Newspaper article The Evening Standard (London, England)

Wake Up and Smell the Coffee; WORK as Brooklyn Beckham Turns Schoolboy Barista Libby Caudwell Finds the Jobs to Beat the Billionaire out of You When You're Born Rich

Newspaper article The Evening Standard (London, England)

Wake Up and Smell the Coffee; WORK as Brooklyn Beckham Turns Schoolboy Barista Libby Caudwell Finds the Jobs to Beat the Billionaire out of You When You're Born Rich

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Byline: Libby Caudwell

AS IF Brooklyn Beckham wasn't perfect enough. At 15, he is routinely spotted killing it on the red carpet with a brooding squint, impeccable tailoring and a Spice Girl on his arm.

Now a report in the Daily Mail suggests he has taken a weekend job in a coffee shop for PS2.68 an hour. Which cafe he's working in isn't clear, but it's said to be in west London. It could be a trendy independent. It could be Starbecks. Either way, Brooklyn is spending his Saturdays grinding coffee beans, no doubt breaking hearts and certainly rising higher in the nation's esteem. With a different set of parents and morals, his weekends could have looked very different. Underage drinking, drugs, sex and self-destruction is the near-inevitable path of many a rich kid -- perhaps because when you have experienced so much so young, there is nothing left to strive for, nothing left to excite you. When a private jet leaves you cold, I guess cocaine might seem like a possible solution.

David and Victoria have been vocal about their belief in teaching their children the value of hard work, and it's probably the greatest gift they could give their children.

I also come from a very wealthy family. In 2006, my father, John Caudwell, sold Phones4u, the company he built from scratch, for PS1.5 billion. It was only then that he began to spend the money he had worked so hard for.

While I and my siblings were growing up, there was not a whisper of glamour. Dad abhorred wastefulness, entitlement and whingeing and wouldn't accept those qualities in his children. He has eased up somewhat, perhaps as he is satisfied Continued on Page 32 Continued from Page 31 that we have turned into decent human beings. We were never given money to fritter. Counter-intuitively, my dad's great generosity was in not giving us a pile of money that we couldn't handle.

Nevertheless, he did give me an allowance to see me through university, so unlike Brooklyn, I never had a weekend job. When I was 18 and wanted to go travelling, I worked on the shop floor at Phones4u to pay for it. Selling contracts; crying in the stock room; taking cig breaks even though I didn't smoke. …

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