Your New House Comes With Everything, Except Everything You Need!
>> Wednesday, August 17, 2011
I've been thinking, and I've come to the conclusion that no doubt everyone else has: No matter how rich I was, I wouldn't buy a private jet. I mean, despite how cool it would be to say "darling, shall we take the Learjet to San Tropez tonight", it would be such an enormous hassle to look after the stupid thing. First, you need to hire a pilot, because you want to make full use of the expensive luxury seating option in the middle bit that you had to pick. You need to hire glamorous assistants, because no self respecting squillionaire gets his own drinks. You'd need to organise fuelling, and it might surprise you to find that you can't land in the nearest Shell, you have to get a whopping great tanker down before you go anywhere remotely hot or bikini-clad. You then need to maintain it, which requires about eleventeen weeks of fixing it for every seven feet it flies, you then have to insure it and make sure it's safe. And where does it live when it's not flying?
Or, I could just hire one when I need it. Then, I could spend more time being rich.
