So they can't be all that bad.
My dad knew a guy (who also lived in Aberdeen, must be something in the water) who despite owning a very successful business, still lived in the same bungalow he'd been born in. It was the only house on the street with Doric columns, a huge fountain in the tiny front garden, and a Mondrian in the living room. Every inch was covered in expensive tat.
It was hideous.
(, Thu 26 Jan 2012, 15:57, Reply)