I Tried to Scare London's Richest Road By Trick or Treating as the Tax Man
words: Bethan Kapur
I can’t get enough of ultra-rich people, but they want nothing to do with me. They hole themselves up behind gilded gates, and when they do leave their homes they’re chauffeur-driven in blacked out cars to private members’ clubs with “No Bethan” door policies.
No matter how many Made in Chelsea episodes I watch, or Wikipedia pages for Sunday Times columnists I read, I have no idea what Britain’s stinking rich are really like in the flesh. Enter: Halloween, an annual celebration founded to allow me to peer into strangers’ homes.
This year, I’m going to the priciest road in London to do just that – in the hope that a) I can get the measure of someone who’d pay £9,000 for a bottle of wine, and b) that they might absentmindedly hand me a 50. Of course, Halloween is about being scary, so I need a terrifying costume. And what scares the super wealthy more than anything? The tax man.
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