Ring around 13 Spikes

IF I got married I reckon I'd want to wear a ring like this.
Well actually I probably wouldn't. Aside from the fact that I would never be able to afford it - my political views wouldn't allow it.
It would be unethical to spend so much money on an accessory all for your single self.
It could be argued that it would last for a life-time in a way that a coat wouldn't.
But you could probably feed the starving world with the money this ring would beg in a single transaction.
Everytime I see high-end fashion pieces and the obscene amounts of cash demanded for it I feel a bout of nausea run through me.
As lovely as all the perfect-cut clothes, shoes, bags and the rest look - are they really necessary? Of course not.
Therefore it's a fact I find hard to condone in others and could never in my sane mind bring myself to do - if I had all the money in the world. Cliched but true.
I prefer simplicity and the ad-hoc spoils to be found after a rummage through charity shop rails. That kind of recycling to me makes more sense.
Because we live - and I'm speaking of the Western world here, in a place that is already so full of stuff its suffocating.
But then again in that same world that thrives on the next and newest best thing it is sometimes hard not to get carried away with the fanciful drivel thrown at you - see the self-confessing first line of this blurb.

On its own, it is a beauty.
It's called 13 Spike Ring - 18 carat gold and black rhodium with rubies.
The creation of British designer, Hannah Martin who makes men's jewellery or what I call "bloke's bling".
She says it's: "Jewellery for the decadent and dissolute. Derived from the masculinity of a rock and roll lifestyle.
"Welcome to a world of the fierce and glamorous where hedonism rules with opulance and men will find treasure beyond their wildest dreams."
That's a nice bit of copy but I fear unconvincing.
But if I suspend my disbelief and pretend I'm someone else I can almost believe her - for a moment and as long as it doesn't have a price tag.
For finding that out and knowing that there are people willing to pay for it would probably have me shouting to whomever is near enough "bring me a basin I want to be sick."