£45m...
Can you imagine living with that sort of cash? I can. All the things you could do. The endless possibilities. I'm hoping against hope that it's someone I know. If you're reading this, just £100,000 will do me. Or if you're feeling particularly generous you can pay off my mortgage instead. Thanks.
I do hope whoever has won it has got plans. There's nothing more dispiriting than those who say it won't change their lives. Well, why ever not? You enter this kind of competition just so it will change your life. So why do you want to carry on as normal?
I remember way back when the pools was the big way to land yourself a fortune. It'd be won by a sixtysomething cleaning lady from Gosport who was pictured receiving a giant-sized cheque from Robin Nedwell. When asked what she was going to do with it she'd say she wasn't going to give up her council house or her job. She was clearly a educationally sub-normal dullard because anyone with even half a brain would be on the next plane to Aruba to have a long, hard think. It just shows a lack of imagination.
Who doesn't find themselves daydreaming about their Brownstone apartment overlooking Central Park, or their lakeside cabin in the wilds of Canada or their ski lodge in Vermont or their canalside house in Amsterdam with candles in the window or their faithfully recreated 1960s penthouse apartment in Mayfair and the huge party they'd throw for all their friends in Paris? Sigh.
There's nothing more frustrating than Dennis and Myra Bonkers winning £8m and telling everyone they'll be staying in the house they've lived in for 30 years and just perhaps splashing out on a new fridge freezer and a fortnight in Ventnor. It's such a waste! Throw it my way, I'll help you spend it. Aren't simple folk boring?
Tell me you have dreams...
