It must be funny
Money makes the world go round. Money is the root of all evil. Therefore, does evil make the world go round?
Today was a day at a very posh hotel, for work. Now, I’m not quite on the penniless-writer platform just yet, but this kind of opulence is the province of those much further up the food chain. Think marble, 2-inch deep carpet and individual towels for drying your hands. You know you are in the land of the rich when the bins are motion-activated.
BUT. I took a trip to the water-closet mid-meeting, only to find a serious-sized smear of poo on the outside of the toilet bowl. One, how on EARTH do you manage that, physically? Two, at what point do you think you’re rich enough to make that acceptable behaviour, especially not to clear up after yourself?
People’s attitudes to money are engrossing things. Some count every last penny and button, some are free and easy with their cash. The topic itself is a wee bit awkward, we’re brought up as good little children not to ask about it, or tell people what you earn. But the amount you have is barely a factor; it doesn’t matter if you bathe in platinum shower gel or Lidl’s own economy brand, money will always be the elephant in the butter. Just don’t let the elephant trample on your parade.
1) the band on their triumphant return from rehearsal
2) 30p to a busker in a plastic zebra hat with feathers in
3) the serving chappy at the hotel