Farty's Fortunes

Showing posts with label posh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label posh. Show all posts

Friday, 20 March 2009

Family 'too rich to work'

Phil and Betty Windsor own most of Hampshire and haven't done a day's work between them in over half a century.

They say that they don't need to work as they claim benefits of over £7 million every year to help them run their vast estates.

Betty spends her days walking the corgis around the local estate, while Phil abuses foreigners at every opportunity.

Eldest son Charlie relies on state handouts even though he runs a shop in Cornwall with his horse, selling biscuits, wine and other overpriced crap to unsuspecting tourists.

Daughter Annie is a rugby groupie, travelling up and down the country to eye up the players as they scrummage in the mud.

Incredibly, the family refuse to get proper jobs, claiming their land and titles are hereditary - even though Betty herself handed Charlie the Principality of Wales on a whim.

Silver spoon



The family, who own a total of 84 castles, palaces and stately homes, spend £50,000 a week on food and say they wouldn't be seen dead eating beans on toast.

"One has one's Fortnum & Masons hampers delivered three times a day," says Betty. "One can get top-notch Beluga caviar at bargain prices. It really adds a zest to roast swan and quail's eggs."

"That little whippersnapper Billy said he wanted to join the filth," says Phil of his eldest grandson, "but we soon knocked some sense into him and now he regularly flies a helicopter over to his girlfriend's house for a weekend shag. Good for him I say!"

When asked to comment, a London taxpayer said, "They're worth every penny, Gawd bless 'em! I 'ad that Eddie in the back of my cab once, he was a right gayer. Not that there's anything wrong with that."

Tuesday, 13 May 2008

Decisions, decisions...

I must have done something right, as I've been awarded a Red Letter Day by TPTB. There is so much to choose from, I am at a loss what to pick.


That's where you come in. Which of these wonderful experiences do you think I would appreciate the most?


  1. 30 minute Light Aircraft Flight. It's not as if I get vertigo on a stepladder. No, wait.
  2. Deluxe Ginger Chocolate Selection.
  3. Intermediate Golf Masterclass with a Pro. That sounds a bit of alright. Oh, pro golfer. Boo!
  4. Farting. Oops, my mistake. Karting.
  5. Pamper Spa Day. Nothing like a good pamp in the spa.
  6. Topshop VIP Experience. With a personal shopper and that.
  7. All Bar None Chocolate Selection.
  8. White Water Rafting for Two. Oh, yes, Mrs F would just love that. If she could swim.
  9. Aerotow Gliding Flight. Ooo, flying with no propellor, fab!
  10. Bird of Prey Day. Now I would love to fly a Romulan Bird of Prey!
  11. Sumptuous Chocolate Truffle Selection.
  12. Overnight Ghost Hunt. Cos what's the point of daylight ghost hunting?
  13. Skidpan Driving. Sounds vaguely toilet related. Ah, but you need a valid driving licence.
  14. Luxurious Milk Chocolate Selection.
  15. Extended Microlighting. I could wear a nappy, I suppose.
  16. Adopt An Olive Tree. FFS.
  17. Superior Fruit Chocolate Selection.
  18. Bouquet of Stargazer Lilies. I'm in touch with my feminine side already, ta.
  19. Dom Perignon Gift Box.
  20. Falconry Day. I could train it to hunt grey squirrels, cool!
  21. Gourmet Experience Voucher.
  22. High-Speed Passenger Ride for Two. And that differs from joyriding in Wester Hailes how, exactly?
  23. Ice Climbing for Two. Totally appropriate for anyone with arthritis.
  24. Krug Champagne Gift Box. Don't like champagne.
  25. 24cm Cast Iron Round Casserole Dish. Wow!
  26. Mountain Climbing. Meh.
  27. Paintball for Three. Me, Mrs F and Mrs Dull. Two paintball guns.
  28. Rapid Running for Two. As against Slow Running?
  29. Rich Dark Chocolate Selection.
  30. Rock and Ice Climbing for Two. Whoopee.Frickin.Doo.
  31. Chocolate Club (8 months)
  32. Sony Walkman 8GB MP3 and Video Player.
  33. Stokesley Hamper. Nom. Nom. And indeed, nom.
  34. Supreme Chocolate Box.

Tuesday, 2 October 2007

Nothing To See Here

I decided on the title to this post at lunchtime today, as I was planning to stick some photos over there on Flicker ===>

And also mention an update to Celebrity Litigation here.

But then I saw this article in New Scientist. After least year's less than sensational news about a shed of invisibility, boffins have only gone and created an actual, working invisibility cloak using gold rings. Blimey! Where did they get that idea?

Frodo One tiny catch. You have to be about 500 nanometres in size for it to work. So even Frodo would be a smidgen on the chubby side...

In fact I can't imagine any human being who'd be thin enough to pull it off.Posh Can you?