Sunday 17 February 2008

Tell me something I don't know... or fur coat and nae knickers?

The British journalist Carole Cadwalladr was at the Moscow Millionaire's Fair, where millionaires can buy those essentials that they would not want to live without. However, she comments:

'It's not always a pretty sight watching Russia's rich at play. At the end of the evening, I watch as a few men who cannot wait any longer push their way to the front of the cloakroom queue and demand their coats; a Hummer circumnavigates a traffic jam by simply wheeling up and across a central reservation; and in the lobby, three young children run around a delicate crystal tree in the lobby, tugging at its translucent branches. Their mother sits and watches them until the inevitable happens, the branch snaps, and she simply turns away and the children play on, without a hint of a reprimand. Later, in the toilets, I enter a cubicle from which a stunning 6ft supermodel type in an immaculate designer dress, make-up and fur coat emerges. There is piss all over the seat.'

Anyone who has been in Moscow will recognise this description. The rich, they piss all over you!

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