Happy New Year. To ME of course. My busy schedule of self-indulgence and claims for increased office expenses has put my diary into the background, but, responsible person that I am, I’m back!
As we enter the new year I expect my rise to stardom will continue with adulation being bestowed on me by my employers. However, my employers do need to get their finger out and allow me to get on with earning proper money. They have refused me an increase in my income. How dare they. Do they not realise the cost of a ‘needy’ ex? I expect to increase my income as the Big Man and Ginge seem to have some scams that they will include me in, whether they wish to or not. They did impress me with their big pay increases with total disregard for the serfs. We are on the same wavelength as regards serfs, and money.
Anyway, what is the problem with building on fields? Acres of houses are a much better earner for those of us who matter, not cows or sheep! Ginge will sort out the planning technicalities, for a ‘small fee’ of course. I will promise that the serfs can afford the houses we build but we will sell them at a top price, can’t afford to be sentimental. The Big Man will ease the rules, rake in the taxes and adjust his expenses accordingly. Looking forward to some real income; media income is OK to tide me over but I need more.
Being the wonderful soul I am, I am hosting a dinner for the mare of the fiefdom so he can get some reflected glory from ME. 30 quid a head I reckon – free for ME and a young lady will be sufficient expenses for Mr Generous. The Big Man fancies a night out. If ‘Six Dinners Sid’ does so, he can pay £180 for his six dinners. He can afford it from his amazing expenses deal. You have to applaud S D S for what he is trousering. A fine example to all.
I was most upset the other day. As I traversed the shopping area of my fiefdom, to attract willing worship from serfs of course, a number of vagrant ne’er do wells lined the area. They had receptacles of coins, and not once did any of them give money to ME. Why? If they can’t laud me and my magnificent example, they should be out of my eyesight. Disgraceful. Big Six Dinners Sid will hear of this. I demand better.
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