money, money, money
Money can't buy you happiness....True, but it can buy you an awful lot of other things. And has anyone ever seriously complained about being loaded? There are the obvious perks of being rich: jet-setting round the world, having wild debauched parties in your own mansion, driving a flashy sports car, collecting Monets for the sake of it, and having beautiful people around you - personality counts when you're ugly, and money counts when you have neither looks or personality.
You don't even have to be an 'aire' (millionaire, billionaire) to appreciate the stuff. With a decent size bank account you could take taxis to lectures, shop at M & S for food instead of Sainsbury's economy, put a tab behind the bar for all your new-found friends at Juice, drink cocktails at the Duke of Cambridge outside happy hour, book a permanent table at the Lemon Tree every night and wave goodbye to hall forever.
If you don't believe me ask any of the 47,300 millionaires in Britain today or Abba who got it just right: 'Money, money, money..must be funny..in a rich man's world.'
So what do you do if you're not a bloke and a Prince/Earl/Duke in our equal society where the wealth of the 30 richest aristocrats is about £3.7 billion?