“Which one d’you like sweetie?” asked David Beckham.
Victoria Beckham looked at both boats carefully. “Well that one’s a Princess and got just a lovely walk-in wardrobe” she said.
“We’ll take it” David said to the sales rep, who beamed back.
“Wait a minute, let me finish. The other one is a Sun Seeker – now that sounds nice – and it’s got its own jacuzzi”
David smothered a groan and looked around at the London Boat Show. “There’s a hundred boats here, there’s got to be one for you here”.
“But you don’t understand, David, it’s got to be just right. When top international stars like us go to LA we’ve got to accessorise to show our class. I heard Paris Hilton and Britney Spears are getting a matching pair of speed-boats”
“Wish they’d get a pair of knickers”
Victoria gave David a slap. “Don’t say that – it’s those horrid paps”
“Yes, your paps are much nicer”.
Victoria smiled. “You know what I mean – look at how they were chasing that nice Kate Middleton, even after they promised they wouldn’t”.
“What-ever, you going to buy or what”
“I don’t know, does it come in pink?” she asked the sales rep, who nodded, smile fixed as if by superglue.
“Not pink, not pink again, call it Posh’s Palace, Brooklyn II, anything, just not pink”.
“It’s my boat, you get to choose the other toys”
“Yup, iPhone and all the best from the Macworld”
Victoria sniffed. “You spend too long on that Apple – who is this Michelle Manhart I found you searching for”
“You wouldn’t be interested” Beckham quickly said, “she’s a US military sort in Iraq, its international politics, very boring, not your cup of tea at all”.
“Oh”. Victoria had lost interest.
“Come on, I’ve got a meeting with the Florida Gators management team. Someone called Yvonne Decarlo or something like that.”
“Maybe not a boat” said Victoria, “but a car”.
“Now you’re talking” said David, perking up, “let’s go to the Detroit Auto Show”.
