I've Earned It!
Eighteen years ago, during the melee surrounding my arrest, I was injured by an overzealous Constable who twisted my wrist so much that it hurt for days afterwards. My lawyer knew my rights and pressed charges for assault against the Met on my behalf. Subsequently I was awarded twenty-five thousand pounds in compensation, which money hasn't been touched in all these years, swelling with interest into a very handsome little nest egg.
So you see it's not what you were thinking. I won't need anybody . I could go to Thailand and live like a king, with that kind of money. It's more likely to be that the young dreamer expects a handout from me, than the other way round. If he does think that he can think again; I've earned that money and he can do the same. Bloody sponger!