LL will not be turning into the Evening Standard's property section any time soon, but news of a bricks and mortar nature has filtered through about Elton John's new pad.
Apparently the writer of mint tunes like Rocket Man, Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting and my own personal fave
is moving into a meaty gaff on the corner Graham Terrace, SW1. It's no surprise to report that it's the most imposing, expensive and coveted house on the street. The Duke of Westminster owns most of the manor but clearly doesn't mind flogging part of it it on to the nation's favourite toupee-wearer.
Sources tell me the Duke himself is a personable chap and what is in little doubt is how well he treats his staff. All manner of perks are available to his employees with some enjoying knock-down mortgages on Belgravia homes and pension deals the rest of us plebs can only envy.
Sure, he's worth a bob or two, but if he can take the sort of measures which ensure a decent degree of loyalty, what's wrong with the corporate world following suit?
Is it me or are there more flies about than usual this year?
Saturday 20 June 2009
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