marks and spencers
one of my dad's good friends and clients is an obscenely rich guy from manchester. they are a lovely family, but they do live on a different planet to most people. for example, he bought his son a porsche for his 17th birthday. his son wrapped it around a tree. he simply shrugged and bought him another one.

so a few years ago, they invited my parents to their hospitality tent at wimbledon. my mother was sitting next to his charming but clueless wife, whom she said looked like raggedy ann in a pair of what were undoubtedly wildly expensive dungarees. made of sacking. for some reason, the wife was telling my mother about making a costume for her son's school play.

"i needed some rags for the costume, so i popped into marks and spencers to buy some things to cut up," she said [well, who doesn't buy new things to cut up], and then leaned in confidentially. "and do you know, they have things in there that one could actually wear ??"

"gosh. fancy that," my mum replied, frantically tucking m&s tags back inside her collar...

the really ironic thing is that her husband made his money from a very successful insolvency practitioners. do as i say, not as i do, clearly.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 15:04, 1 reply)

Ugh.
It's shits like that 17 year old and his parents who make car/motorcycle insurance almost impossible to afford for so many young men. They're dragging everyone else's premiums up with their carefree crashtastic bollocks.

*fumes...£300+ for a 500cc bike at age 23*
(Musuko, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 16:27, closed)