For its sheer fuck-off-flaunti-ness, I secretly admire the Financial Times on Saturday’s glossy supplement, How To Spend It. I only get to see it because I occasionally like to check up on the price of the gas shares Sid sold me and to establish whether buying those get-rich-quick penny shares circa Bananarama was bananas. Currently quoted at 4.5p per share, there's still scant prospect of that infinity pool and villa in the Var, sadly. For those who have better use for the FT’s £2.80 cover price, it goes like this. Worst economic crisis since the Depression, be damned! How to spend it now, apparently, is like a modern Marie Antoinette on terrific teal Dior slip dresses, a snip at £11,450 (£950 heels included) - roughly the same as the annual wage for many nurses. And so the call to conspicuous consumption goes on:’tanzanite’ (me neither) earrings, £22,600; ‘racing machine‘ wristwatches that cost more than some houses; ‘spa junkie’ fixes in ’billionaires’ playground’ Cap-Ferrat; a Duesenberg coupe set to fetch $4.5 plus million at auction. No mention of the cost of a tube of cream to apply to noses grazed from being rubbed in it. This, at a time when some are figuring how not to spend it - e.g. smashing Comet’s windows and grabbing a £10.99 kettle or something equally sad. ‘Let them eat (Fortnum’s) cake’ and dream, eh?
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
Tuesday, 16 August 2011
Ramsay roll-outs
Holy cow! So the foodie tom toms beat out news that Chef Ramsay - as he is reverentially referred to by impressionable Yanks whose rank restaurants even a rabid raccoon would rubber - might be planning to roll out a chain of barbecue joints called Fat Cow? ‘Total Bull’, or something to that effect, a spokesperson is quoted as saying, denying any such venture is imminent. Shame. I can see the appeal of a Fat Cow all-you-can-eat buffet followed by a pamper session using Lazy Cow products available from posho spa, Babbington House. Why not join me in a venture aimed at the meaty mass market, Gordon? I’m thinking...a chain of schnitzel joints aimed at chav slappers; let's call it Pauline Calf. What? That name has already been registered? Bullocks! The brand name Mad Cow is apparently still up for grabs. Discount burgers might work in a recession.
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