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I'm watching some tv and finding this "How to be a Property Developer" show informative. The question, "Will it be easy as they think to make a quick profit, or will they make some horrible - and costly - mistakes along the way?" has to be rhetorical.

Mr McCausland is coming on all strong man with his pointless, after the event, so-called sodding "advice" about how the participants have screwed up. I've just watched him commentating on the admittedly poor performance by a couple of girls buying a crap property at auction. What does he expect? - they are total amateurs. He winces as they are taken for a total ride by an unethical auctioneer who takes offers "off the wall" to get them to bid up to a silly price. Okay, it makes good tv but why not tell them a few things beforehand? It seems cruel and it annoys me.

The deal must be that the participants agree that they won't get much in the way of advice. Or is it simply that they are just arrogant and don't bother doing their homework or look for advice?

Still, the good news is that we punters are so much the wiser now.

An elderly couple decide to go to the doctor for a check-up. The doctor tells them that they're physically okay, but they might want to start writing things down to help them remember.
Later that night while watching TV, the old man gets up from his chair. His wife asks, "Where are you going?"
"To the kitchen" he replies.
"Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?"
"Sure."
"Don't you think you should write it down so you can remember it?" she asks.
"No, I can remember it."
"Well, I'd like some strawberries on top, too. You'd better write it down because you know you'll forget it."
He says, "I can remember that! You want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries."
"I'd also like whipped cream. I'm certain you'll forget that, so you'd better write it down!" she retorts.
Irritated, he says, "I don't need to write it down, I can remember it! Leave me alone! Ice cream with strawberries and whipped cream - I got it, for goodness sake!" Then he grumbles into the kitchen.
After about 20 minutes the old man returns from the kitchen and hands his wife a plate of bacon and eggs.
She stares at the plate for a moment and says - "Where's my toast?