Re: Busking tomorrow


"Guy Fawkes" <davenull@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote in message
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> That's alright if you are poor as a church mouse or have no class & care
> about the basic cost of petrol & regular maintenance costs I
> suppose...colour me well impressed, that is just what I would expect you
to
> drive.

the queen owns landies and such, I know a guy who owns one of her old
rovers.

charlie had an sd1

up until a few years ago lou courtenay (earl of devonshire) owned an
1100

I'm talking cars they actually drove themselves around in here.

I've owned mercs, beemers, audis, a roller, 2 bentleys, half a dozen
jags though a couple of them were daimlers, bunch of yank stuff
including an l88 once, and I've had the use of and driven everything up
to and including aston martin lagondas and even a koenig.

parents were on speaking terms with the sultan of brunei (used to get
regular invites to do's) who built a palace especially to house his
fleet of rolls royces, but drove a toyota land cruiser.

I knew a bloke who is head of the richest family in europe, amongst
other things every nissan sold since the year dot outside japan passes
through his hands one way or another, he drove a range rover or a seat
panda as the mood took him

I've worked for more multimillionaires and billionaires than you can
shake a stick at, their flunkies rode around in maseratis and ***,
they rode around in any old crap

adnan kashoggi had a renault 19, king juan carlos of spain had a
renault 5 gordini.

you get the picture.

only those with no class and no social standing think an expensive
vehicle is worth owning

I've been given hugely responsible tasks with vast sums of money
potentially at stake, and it's been said more than once that my
vehicles told them enough about me and my attitude to money to put me
in the running for those roles, whereas the people who splash the cash
on vehicles couldn't be trusted.

you come on here and think cheap car = no class and poor as a church
mouse... wanker

how many bespoke suits or pairs of brogues have you ever owned jon?

do you have an old a trusty oyster or a garish showy trinket?

did you buy it, like me, because it was an asset that could always be
traded for a plane ticket at 2 seconds notice or because you think it
makes you look good?

sat next to me here in the pen tidy is an original parker 75, solid
gold all the way through, I use the pentel next to it to write.

I'm the first to admit I have no REAL class, but I'm educated and
cultured enough that I can mingle and not commit any faux pas, which is
why I can name baronets and lords (not fake ones invested by a civil
servant list either) and so on as people who know me (as opposed to me
knowing them) that and the fact that I would never be crass enough to
actually name them...

people like you make people like that react with horror, not because
you turn up in a posh motor, but because you think flashing a few quid
excuses you from the social graces, of which you have none.

I don't know much about your life, I know some, enough as it happens,
and the rest comes from you, you're gutter working class who has always
sneered and snarled (under your breath) at the priviledge, and then
when you find yourself with some money to spare you change overnight
into a snob who like to show it off, "lady docker" with her pink rolls
royces (kew her boy martin very well, and his girlfriend debbie, who
never drank *anything* except dom perignon) so here you are in the same
old tired scene, got a few bob and you think that has somehow increased
your social status or made you a better person.

it hasn't

give a prick a million pounds and all you end up with is a rich prick
who will soon enough learn the value of the saying "fools and their
money are soon parted."

go buy your volvo, sit in it and think anything you please, for the
rest of the planet it serves as an early warning device...

you want class?

if / when you show the balls to arrange a meet after 1st december how
about we have a little game, we each buy a gallon of petrol and a box
of swan vestas, you burn my car to the ground and I'll burn your car to
the ground... doesn't bother me, my car has already made me over a
thousand pounds profit


What a come down from past glories then John.............reduced to selling
cheap batteries from a garden shed, driving an old banger, and not being
able to hold down any sort of job, so finally having to resort to fraud!

Simon


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