His 'celebrity' lifestyle - whatever that means, has been well and truly earned, and is none of anyone's business. Size of house and stuff doesn't matter if you can afford it, IMO.
This campaign is the work of one miserable individual who is at odds with... well, life in Britain post 60s.
It won't be threatening, as the perpetrator is probably some aged thing in a dusty old house, nearby - who can barely get to the postbox, these days, let alone carry out any sort of act beyond opening a tin of sardines for their cat.
The Calamity Clan were at the receiving end of a couple of minor things recently, which I won't go into here - suffice to say I found out a few nights ago that it was all the work of some desperate case, who I unwittingly helped push a car for in bad snow a couple of years ago. No bloody wonder she looked a bit sheepish when I came to her aid. Odious shitbag.
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