The Beautiful Jaded Face of Envy

The hardest of faces to extract from the rich, tailored suited, chisseled city boys that can be seen boldly swaggering around any financial city centre in the world.

Previously I believe that the only way to achieve this envy extraction was by having an incredible attractive, breasted and legged woman, presumably wearing not much more than a lampshade; permanently arm linked with me. Unfortunately, the previously mentioned ‘lucky twats’ probably already have such a creature or three parked up and waiting for them at every corner, as we all know, women and money go together like AIDS and Africa. Protest all you want ladies, but when was the last time you saw an ugly girl get out of an Aston Martin Vantage…unless she was driving the thing?!?

Anyway, back on point; jealousy is something that man does not give up easily to other men, not sure why, don’t care why, we are what we are. However, yesterday evening, I found a way.

It requires no more than a few pennies and a willingness to accept that what you are doing is cool and right.

Apparently, the way to make every man you pass want to ditch whatever head start they’ve had in life, and be YOU for  just as long as it takes to appreciate how they aren’t, and never will be YOU, is to walk down the street in rush hour, proudly cradeling a remote control car under your arm.

No matter how obviously better than me the guys I passed were, I could see in their soul exposing eyes that they wanted to be strolling, chest up, back straight, pride high, nurturing that 1/10 scale plastic dream.