I can count on one hand the number of people who wrote me a thank you letter after having an interview, and I gave almost all of them a job.
My favourite thing in my wardrobe is my jewelry.
It doesn't matter how many A-levels you have, what kind of a degree you have, if you have good manners, people will like you.
The way you personally communicate is 90 per cent of how you will be evaluated by any future employer.
In falling over in heels while trying to look attractive, you don't just hurt your body, you bear the humiliation of injuring your very soul. Physical pain? Whatever, bring it on. But the humiliation? Oh, you have seen to the very weakest part of me.
A good school teaches you resilience - that ability to bounce back.
The modern world is a meritocracy where you earn your own luck, old school ties count for nothing, and inherited privilege can even lose a guy a clear parliamentary majority.
There's a difference between being posh and being rich.
Polo drifts gently in and out of fashion.
A good education gives you confidence to stick up your hand for anything - whether it is the job you want, or the bloke. And the more you stick up your hand, the better your chances are that you will get what you want.
No matter how irrelevant social class now is, even the most eager egalitarian must be quietly proud that the posh English rose is still an industry standard for peerlessly sophisticated beauty.
Being chaotic isn't cute.
There's no snobbery or resentment from serious polo people towards those who just come for the party.
By doing, you become employable. It doesn't matter what the job is; by working, you learn new things, meet new people and are exposed to new ideas.
The Mark Birley fan club, of which epic American socialite Nan Kempner says she's the oldest living member, follows him doggedly.
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