>Like nearly everyone else I have some, want more and need less. I am smart enough to know that it delivers little in terms of genuine happiness, but I also reconcile this with the knowledge that I know exactly what I would do if I came into some money. Of course, I would use it wisely, settling debts and creating savings and security for my family. Of course I would.

That’s not the point though, is it. The real point here is that I (like you) am, in effect, waiting for money to arrive to solve my problems. But the reality is that I don’t really have problems, I’ve just not got a completely simple life. I don’t have lots of money in the bank, a mortgage free house, cars that never break down, and a job I do for love.

People say that we live in different times now, but really we live in times not massively different from others, because they’re all relative to expectations. We seem to expect more for ourselves than we have at any point, the familiarity of ownership breeding our contempt. I believe that this has always been so, and it will always be the case, that people feel they are due more than they currently possess. It’s the cult of celebrity, a relatively new phenomenon, however, has exacerbated this by promoting the dull and ignorant into the limelight, on the basis that people will associate and empathise with these ‘real’ people, and consequently patronize the TV channels and sponsors associated with them. It’s a pure marketing strategy, and fair enough, but it’s confused people’s perspectives.

We see the rise of the chav superstars, the millionaire Big Brother stars, the X-factor scumbags, N-Dubz, Cheryl Cole, Wayne and Coleen Rooney, the list is endless and it keeps growing. It’s relentless and painful – the onslaught of these people with no real value, being swamped with money and relentlessly paraded and presented as ‘normal’.

The biggest con of the 20th century was the elevation of normal people to celebrity status. To be famous for fame, celebrated for only your notoriety is a pathetic indictment of society, but a part of it that continues apace with it’s glamourisation of imbeciles and victims. But it’s really the taunting nature of this celebrity which is so bad. People are reminded time and again of the lack of the famous person’s attributes, but that they are famed and remunerated anyway. So, it continues that people are reminded of their own lack of disposable income, money that they cannot fritter away on clothes, cars, holidays, jewellery or whatever else these people seem to spend all of their time doing.

The money factor is interesting in these people also because, for all of their wealth, they seem to gain little solace and happiness from their difficult and complicated lives. They are born into lives of mis-matched relationships, damaged psychologies and limited mental capacity and so, notwithstanding the money they have, they continue like this. They have repeated damaging marriages, spats with managers and entourages, break ups with friends and family, bleating and weeping showcases in the pages of the cheapest weekly tabloids, on a weekly basis. All of this is because they are who they are, and the money hasn’t changed that. It cannot change the core of person, except to make them worse, more self-centered, paranoid or depressed. The stupid people just have more expensive ways of doing all of the self-destructive things they dreamed would be goals they’d never attain. So they get drunk on more expensive booze, take better drugs and get beaten up and pass out in more expensive homes and hotels. But they still do it.

I know that you’d not hear about this stuff, because it wouldn’t be car crash enough (the only thing we like more than a scumbag doing well is someone utterly fucking it up) but I don’t recall ever hearing about a council estate, low income ‘celebrity’ getting loads of cash and doing something long term and wise with it. No-one has ever, to my knowledge, gained loads of X-factor cash and invested it into mutual funds, paying of 80% off of their mortgage and spending more time with their family.

Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if they do, but there’s the rub again. We don’t care, because we actually want to salivate after the bling-wearing, Cristal-slurping, sex-texting, Caribbean-holidaying, photo-shooting numbskulls with the money, or the money we think that they must have.

It all comes back to the money=happiness equation though. Money could certainly buy you the ability to be happier, because it could get rid of a few things that make you unhappy, or annoyed at least. But it can’t actually make you happy. Not if you have a mind and a desire for enrichment of the soul. All money actually does is make you feel as if you’re missing out, and you could spend the rest of your life waiting for your moment, and cursing that it hasn’t arrived yet. Grasping that lottery ticket and feeling astonishment and anger when you don’t win, but someone wins, so it could/should be you, shouldn’t it?

No, it shouldn’t, and you’d do best to remember that because the longer you spend moaning to yourself, the quicker your life will ebb away and the more jaundiced and faded a person you will become.