Not a cry for transfer kitty help!
Just wondering how/if they changed? Did they try and keep it secret and disappear?
Or tell everybody and splodged it away?
Always fascinated when I hear about these big wins and how it affects those and the people around them.
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I know, the question was do I know anybody who won that much and I don't
It's more likely to end in tears than joy, unless he/she are exceptionally level headed.
Many celebrities and exceptionally rich people are fu%$ed up.
Think that's how it went
I'd live the best life ever, i'd change the lives of every person met. I wouldn't moan about it.
I know celebrities and non celebrities, on ballance i'd say the gen pop are more messed up.
But £184M, unless you lost it betting, or gave it away I can't help thinking it could cause more problems than it resolves.
If you gave it away there would possibly be arguments about what was gifted to who.
Nightmare for me.
We'll sort out your £250k ish nest egg and a new drum, then I'll take all the worrisome extra away and put it to good use so you can relax.
I won't even charge a commission. One little no u-turns NDA and we're done.
You know it makes sense.
Anybody receiving a gift from a winner in these circs who then quibbles even slightly can get lost, they'd never hear from me again, nobody needs that sort in their life.
I used to coach and manage him for 5 years in the very well respected local (Nottingham) Saturday youth team from U12 to U17, glad he won, as it will set him up for life, but without the opportunity to be stupid with it...he and his dad really nice people.
Id do free away train for my fellow fans.
More chance of winning than the main one or the Euromillions, but £10k a month for 30 years would more than do me - basically pays a mortgage on a nice house, bills, nice car, and leaves enough over to be comfortable, all whilst not having to work.
I agree, I think it's the suddenness of it that tips people over. I know/have known people with that sort of wealth, they are generally fine, but it's been achieved/grown over many years so you've sort of led up to it.
Those I've seen suddenly come into large sums whether lottery or otherwise have tended to in the end be the most miserable people I've known!
Overnight most of my constant, aching thoughts about things that need paying for are gone, as are those of my friends and family. Private healthcare for all! Mortgages be gone, HPI no more.
And then Travel becomes an occupation, travel in first class, to places I'd only seen on a map previously. I can pursue whatever frivolous hobby I'd previously looked enviously on at those taking part, like weekend motor racing, sailing, fucking yacht chartering.
I'd pay for boilers to heat the water in the North stand shitters and stick some Dyson airblades in there
I'd build a big fuck off house, with no neighbours for at least a kilometre or so with a pool and mental watersides, lakes, bars, a football pitch and a shooting range. And a bat cave.
I'd adopt all the animals out of the local RSPCA places that put them down and build animal shelters where packs of dogs and cats could live out their days however suited them and people would be paid decently to care for them
Any of these appeals for kids or adults needing to fund a trip somewhere for experimental cancer treatment would be funded.
I'd also pay that fucking god bothering tuneless, ranting busker down Chatham high street a grand to fuck off and never cast a shadow there again.
I'd buy my local, sort the heating out, redo the window frames, put a high rise cistern on the shitter on the saloon bar so the water pressure was there to deal with the more earthy and girthy Ambers that get dunked down there, I'd tidy the back garden up and pay off all the neighbours in tax-payer funded homes that live in a road thats only existed for 25 years next to a pub that dates back to the 1800s to stop their frivolous noise complaints every time a live band is on
And I'd sign Kane Wilson, Jack Tucker, Matt Stevens, Alfie May, Luke McCormack, Tony Scully, Harry Darling and Josh Cullen and tell whoever manages us next to get a tune of of them