It seems there are only two modes of billionaire: deathly dull or unstoppably cringe

theguardian.com:

I ’m always disappointed by the outer reaches of my own imagination when I sit and idly wonder about myself as a rich person. For some reason “having a full-sized pool table” is always involved. Three holidays a year, that sort of thing. Maybe fly first-class. Maybe learn to drive, maybe have a chauffeur, I can’t decide. I think I would stop pausing when burrito places ask me if I want guacamole, but unlearning that behaviour would take a while.

I think there is a limit to how much wealth a human being can spend interestingly, and mine caps out just short of the £2m mark. If I were a billionaire I would, simply, be a very boring one. I would retreat into a gated mansion, get a VR headset for my PlayStation that I never use, then pay Robbie Williams to come over and be my mate. That’s about it.

I have to assume every billionaire is bored, then, because so many of them seem to end up spinning their wheels within their great glass palaces, watching their net worth jump and jag on a big five-screen set-up, and then – as sure as night follows day – starting to act in a way that can only be described as “cringe”. Elon Musk’s past couple of years, of course, have just been faintly embarrassing all round. The entire city of Neom, a vanity project of Mohammed bin Salman’s, is fundamentally cringe. (“Oh, so it’s a big long line, is it? And you’re going to build it by 2030, is it? Right, OK. And what is there to do? Oh, you’ve just got Ronaldo out there scoring triple hat-tricks to an audience of no one? Yeah, wow. I’ll book my flight.”)

And then there’s Jeff Bezos who, it was revealed this week, has had an intricately carved figurehead of his girlfriend Lauren Sánchez installed on the front of his $500m superyacht. Which is the sort