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Previously on "Anyone applied to study at Harvard Uni?"
I sent my letter up the chimney and next thing I know I was in Greenland packing up stuff 24x7 for months, with a bunch on miserable elves who wanted to bum me.
No, I've never applied. I do have a funky job at the moment and earn a bucket load from it.
Then again the person that I know who is worth the most is illeterate and runs a scrap yard.
Your point is?
Charlie Richardson ran a few scrap yards in South East London and was loaded. Then he was sent down for 25 years along with Mad Frankie Fraser for torture. Shame, could have been the 60's Richard Branson.
I sent my letter up the chimney and next thing I know I was in Greenland packing up stuff 24x7 for months, with a bunch on miserable elves who wanted to bum me.
When I was about 6, I wrote a letter to Santa offering help with packing the toys in exchange for a brand new bike, but the fat fliper ignored me...
Well it's first-come, first-served! Tough!
I sent my letter up the chimney and next thing I know I was in Greenland packing up stuff 24x7 for months, with a bunch on miserable elves who wanted to bum me.
Yeah, I know what you mean. But forty years ago, or whenever, it wasn't what it may have become today. And if someone practically barefoot as a kid can make it onto the town council, that's something to be proud of.
Yeah, I know what you mean. But forty years ago, or whenever, it might not have been the dump it's commonly regarded as today, unless you're John Betcheman (sp?).
Also, if someone barefoot as a kid can make it onto the town council, that's something to be proud of.
Then again the person that I know who is worth the most is illeterate and runs a scrap yard. He is often seen sorting bath taps / copper pipe muttering how much each piece is worth as he puts it in the scrap bins. * I know this as my mum used to work where he banked.
Remember that famous photo of two boys from Eton College, doing their best to ignore a bunch of grinning urchins behind them? The papers wheel it out each time they do a class envy piece.
A few years ago, some enterprising journalist traced all the guys in the picture, to see what became of them. It turned out one of the toffs died of cholera or something not long afterwards on his way to India by sea, and I think the other one was killed in WW2.
So obviously neither was a failure. But by contrast with their misfortune, the poor kids did very well, all becoming pillars of the community in Slough, and as I recall one became a millionaire scrap dealer.
No, I've never applied. I do have a funky job at the moment and earn a bucket load from it.
Then again the person that I know who is worth the most is illeterate and runs a scrap yard. He is often seen sorting bath taps / copper pipe muttering how much each piece is worth as he puts it in the scrap bins. * I know this as my mum used to work where he banked.
He's worth a few million. Easily.
His whole family run around in minimum of BMW5 series class cars. All < 2 years old.
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