Rich Richer Richest

Oh dear, having spend one whole day in the blazzing sun in Cannes during the Cannes Yacht Show it has come as a clear message....its easy to be poor but hard to be rich!

When being rich you need apparantly to show it ;
Driving to the event in your Bentley, dressed in strange coloured trousers and dito shirt you will enter a the salon, looking like you hate to be there. You walk straight to the most loudest stand and ask what they have in stock that nobody has and what is priced at a level that makes certain African countries survive another year...
Moving on, the rich person accompanied by a tall, preferable blond girl, half his age and not French, if you catch my drift, AND a 4 legged friend. A tiny animal that seems to be a dog but is still looking to be confirmed having the size of an ant and the height of a kitten.

They move swiflty on to the outside area where the toys are being lined up from small to larger to super large, obviously they are only interested in large. Approaching the stand, a huge 100 square meter area with model hostess and VIP entrance for the happy few. Leaving their Prada and Gucci loafers on the Quai and entering the world of floating castles.

First question to ask, The price. Quickly adding the words...'dont you have something bigger and faster" while lighting a Cuban cigar. The sales person or broker is ready to start sweating and work their magic to an audience that really seems to be hating being here.
Can we have Versace trimmings in the bedroom? Can we get more gold? Can we get the same coulour as the Bentley? You know, the obvious questions to ask when being rich and bored...
The broker is ready to prostitute himself, provide the white powder or deliver the yacht tomorrow to get them to sign...Which they of course not do, cos next week there is the Monaco show and its far more cooler to say you both a yacht in Monaco than Cannes.
So the increasingly depressed couple gets of the yacht and move further on, a la recherche the things bigger, bolder and hopefully more expensive.

Clearly in their world everything is image and needs to be big with the only expection.....the dog!
But well, it should fit in a Louis Vuitton bag... Oouffff I am looking forward to Monaco....