A LESSON LEARNED

I spoke to my friend Lucy today. She’s been working on Super Yachts for a couple of years. In the Med in the summer, and the Caribbean in our winter.

I went on her yacht a couple of times last summer. Once in Cannes and once in Majorca when there were no guests on board – just the 16 crew. It seemed like a great life. Fun people and eternal sunshine.

It got me thinking at the time, and I’ve been thinking about it more while 
I’m sitting here staring at a silent phone and listening to doom and gloom on the news. So I emailed Lucy to see if she could get me a job on the yacht. Cleaning, doing the laundry – I don’t care what. It’s good money and it’s 
tax free.

But she phoned today to say she’d lost her job. It seems the credit crunch is even affecting the super rich yachting fraternity. She had two weeks notice and had to get off in St Maarten, where she’s now hanging out, looking for another job.

I'm in the home counties, freezing my proverbials off looking forward to hitting the dole queue tomorrow. No prizes for guessing where I’d rather be out of work. If only I’d spent less time investing in Topshop and The Crown & Two Chairmen, and more time investing in ISA’s when I had the chance, I too could be unemployed in St Maarten.
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