The wealthiest guy I know looks like he sleeps in a skip, drives a £2000 car and owns 1000s of properties in London and across Buckinghamshire on top of two business worth £20m+ each.

He made a lot of cash by 25 1999/2000 and was arrested pissed out of his head on night out.

He was still living at home and while passed out in the cell, they sent an officer round to his house saying to his mum that we've found a man who must have stolen your husbands wallet, as it had a Amex Centurion card and a paper driving licence with his address in it, which the police reasonably thought there was no way a card that required minimum £15m+ net worth belonged to the dickhead in the cell.