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shitsu_tonka
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The picture, the business deal, the home-schooling lest the children get infected with normality, the fact he and his wife are incapable of getting any job, the 'last of a dying breed of Englishmen'.
This is a joke, right?
Did one of you Biscuits come up with this?
And judging by the group shots I think their family tree hasn't had enough branches over the years.
The All New Jeni B
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For every possible solution, he finds an excuse not to do it.
I don't care what happens to them, as long as the dog's ok.
The All New Jeni B
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Oh, I forgot to read the bonkers comments.
God help me, I'm going back in...
The All New Jeni B
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I didn't wade through the 1500 or so comments, but went for the "best rated/worst rated".
Sadly, no frothing at the mouth retired Majors, but some appalling spelling.
Ironduke
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You've got to love treating the pets of the thick rich...they are brilliantly entertaining.
They come in in their camel trousers and bright red socks erring and ummming like Price Charles and stand around looking faintly agitated in a superior fashion until a reception explains how you use a chair 'Oh, sit down? what, here? Oh, marvellous'
Then when you present their options, they flop any small difficulty they might find straight back into your lap. 'you can see her on Thursday? Is there one of those each week? Could you not see her on Sunday after chapel?'
Best of all, when you mention the horrific prospect of them actually spending money, they bleat like a gaffed carp 'oh but that's rather pricey ain't it? How about if I scrape the mould of last week's loaf and smear it on his gums, won't that treat this bally infection?'
I told the very rich owner of an elbow arthritic labrador to avoid him running up and down stairs. He said, 'Oh, but he loves jumping off the battlements'. I loved that...
beau-jolly
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@ Duke. I think I may have the same customers. Walk in and spend 5 minutes staring at white Burgundy muttering to themselves and then look up and shout indignantly "Where are your clarets?" "Over here with the red wine in the big section called CLARET". They then grumble about cost, tell you about their celllar and then decide to buy a single bottle of house red after quizzing you for half an hour on its provenenace. Then eventually and reluctantly, after being told they can't take one on approval, they pay using a card issued by the private bank which requires you to have a minimum of £1m in liquid funds.
Bastards!
beau-jolly
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Just started reading the story. I got to the bit where the fuckwit gambled everything he owned on a dodgy Romanian deal. I can't see what that has to do with any other economic problem anyone else may be having.
As I couldn't be arsed to read the rest, can some one let me know the punch line?
Did his wife leave him?
Did his daughters end up working the streets of Budapest?
Did the stupid, overpriveledged, greedy twat top himself.
Do I bloody well care?
sorry, its been a cold and quiet day.
John Ffitch-Rucker
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Reading the comments section in any newspaper, including the Telegraph, the Indy and the Grauniad, leads me to conclude three things; 1. Care in the community doesn’t work. 2. The universal vote is an appalling mistake. 3. There is no such thing as an education system in this country.
(I don’t read the Times online; I’m not paying that much for a laugh).
Ironduke
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I particularly enjoy the very sympathetic tone, and comments such as 'of course, many families are facing difficulties at present, BUT...' as though this thick twat who makes a virtue of being unable to contribute to society in any fashion at all (nor can his wife because they cannot bear to send their children slumming to any normal school!) should somehow attract sympathy because his 'get rich quick' scheme blew up in his face.
Frankly he might as well have bough 3million scratch cards and be bitching that his number didn't come up.
Mafaking Carwongo
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You people make me sick! Always bannging on about the Daily Mail - and making snidey middle-class red-brick quasi-educated gags about the cheaply-stereotyped 'Daily Mail reader'. I'll have you know that if it wasn't for the likes of Lord Beaverbrook during the second world war, and the great British values that he and his publications stood up for ... oh - sorry - the gin's just kicked in. Lorst me thread a bit. Must rush...
beau-jolly
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Where is Rikkor when you want him?
OK, I'll do it.
Mafaking ass hurts.
pere floza
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I know a family very, very much like this, even dress like that - inherited couple of million from publisher father, blew it all sending 6 kids to boarding schools while never condescending to do a salaried job but speculating in one grand scheme after another. Now penniless (and took others down with them), sold the big house in the country to pay the overdue school fees, living in a suburban rental and sponging off friends' charity; still don't do a stroke of real work but still manage to look down their noses at everyone else... Bunch of Mafaking parasites.
Quaz
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Do they by any chance read the Mail or the Telegraph, then spend dinner parties ranting about people who have more kids than they can afford, never do a day's work, and who expect other people to pay for it? I can see a sub forming. Still, if you can wee 2million up the wall it doesn't say much for a public school education. I blame the parents.
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