TheVoiceofReason
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- Feb 5, 2005
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In their eyes:
"A guy wins the lottery and decides to design and build his dream house.
To be honest 'house' doesnt even begin to cover it. We're talking a huge f***-off mansion. An awe-inspiring building. A work of art.
He hires the best builders he can find and a classy Italian arcitect and work begins.
The neighbours gripe and grumble. They scowl enviously as they pass.
The foundations are laid followed soon after by the bricks and mortar. The roof is put on.
In time the very best fabrics, glass, and marble will be delivered. From all corners of the world.
But right now its essentially a shell. A work in progress.
And the neighbours......bizarrely their envy turns to scorn.
'Look at your house!' they explain in glee, 'Its just an expensive shell!'
The guy is nonplussed. He lights a Cuban cigar and tilts his face upwards to the glinting sun.
Because he has seen the finished plans. And they are breath-taking.
He knows his history. Rome wasnt built in a day. It takes time and patience to construct something as wondrous as this.
He peers down the sumptious driveway and beyond the electronic gates and the jealous neighbours who stand and mock.
Across the road he sees a fine house....but he knows its mortgaged to the hilt.
Down the street he spies a man in an Everton shirt, dancing on his lawn......right beside a decrepid 'For Sale' sign thats been there for many years.
The guy smiles easily and looks forward to a glorious summer."
LOL OL OL OL... Out Loud... Oh EL.
"A guy wins the lottery and decides to design and build his dream house.
To be honest 'house' doesnt even begin to cover it. We're talking a huge f***-off mansion. An awe-inspiring building. A work of art.
He hires the best builders he can find and a classy Italian arcitect and work begins.
The neighbours gripe and grumble. They scowl enviously as they pass.
The foundations are laid followed soon after by the bricks and mortar. The roof is put on.
In time the very best fabrics, glass, and marble will be delivered. From all corners of the world.
But right now its essentially a shell. A work in progress.
And the neighbours......bizarrely their envy turns to scorn.
'Look at your house!' they explain in glee, 'Its just an expensive shell!'
The guy is nonplussed. He lights a Cuban cigar and tilts his face upwards to the glinting sun.
Because he has seen the finished plans. And they are breath-taking.
He knows his history. Rome wasnt built in a day. It takes time and patience to construct something as wondrous as this.
He peers down the sumptious driveway and beyond the electronic gates and the jealous neighbours who stand and mock.
Across the road he sees a fine house....but he knows its mortgaged to the hilt.
Down the street he spies a man in an Everton shirt, dancing on his lawn......right beside a decrepid 'For Sale' sign thats been there for many years.
The guy smiles easily and looks forward to a glorious summer."
LOL OL OL OL... Out Loud... Oh EL.
