Saffron Wedding Albums

Imagine, it is a perfect sunny Saturday. Imagine you're out of the Belfry for a few rounds with Binky and his business associates. Imagine that you have to impress Binky and his companions to ensure that important deal in Saffron Walden. Imagine the ideal vehicle to get in. There should be a vintage Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow mark a 1973 model. Binky happen in its obvious you'd have Bentley and immediately impressed. The shareholders want to emphasize the aesthetic quality of such a fine, classic motor vehicle, when they look back over their shoulders with contempt the Bentley without character.



Along the way you tell stories between holes, like how you and Hugh Laurie has seen your breasts and played Scrabble for ten hours non-stop, or the only time you met Richard Branson at a function and you tell him right on his face punched. Theyd like that. Inevitably you'd win the round with a record score and return to the clubhouse back slaps and the agreement sealed.



Now imagine it on a Saturday. Now, imagine you are out of the same club to meet Binky and businessmen to secure the same transaction even development in Saffron Walden. But do not imagine that you have the beautiful, charismatic, Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow 73. Imagine that you arrive in a convertible Bentley Continental GTC, in all its slick, smarmy, sunglasses-wearing-driver-even-if-the-winter shame. Binky happen to the belfry of the Rolls-Royce holding the attention of business partners while you envious bumblebees in half arsed tales of public schools cricket matches and how Richard Branson Krug Clos du Mesnil spilled all over you, humiliate you in front of all the Sex Pistols. You hit hole after hole bogeys and finished with a score disastrous and refused entry to the bar members. The operation would be lost and Saffron Walden, instead of having a new hotel spa with special marriage Lodge, would the new ASDA Superstore Galactic / international airport. All this just because you didn't get in the damned Rolls-Royce.



Now I do not mean that driving a Rolls-Royce is associated with success, but I say driving a Bentley definitely doesn't. There are two types of success and wealth: the type of Bentley which is better suited to the Simon Cowell of the planet that can barely draw a pair of pants without asphyxia and Rolls-Royce. The Rolls-Royce is for those who have more dignity and a sense of character. It is for John Thaw and types that musty old who weave tales of parties with Ted Hughes and play squash with Ian Carmichael.



I do not want to seem somewhat archaic, and attack on people with new wealth. Far from it, if I had a million pounds Id be whistling around a Jaguar in costumes with my collar open Jay-Z screams over the loudspeakers. But one of the days when I'm not the golf club of this bloody Binky!