As the old adage goes, "If you're poor, you're mad, if you're rich, you're merely eccentric."
There are countless examples of this. The first one I came across in real life was when I was about twelve and visited Longleat with my dad. We paid extra to do a tour of the then Marquess of Bath's private appartments. This must have been in the late nineties.
Oh, my dears, the squalor! The filth! The nonchalant manner with which the guide showed us round a series of crazily Kama Sutra themed rooms, each one more unhinged and sexually explicit than the last.
And with bigger piles of dirty laundry and crockery in them. Often in very inventive places.
My poor Dad. He really didn't know what he was letting us in for.
The final flourish being the "Escape to sanity" scramble down some tatty back stairs, the walls hung with ghoulish portraits of his 'wifelets' done by mixing sawdust and oil paint together in a swirly-splodge nightmare.
I read on wikipedia just now that some of his wifelets were, "Sri Lankan teenagers." So make of that what you will.
If you had tried living like that on a more modest income...well, I don't what would become of you but you certainly wouldn't have the sheer brass neck to actually charge innocent members of the public a whole English tenner to see it!