I'm the biggest/best/richest Pistonheader ever...
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Japveesix said:
northwest monkey said:
Japveesix said:
buying our house in Altrincham
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d. Couldn't you find Bowdon on your satnav?austinsmirk said:
of course if you really have money, you don't discuss it: so, so far, you've all failed !!!
The one amusing tale I can give you (which I have posted before):
my sister runs a stately home for, well lets say someone linked to the aristocracy. (think downton abbey etc)
The "lady" of the house was having a fit about "that damn van, that bloody van, that horrible truck": "been left outside on a driveway somewhere", "been like that for months", "sick of seeing it".
My sister had no idea what she was on about. after some wandering around the estate, bit of probing.......... it turned out to be a brand new, LWB landrover defender that had been bought for the "lady" as a birthday gift, for the shooting season.
Now thats real wealth: when you don't even know or can recall what cars you own and refer to a fairly obvious car icon as a "van/truck".
I suspect 100% of PH'er's, even the rich ones, know what is parked in their garage (s).
There is a story about Mario Balotelli (footballist) that suggests that he parked his Quotrporte at Manchester airport, flew to Milan for the weekend and upon his return decided to get a cab home. It was only 6 weeks later after Manchester airport parking had rung the police to get the car removed that he was reminded that he owned the car, obviously he'd switched the the continental GT and forgotten about the Maserati. The one amusing tale I can give you (which I have posted before):
my sister runs a stately home for, well lets say someone linked to the aristocracy. (think downton abbey etc)
The "lady" of the house was having a fit about "that damn van, that bloody van, that horrible truck": "been left outside on a driveway somewhere", "been like that for months", "sick of seeing it".
My sister had no idea what she was on about. after some wandering around the estate, bit of probing.......... it turned out to be a brand new, LWB landrover defender that had been bought for the "lady" as a birthday gift, for the shooting season.
Now thats real wealth: when you don't even know or can recall what cars you own and refer to a fairly obvious car icon as a "van/truck".
I suspect 100% of PH'er's, even the rich ones, know what is parked in their garage (s).
MajorProblem said:
I can't believe the audacity of some posters, lording it over the more unfortunate and making them feel worthless and inadequate. How would you feel if you where in thier shoes?
(Standard PH white knight response)
You could never be in my shoes, my shoes are handmade cobra skin shoes, with unobtainium buckles, inlaid with moon rock....... (Standard PH white knight response)
Oh, you could only afford the moon rock? That's a pity.
I went the whole hog and pulled the trigger on a pair with the methane from the lakes on Titan solidified and put into shoe form. Of course to keep the methane solid they are water cooled with water from deep underground at the Martian polar caps.
I went the whole hog and pulled the trigger on a pair with the methane from the lakes on Titan solidified and put into shoe form. Of course to keep the methane solid they are water cooled with water from deep underground at the Martian polar caps.
I wave my rose-scented farts at all you nouveau-riches.
Why only last week I sent my waterboys to Greenland, off the coast of which they found the nicest, biggest iceberg available in the Northern hemisphere. They then shipped it over to my stately summer residence (which some of you might know as Greece - I know I know, but with their economy being in the crapper, I couldn't help but snap up the country for a few bil), where just the tip was broken off to be put into a glass of the best Coca Cola money can by.
In fact Coke revised their entire recipe for this single glass, and it now included a single tear from the Dalai Lama. This new formula was then destroyed and all the people involved in its making have disappeared and may or may not have been silenced the hard way.
It tasted okay.
The rest of the iceberg was left to melt off my manor's south coast, I mean who needs so much ice right ??
I then jumped into my LaF and drove it down to my other car. I can't tell you what it is, I've promised Horacio I'd keep it under wraps until 2018 when it's officially revealed.
President Obama, or Barry as I call him, then sent Air Force 1 to pick me up and fly me to the White House. I thought it'd be bigger - even my gardner lives in a bigger shed. But well, we had dinner with him and Michelle (my treat) and discussed world peace and a manned mars landing and subsequent colonization by 2016, which I was planning on funding. He refused cash in hand and gave me NASA's bank details, and wouldn't you know it, I've already commissioned a team of elite ninja architects versed in the ancient art of real feng shui to design my villa in MarvGTIville. Which is Mars' capital.
It was a week like many others before, and many more following.
Why only last week I sent my waterboys to Greenland, off the coast of which they found the nicest, biggest iceberg available in the Northern hemisphere. They then shipped it over to my stately summer residence (which some of you might know as Greece - I know I know, but with their economy being in the crapper, I couldn't help but snap up the country for a few bil), where just the tip was broken off to be put into a glass of the best Coca Cola money can by.
In fact Coke revised their entire recipe for this single glass, and it now included a single tear from the Dalai Lama. This new formula was then destroyed and all the people involved in its making have disappeared and may or may not have been silenced the hard way.
It tasted okay.
The rest of the iceberg was left to melt off my manor's south coast, I mean who needs so much ice right ??
I then jumped into my LaF and drove it down to my other car. I can't tell you what it is, I've promised Horacio I'd keep it under wraps until 2018 when it's officially revealed.
President Obama, or Barry as I call him, then sent Air Force 1 to pick me up and fly me to the White House. I thought it'd be bigger - even my gardner lives in a bigger shed. But well, we had dinner with him and Michelle (my treat) and discussed world peace and a manned mars landing and subsequent colonization by 2016, which I was planning on funding. He refused cash in hand and gave me NASA's bank details, and wouldn't you know it, I've already commissioned a team of elite ninja architects versed in the ancient art of real feng shui to design my villa in MarvGTIville. Which is Mars' capital.
It was a week like many others before, and many more following.
FredClogs said:
There is a story about Mario Balotelli (footballist) that suggests that he parked his Quotrporte at Manchester airport, flew to Milan for the weekend and upon his return decided to get a cab home. It was only 6 weeks later after Manchester airport parking had rung the police to get the car removed that he was reminded that he owned the car, obviously he'd switched the the continental GT and forgotten about the Maserati.
From what I've read about Balotelli, I doubt he had forgotten about it, it's probably that he just couldn't be bothered to collect it. Which I think makes it worse. 
Probably too busy throwing darts or frequenting hairdressers.
I know just the types of people you are all describing, when I was an advisor to the head of the Bank of England (just before I took control of the IMF) or my piggy bank as I like to call it. I met a rather arrogant Russian billionaire, he kept bragging his total net worth was over £600 more than mine, I nearly spilt my pimms I can tell you!
Vocal Minority said:
Oh, you could only afford the moon rock? That's a pity.
I went the whole hog and pulled the trigger on a pair with the methane from the lakes on Titan solidified and put into shoe form. Of course to keep the methane solid they are water cooled with water from deep underground at the Martian polar caps.
Pluto's moon....... I went the whole hog and pulled the trigger on a pair with the methane from the lakes on Titan solidified and put into shoe form. Of course to keep the methane solid they are water cooled with water from deep underground at the Martian polar caps.
After I founded Global Energy Dominators and guided it through its successful IPO I found that the investment portfolio management was so time consuming that I left my rock band. As I never wear clothing more than a single time I employed a perfect body double to go to Gieves & Hawkes and John Lobb and the like to collect my furnishings. My boundless generosity now means that beggars in Knightsbridge are incredibly well dressed in my castoffs.
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