When I was in Philadelphia during the Depression in 1930 or '31 I got a very sad job as a night watchman in a garage. The cars in the garage had been abandoned by their owners since they had lost their jobs and couldn't keep up the payments.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
The problem with being British... I don't know if it's me being British or being raised a strict Catholic but you never really enjoy success.