Let Billy Bragg ... at least he has earned it
Poor old Billy Bragg was sent hate-mail by a maladjusted citizen. Writing from a right-wing perspective to folk in Bragg's Dorset village, the anonymous correspondent accused the socialist singer of "hypocrisy".
Funnily enough, all the Tories in the village have sprung to Billy's defence, praising his good, unsung local work. True, he's a decent lad, who can barely look at his sleeve without taping his heart to it.
Nor do I begrudge him his £1.5m house by the sea. It really is massive and I would have one too if I had the money.
It's just that, sometimes, I start to feel - not bitter or envious - but bewildered.
Sometimes, at breakfast, I read about the most unlikely folk and how much they earn and about their massive abodes.
Doesn't bother me, though I've a tendency to bang my forehead rhythmically into my bowl of porridge. Just for 10 minutes.
Seeing Manchester United star Wayne Rooney's stately home made me contemplate getting my pitchfork and LED flame-effect burning brand down from the attic.
But, come to think of it, what's wrong with Billy and Wayne having big houses? Rather them than bankers.
At least Billy and Wayne have touched my life, rather than just touching me for cash.