Don't tell me...

Big, big row. He told Richard he "wasn't that interested in money". Actually, he said "all" his friends despise the way our generation has been so...whatever.

The little...!

That's what Richard said.

Barnaby told us public school had given him an "unbalanced view of the world".

You just want to shake them till their teeth rattle sometimes...Anyway, now guess what? He's decided to become a teacher...

Oh. Oh gosh.

Because he wants to "put something back".

Oh goodness...

He said bankers were immoral. Only he put it a lot better than that. Thanks to his extremely expensive education...I said, does that include your father? Because if it does, you had better put that cheese sandwich you're eating right back in the fridge, seeing as it was your dad's immoral money that paid for it!

Touché!

He wants to "put something back", he can put the bloody cheese sandwich back!

Brilliant!

So. He's going to be a teacher. Which means scrounging off us till the day we drop. Of course.

Well...

I told him - he can kiss the pretty girlfriends goodbye. They won't touch him. Not when he's wearing elbow patches and stinking of Nescafé.

You are awful! What did he say?

Oh! He gave this ridiculous sort of beatific smile.

Well...if it's what he wants...

Absolutely...With his instant coffee, and his miserable little house in Croydon, and his hideous wife. Who probably dresses from Next...Oh God...Sometimes you wonder why we even bothered.

By the way, I don't suppose that internship's still going?