Rich People: Thicker Than You Might Have Imagined

If I had to write stuff like this all day every day I would make time to throw myself out of a window before the first eight hours were up. Surely life is worth more than this? Or, as a LiS regular reader has it:

Plenty of cretinism here. It begs the question: if this service costs £50,000 annually, and only 50 places are left, what purpose is served by PRing it?