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Monday, 14 July 2014
Cheap to run.
I've always been a cheap date. I prefer silver to gold, piquette to Pétrus, Peugeot to Porsche, a cosy cottage to a palatial pile, and a good hearty country stew to a Michel Guérard stack of flavoured foams.
I have never seen the point of 'pretending' to be sophisticated by spending a fortune on things that one wouldn't otherwise touch with a barge pole. Nouveau riche 'Celebs' who spend a weeks wages on a bottle of Cristal Champagne, when they would probably prefer a half of cider, frankly just make me cringe. Sudden fame, and its attending bucket-loads of cash, seems to drive 'financial climbers' bonkers.
Has there ever been a top notch footballer who has NOT bought a top notch sports car, or a one-hit-wonder singer who has NOT bought some tasteless ready-furnished 'Executive Home'.
The real problem with this type of behaviour is that the day the supply of cash runs out, those empty bottles of Cristal suddenly look a wee bit sad. And, to make matters worse, all those 'friends' who shared them will more than likely have disappeared and moved on to the next mug with too much cash.
I shall stick to my frugal lifestyle; it's probably the only reason why I still have a few quid in the bank.
We went with friends to the Scallop festival in Whitianga; a charming
seaside town in the Coromandal District.
Had a great time...5000 people, lots of wine...
4 years ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 45 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie/Black Lab' cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!