On the edge of Hampstead Heath, north London, is one new, almost completed steel and glass house, costing squillions. Enormous silver chutes twirl down its outside, into this one family's very own private basement pool. Shove your ostentatious wealth up our noses, why don't you?
The owners could probably save the Victoria Baths with their pocket money.Were I Empress of England, I would order them, and their show-off neighbours, to do so. Sadly, it won't happen.I don't think there's anything 'sad' about the fact that a spiteful adult child like you will never be Empress of England, Michele...
Nobody seems able to stop the rich doing as they please: not HM Revenue & Customs; not Margaret Hodge; not Occupy, shareholders or shame; not me.Well, there's a damned good reason for that. It's called 'free enjoyment of property'. Even the EU HRC recognises it. Why can't some 'Guardian' columnists?
And .... really, Margaret Hodge? Oh, Michele, she's not part of your solution, she's part of your problem!
Last week, in a foaming temper, I was moaning on about it to another dog-walker, hoping, at least, that the super-rich were stuck at Freud's anal stage and secretly miserable as sin. "Wrong," says she. "I have a very wealthy friend. She lives in another world, which you can barely imagine. And she's very happy indeed."Heh! Of course, for someone like Michele, whose happiness is clearly dependent on the misery of those she envies, it can't have improved her 'foaming temper', can it?
…general fury and discontent seems to be building up. And you surely can't trample people into the dirt for ever. Eventually, they blow.Another 'Guardian' column relishing the prospect of riots? What are they putting in the watercooler there?
Can't wait.Well, no. But then, I expect you think you’ll be on the side that gets the upper hand. Your kind always do…
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