I’ve been reading about Chris and Colin Weir, who won a record £161m on the Euromillions last year.
Apart from wishing it was me who had won, it got me thinking that all these big winners are predictably the same.
You can tell before you see them what they’re going to look like and what sort of things they will be saying at the press conference.
They all seem to want to buy modest things in comparison to the sums they’ve won and talk about how they’ll share some of their fortune with close family and friends.
But wouldn’t it be refreshing if someone said ‘first we’re flying to Las Vegas to drink ourselves stupid on Champagne, go wild at an MGM Grand pool party and open a high roller account at Caesars Palace.’
In fact it should be written in the terms and conditions that the first port of call for any millionaire winner of the lottery should be Vegas.
If you’re not going to enjoy your winnings, what’s the point in going in for it anyway?
I want someone to say ‘we’re buying his and her Bugatti Veyrons to tootle down the shops and back to get a pint of milk and a loaf of bread.’
Or that they’re planning to celebrate all future family birthdays with a fly-past by the Red Arrows.
And don’t get me started on the people who still plan to carry on working at the local supermarket despite having millions sloshing around in their Coutts account.
Why, why, why, would someone want to do this? Surely there’s a case for people being flogged in public for such behaviour.
Going back to work is ruining it for everyone. People want to see a lottery winner riding to the pub on the back of an endangered rhino or building their own private golf course and hiring Tiger Woods as their caddy for the Sunday morning fourball.
Didn’t the lottery tag-line used to be ‘it could be you’? They never showed someone in the adverts still turning up for work. No, it was all about yachts, fast cars and beaches.
People want to imagine the footballer’s lifestyle, not the same old 9 to 5.s