belt tightening in an age of exorbitance

Having tea at the Fairmont Hotel Vier Jahreszeiten
(Hotel Four Seasons)

I’ve got bad news for my readers. The funds have run dry. I do a lot of travelling, so this was bound to happen at some point.

My galavanting has led me down a destructive road. It’ll be resolved, but in the short term, I’ll have to be much more careful with money. Which is a shame if you think about it.

What does every vibrant economy need? People who spend. Spenders.

That’s me. When it comes to spending, I’m the 1%. I think about what I want and then I go earn what I need to get enough dosh to then buy that thing. It’s very economical.

If I don’t anymore want the thing I was saving for, I simply find another thing to spend my money on. Quite conveniently, I never have to search for long. There’s always something I suddenly realise I desperately need. Nearly always.

There’s a financial axiom that you should earn more than you spend. This is certainly my financial philosophy. Now it’s time for me to return to the frugal path.

No more tea at the Four Seasons in the near future.

the tea selection and the inviting fireplace

You say, ‘Let him eat cake‘? You mean cake like this?

a chocolate cake, that I made, and a cheesecake from my favourite bakery

No more trips to Nice for a while.

the roofs over the Niçoise

The funny thing is that as much as I’ve loved all of those trips, I have something even better than the little trinkets and t-shirts that most people buy while travelling. Even better than all of the photos I’ve taken.

I’ve got memories that can never be taken away. People often ask how I can afford to travel so much. Well, travelling’s not so expensive. It really isn’t. I’ll be in London and Manchester and Liverpool in a little over a week, and I’ll stay with friends, when I’m not with my mother oop north. It’ll be fine. I’ve got excellent friends.

So? My news.

I’m skint. It’s happened before. I’ll live.

Will it slow down my bon vivantery? I assure you: it will not.

 

4 Comments

  1. well, i *say* LIKE, but does this mean you will be hitch hiking to manchester with poppet on your back? because i am not coming if the fanciness is going to be RESTRICTED. poppet still wants to go, though.

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  2. Hmm. This kind of worries me. As does everything, I know. Please don’t become a male prostitute. Or one of those creepy guys who squeegees windshields at traffic lights or something.

    Skint is a very good word.

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