“I’m
a megalomaniac when it comes to quality.” Surely due to Dave’s quality-awareness,
a two day auction at Christie’s of Princess Margaret’s bric-a-brac, royal
tat, bagged him and his sister a staggering £13.6m to pay off £3m
death duties on their mother’s £7.6m estate. “My children aren’t
royal (and that explains how Viscount Linley, David Albert Charles Armstrong-Jones,
is 12th in line for the throne), they just happen to have the Queen for
an aunt.” As do so many of us.
It
was reported that we-the-insignificant could contribute with as little
as a manageable, modest £50. Dream on. That very item we could have
pulled hair out over went for £550, while a silver paring knife valued
at £200 fetched £12,000…£15,600 for a menu Margaret once
perused, three plastic umbrellas for £2,400. Now, don’t you wish
you were rich? Dave is. His wealth is now estimated to be £20m. Not
bad for 800 items and two days work. “I never asked for any money at all
[from my family]…Look. I recognise people think I’m wealthy. I just wish
I was.” Maybe he was just biding his time, because he surely is now. Quite
the boot sale.
The
royals and the non-royals were all a bit miffed over Dave’s unbridled enthusiasm
when he flogged Margaret’s stunning diamond-studded wedding tiara and Pietro
Annigoni’s spectacular 1957 portrait that matches the Queen’s. It had been
said that the Queen bought the painting, but apparently Dave was shamed
into buying it back himself. That’s minus £680,000 from his sudden
fortune. He did get caught out when he tried to sell off fixtures and fittings
from a royal residence protected under heritage laws incurring a prison
sentence up to seven years. Do you suppose he could have taken his furniture
and staff…or was that just in the Tower?
Dave
has a history of unsentimentality. He pasted a ‘for sale’ sign on the Aston
Martin DB5 previously owned by Peter Sellers given to him by his father;
he shifted his mother’s beloved home on Mustique, given to him to avoid
inheritance tax leaving her reportedly ‘heartbroken’. So many memories.
He bought himself a £800,000 hunting lodge in Provence presumably
with the pecuniary reward.
He
owns a chain of restaurants, has his furniture shops, is a major shareholder
in a holding company, renovates hotels, does interior design and buys and
sells properties he and his family inhabit…his most recent one on the market
for £1.5m. His bank balance may not have been the talk of the tellers,
but it was always a matter of time. His wife, Serena, stands to inherit
a fortune from her father Viscount Petersham, who is in line to a vast
estate worth hundreds of millions when he becomes the Earl of Harrington.
Best not to spend it all once, Dave.
His
father feels he will sell anything that isn’t nailed down…as we have seen
first hand. “He’s up for anything if it’s free,” says a long-standing acquaintance.
So if you are ever inclined to send Dave a gift, maybe you should give
it a little think. Your engraved sterling silver box, cufflinks, bracelet,
letter opener, tie clasp, business card holder - To Dave, my dearest friend
in all the world - could end up on e-Bay within the day if a surplus of
£20m hasn’t changed the man.
TTFN
Maggie
Past Letters
Smile, You're On Candid Camera - 7 November 2006
Too Good To Be True - 22 October 2006
Putting His Money Where His House Is - 4 October 2006
What? Me Worry? 19 September 2006
It's a Bird, It's a Plane...It's a Controled Demolition - 11 September 2006
I Smell, Therefore I Am - 25 August 2006
I Can't Breathe in This - 16 August 2006
Is it Hot or is it Hell? - 29 July 2006
Be Ashamed...Be Very Ashamed - 2 July 2006
Dave's Big Clear Out - 26 June
No Jewellery on the Pitch - 7 June
'Baby You're a Rich Man, Too' - 26 May
My Hair Made Me Do It - 10 May
Foot in Mouth Disease - 22 February