This is what I presume they mean by a “slow news day”?
Apart from the usual bitching and sniping in political circles the only major story seems to be that they have discovered who sold the winning ticket in the €87 million lottery win.
What the fuck?
They haven’t found the winner, just the shop that sold the ticket. Now if this were the shop that sold the bomb that demolished some city in a terrorist attack I could understand there being an interest, but all they did was sell a lottery ticket, and they must sell hundreds of those a week?
“Mystery surrounds the identity of the €87m EuroMillions syndicate winners” So what? Mystery surrounds the identity of the motorist who drove a Fiesta on the M11 yesterday. Mystery surrounds the identity of the person who pissed in the telephone kiosk in the village last night [and it wasn’t me]. Why is it so important to know who these people are?
Frankly, I feel quite sorry for anyone who wins €87 million. It is a fucking stupid amount to give to anyone. What the hell do you do with it? The interest alone would be enough to provide a very healthy income for life. After you have bought your flashy mansion, your yacht and a fleet of cars you are still going to have millions left to worry about. I would go so far as to say that it’s damn near impossible to spend that kind of money unless you throw or give it away.
I once knew a bloke who came into a load of money, well up in the millions.
One day he announced to me with a smug smirk on his face that he had more money than he could possibly spend in a lifetime. I presume I was supposed to be jealous? Sadly for him, I wasn’t. I just felt a little sorry for him that in his world, money guarantees happiness.