Worked in Lancelot place, Knightsbridge last year, out side "his and his" Lambo adventadores covered in parking tickets even though they had underground car parking.
2 Son's of an oil billionaire, like the grown up versions of those twins in Midnight express.
The way they spoke to the Phillipino housekeeper made me want to say something really insulting, I met the "Bodyguards" at the concierge desk, 1 ex marine and 1 an ex Scots guard, "hang about here for a min" he said "I just need to pop upstairs and see what state they are in" it was 2.30 in the afternoon!
They had rented 2 of the biggest apartments and were staying in one while the other one was being decorated and they wanted the very nice Grohe chrome brassware changed to gold plate, even wanted a gold plated towel rail, gold plated everything they wanted.....it's like a fkn illness with these people, there were boxes and bags from all the top shops everywhere, Tom Ford suits strewn on the floor and a suede purple Brioni bomber jacket that sells for 14k in Curzon street on the floor (ok it was a clean floor) there were framed football shirts and boxing gloves piles of expensive crap.
In one room above an amazing desk was an array of 9 samsung monitors which is where one of the brothers played online poker losing (he lost a lot according to the Scots guard) in another room was the biggest samsung tv I have ever seen.
I met the 2 brothers they were about as miserable as miserable can be, they had so much money it was actually boring and they got there kicks talking to people like they were slaves or something.
when I was asked to sign a non disclosure agreement I thought well This is actually ridiculous and made my excuses and left, on the the way out I asked the ex marine in the lift why they needed a body guard, "someone needs to look after them they can't manage it themselves" he said shaking his head.