Chancer
I’ve decided that on my forthcoming trip to Scotland, I’m going to play the British National Lottery.
The plan: Buy one lucky dip ticket for the main Lotto draw, every day that I’m in the UK . None of those scratchcards or EuroMillions bollocks for this punter.
I’m aware that the lottery is a mug’s game, and the statistical odds are crappy, and all that. Don’t care. Pappa wants a HDTV.
Indeed, Joy & I have been quite lucky on previous trips. On our cruise to Alaska, the very first quarter Joy dropped into a slot machine netted her $80. Of course, we pissed that up the wall, and I now have a conspiracy theory that on cruises, the slots are looser at the start of the week to trick passengers to spend more as the week goes on, but luck nonetheless.
It doesn’t hurt that UK lottery winnings are tax-free. And there’s no need for Uncle Sam to find out, right?
On Sunday, August 13, 2006, TC commented:
Well, the chances of Uncle Sam finding out would diminish exponentially if you didn't blog about the attempt... of course, if you won, you could make a fortune buying real estate in Edinburgh that you could rent out to your Yank friends trying to put on Fringe shows. ;)