally (we are better at keeping tabs on missing cars than missing people, according to Helen Southworth, Labour MP for Warrington South and a long-time campaigner for the missing). Third, all agencies must have a duty to co-operate. And, fourth, underpinning all this, these responsibilities need to be statutory. “It means resources,” says Mr Houghton-Brown, “but we’re talking about people dying every day.”

Adults, unless illegality is involved, have a perfect right to go missing, assume a new identity, and live out of contact with their former friends and family. (One man who disappeared told Missing People when he was traced: “How dare you look for me!” – and threatened to sue.) This has fed the myth that the police regard any missing case which is not that of a child, or where a crime is suspected, as beyond their remit. It may once have been true, but not now. In Bramshill, Hampshire, the NPIA’s missing persons bureau logs and helps investigate cases. And it is thanks, in part, to its work that families such as Bernard Coomber’s testify to the lengths to which most forces go to find their lost loved one.

Down in Surrey, police still keep active Operation Scholar, the search for Ruth Wilson, a sixth-former who went missing 14 years ago. She left Dorking just after 4pm on 27 November 1995, and, instead of going home, took a taxi to an isolated pub on Box Hill. Intriguingly, she had ordered flowers for her parents to be delivered two days later. More significantly, police later learned that Ruth, the bookish-looking daughter of two teachers, was in the habit of going to the remote spot on the way home from school. (As an example of the almost limitless trials facing families of missing persons, the Wilsons were asked if they were willing to appear on a game show where the audience would vote on the best step the family could next take to try to get their daughter back. They declined.)

Although Missing People uses a specialist in age-progressed likenesses to portray people missing over the long term, there is a limit to what it, and the police, can do. So families hand out leaflets, put up posters, tramp the streets, offer rewards (£10,000 is not an uncommon amount), hire private investigators (an extensive search can cost more than £15,000), and even, as Kent Police told us, consult mediums. They also start groups on Facebook, and launch websites such as the one for Nicola Payne, who went off to collect clothes for her baby in December 1991, took a short cut across fields, and has not been seen since. Among the poignant messages on the site is one from her son Owen – now 17, but just seven months old when his mother disappeared: “I envy my older cousins who remember her well, and they tell me what a fun-loving girl she was… My one wish would be to have my mum found and to be able to understand the confusion, mystery and heartbreak of the past 17 years.”

Some do return. About 10 disappeared persons a week are found through the work of Missing People, among them Billy Andrews, who went missing from his family after his marriage broke up. He began sleeping rough, and defied all the efforts of his mother, Kathleen, and his four sisters to find him. Twelve years went by, and then Kathleen saw an advertisement for Missing People and rang. Within four weeks, the charity’s case managers had found him. Kathleen says: “One day I was watching my favourite soap when the phone rang. It was Billy. We both wept.” Billy says: “I was so happy when I got the phone call from Missing People telling me that my mum was trying to find me. To be back in touch with her and my sisters after so long was a dream come true.” So why did he lose touch? He felt he had let them down and was ashamed of the state he was in. He is now settled, and has remarried. “It is,” says Kathleen, “a second chance for all of us.”

Thousands of Billies, Bernards, Ruths and Andrews will join the ranks of the long-term missing this year. Maybe it isn’t so curious that they can elude all the tabs kept on us, all of our petty nannyings and risk assessments. We may have officials logging missing cars, we might microchip our dogs, and indelibly mark our possessions, but we’re awfully casual about lost humans. After all, in 2009 there is no government department responsible for listing and finding them. Odd place, Britain.

The trafficked girls: They all exhibit a vulnerable prettiness

Among the passport pictures of the disappeared staring out from the Missing People web pages a sizeable number are of teenage girls of Far Eastern origin. Xia Wang, 17, has been missing from Westcliff-on-Sea, Essex, since November 2006; Qin Wang, 16, from Bournemouth since January 2007; Yan He, 17, from Worthing since July 2007; Dung Thi Nguyen, 17, from Catford since April 2007; Lihua Hi, 16, from Birmingham since June 2006. There are many others. Having been brought to this country illegally, such girls – whose only common characteristic, says Missing People, is their region of origin and their vulnerable prettiness – are warned by those who transported them to trust absolutely no one. They are taken into care, but, a short while later, are often seen getting into a car driven by an older male oriental. They have been trafficked.

Britain’s unclaimed bodies: They lie refrigerated in Britain’s mortuaries

Who was the man known as Mr Seagull, whose body was found on Chesil Beach, Dorset, in 2002? Who was the white man aged between 30 and 40 killed at Canterbury by the London-bound train in October 2001? Who was the man whose badly burnt remains were found on Parley Common, Dorset, when firefighters tackled a heathland blaze in August 2006? Their bodies, and hundreds more, lie refrigerated in Britain’s mortuaries, awaiting identification. One reason there are so many is because there is no database of the DNA of missing people, which Dr Tim Clayton of the Forensic Science Service has described as “a national disgrace”. And an investigation in Scotland by the Daily Record last January found that police there have the DNA of just 34 of 450 long-term missing cases on their books.

THE DISAPPEARED…

Kevin Fasting

Age at disappearance: 50

Last Seen: 21 November 2003, leaving his Merseyside home for work.

Background: The father of three called himself “the worst father in the world” in a note found after he went missing.

Laura Haines

Age at Disappearance: 30

Last Seen: At her home in Bristol on 23 February 1997.

Background: Laura left two daughters behind. Investigators have looked into whether her disappearance is linked to previous relationship break-ups.

Alexander Sloley

Age at Disappearance: 16

Last Seen: Alexander was last seen by a friend in Edmonton, north London, on 2 August 2008.

Background: Alexander’s was one of the first cases to be publicised on nearly 13.5m milk cartons at Iceland, the supermarket chain.

Quentin Adams

Age at Disappearance: 40

Last Seen: Buying cigarettes in Banchory on 6 November 2008.

Background: The used-car salesman had been living with his sister, and left three children behind. He disappeared without his mobile phone or passport.

Joyce Wells

Age at disappearance: 72

Last Seen: At her Bexhill home on 22 November 2008.

Background: Joyce was about to visit her daughter but failed to make the trip. She left personal effects, including her handbag, behind.

Luke Durbin

Age at Disappearance: 19

Last Seen: Luke was last seen early on 12 May 2006 after a night clubbing with friends in Ipswich.

Background: Luke had gone missing before, though only for one week and in that time he had remained in contact with his sister. His mother has led the media campaign to locate him, appearing on TV appeals on numerous occasions.

Liz Chau

Age at Disappearance: 19

Last Seen: Walking to her home in West Ealing, London, 16 April 1999.

Background: Liz, a student at Thames Valley University, went missing shortly after handing in coursework and meeting a friend for a drink.

Bernard Coomber

Age at disappearance: 54

Last Seen: Around 10 January 2008, near his home in Kent.

Background: Struggled with unemployment. ‘Missing’ status means Anne, his sister, cannot sell or let his house.

Robbie Carroll

Age at Disappearance: 40

Last Seen: He disappeared from his home in Lincolnshire on 20 February 2006.

Background: The Cambridge graduate, who specialised in Italian Renaissance literature, had appeared unwell, according to friends. He was badly affected by the death of his mother.

Nicola Payne

Age at Disappearance: 18

Last Seen: Leaving her parents’ home in Coventry on 14 December 1991.

Background: A family website carries messages. A man was arrested in 2007, but the case is still open.

James Nutley

Age at Disappearance: 25

Last Seen: In Tenby, 24 October 2004.

Background: James was with around 20 other keen golfers on an annual trip to Tenby, West Wales. He failed to return to their hotel after a night out with friends, and his driver’s licence was later found on the town’s South Beach.

Ruth Wilson

Age at Disappearance: 16

Last Seen: Leaving her home in Betchworth in November 1995.

Background: Family raised alarm after she missed school; it was found she took a taxi to an isolated beauty spot.

Andrew Dill

Age at Disappearance: 38

Last Seen: 28 April 2003, at Hednesford train station, en route to his home in Birmingham.

Background: Andrew, a father of three, left no indication of his plans, but police have focused on Manchester, Wolverhampton and Cannock – as well as the Midlands area.

Paige Chivers

Age at Disappearance: 15

Last Seen: Leaving her Blackpool home, August 2007.

Background: Paige left home with a packed bag. Police have followed up sightings – and the possibility she may have joined a travelling fair.

Source – Independent on Sunday