Chuck another chair on the fire father! To hell with poverty, let's have beans with our chips for tea. Splash out! Because if snow stops the Giro we'll be subbing off the corner shop again.
Everyone is missing their little luxuries, like coal and bread. And yes, even those hard-pressed bankers are feeling the pinch. Poor dears are more up against it than a rat in a trap. So much so, they are having to ditch their private planes and, whisper it, share with strangers. Dear God no, never that Cedric!
"People are scaling back. They sold planes to bring down their monthly cost, " says Ricky Sitomer, boss of Blue Star Jets, which rents out private planes to city types. A return trip from New York to Colorado for the skiing costs £25,000 if they go charter. It's slumming but well, must do their bit after all.
Bonuses are down 10% so something had to give. These days they forgo the lobster and filet mignon and bring their own lunches. Austerity is the new watchword. With such careful costing we should all be very grateful that they are still in charge of the nations' finances.
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