Most of my friends are failures…

Useless buggers, the lot of them. First of all they failed to be born to very rich parents. I don’t mean the sort of ‘rich’ people who can shop in Waitrose…I mean the sort of rich people who probably own Waitrose and most of Argyll and Bute. The sort that call their personal concierge doctorsContinue reading “Most of my friends are failures…”