I don’t have much in common with Charlotte Church (I support the ancient state of Israel, whereas she supports Narnia; she’s still relatively young and cute, whereas this ancient mariner’s ship has sailed) but something we do share is a lifetime of extreme generosity verging on the profligate, often to people who do not deserve it. As Katie Hind’s headline in the Mail squealed recently: ‘I watched aghast as Charlotte Church’s freeloading posse fleeced her in a nightclub when she was just 18 – I’m not surprised she’s burned through her £25 million fortune!’
The money I spent always had the air of Monopoly money
I never had £25 million, but I earned masses of money for a couple of decades in the 20th century and was a cash millionaire for a few years in the 21st. Lots of it went on drugs and holidays and masses to charities and beggars – but a lot of it went on friends, particularly taking them out to restaurants.
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