Life's a lottery
The National Lottery is proof to me that there is no such thing as Karma.

We've seen the scummiest detriments of UK society scoop jackpots of £20million and stick it up their noses and generally show us just how sad society is while the people who could really change themselves and better the lives of many people with even a modest win get nothing.

Personally I've never even won £10 on the lottery but would like to think with some capital behind me to ease the burdon of living costs I could do some really beneficial business ventures and operate on a no profit basis, thus providing both jobs and a productive output. Instead I sit here each day ensuring I can pay the interest the bank demands on the massive mortgage I had to take out to buy a modest house for my family to live in. Some months I think if I put in extra effort I could save up and do something great, then the gas company brings me back down to earth with this weeks letter telling me their upping my monthly direct debit to £73. That almost makes the £1200 council tax seem good value to live in this small rural town.

Wow, the bin men even turned up this week which means I reckon next week the council must be putting the council tax up to pay for the fortnightly visit to avoid emptying my bins if I've put 1 wrong item in among the 100 correct ones.

Yeah I'm sick of it. Bollocks, I'm going home. As soon as I've worked enough overtime to ensure I can put some diesel in the car to be able to come back to work tomorrow. Yeah that's great, work hard to be able to afford to go to work. Why the fuck do I bother.

Don't worry, I'll write something tomorrow to let you all know I'm not swinging from a rope or anything.
(golddust QOTW now revolves around being a cunt, Mon 25 Feb 2008, 17:58, 9 replies)

I quite agree
Bin men only visiting once a week? Good for raising maggots I suppose.

Petrol prices? Well, I'd cycle if I only commuted a few miles, but a 25 mile round trip is a bit excessive.

Gas bills going up - must be really great for those who decide that this particular expenditure is an unnecessary evil, and go without over winter.

Grr.

Could be worse though. I don't chuck away an extra couple of quids a week on the lottery. Saves me £100+ a year.

And I spend it on booze.
(Captain Skippy pooed in a bag and left it on your doorstep, Mon 25 Feb 2008, 18:18, closed)

It's crap being a responsible grown up.
I swear I had less worries when I was a druggie dole scrounger.
( girlinthehole, Mon 25 Feb 2008, 19:12, closed)

To be fair though, when it is won by a decent person
it's hardly going to be reported in the press is it?

This also reminds me of Jack Dee saying how a Muslim (I think) won the lottery and was criticised by some more strict members of his family for gambling. He replied "You're right. I'll never gamble again."
(Cuthbert Annihilator, Mon 25 Feb 2008, 23:40, closed)

Emmigrate mate.
I remember the hot summer of 2006 and the maggot and fly infested bins. Meaning we couldnt open the windows. The house was small and no where else to put the bins out. Well maybe out on the street, but then they probably would have got nicked. Yes chavs would nick maggot infested bins because they are animals. Resulting me in having to buy a new bin.

Then there was extortionate car insurance, the grid locked motorways. Expensive fuel. TV License, ridiculous council tax. And all for a modest wage. No way could i even consider a mortgage in the UK unless I happened to marry a rich sucessfull girl. (Sadly I attract the opposite) So there I was stuck in the rent drain.

After working for nearly 10 yaers in the UK since leaving work. I had no financial backing or major assets to show for it. The final straw was when my new car slidded on an ungritted road ending it.

So I emmigrated!! And Woo hoooo!!! Now I dont have to worry about ungritted roads because it never gets below 10C!! I dont pay council tax, no water rates, no electric no gas as its all included in the rent of a lovely apartment overlooking the seaside and marina for only £500 a month. Fuel is 54.9p a litre, Insurance was a bit cheaper. Road tax is like £50 a year if that. The sun shines brightly even in the winter months. There are communal bins that are emptied daily.

Life couldn't be better!
(Miggyman, Tue 26 Feb 2008, 8:36, closed)

Won't cycle 25 miles Captain Skippy?
Light weight! My commute is 50 miles and I manage it no problem. OK, 90% of the time it's by car, but only to allow me to recover from the 10% of journeys done by bike.
( SteamedCleaner, Tue 26 Feb 2008, 9:29, closed)

@Miggyman
Where do you live? I think I might have to move there, it sounds infinitely better than trying (and failing) to get on the property ladder in London...
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Tue 26 Feb 2008, 10:03, closed)

too right
If I had some money, I 'd leave this degenerate husk of country and move to Greece. There, I'd live in a simple stone house, grow my own veg, keep chickens and spend the rest of my life just subsisting in the sun.

But you need a shit lot of money to live the simple life.
(frankspencer, Tue 26 Feb 2008, 10:20, closed)

Couldn't agree more
I emigrated to Greece a couple of years ago and would recommend it to anyone. Reading your post made me shudder as I remembered what life was like back in the UK..
(Boar is dreaming of get rich quick schemes..., Tue 26 Feb 2008, 10:49, closed)

Well I'm soldiering on
forced myself to start another day and come to work (35 miles). Randomly was given the finger by some 40 something man in a newish salesman wagon on the motorway presumeably as I wasn't breaking the speed limit to the extent he wanted...?

The bin men made their fortnightly visit and I'm delighted to see they spilt cat litter from a neighbours house all over the pavement. I'd say the council will come along and clean it up but I've lived here 3 years and they've not once cleaned/swept it.

Never mind, keep working, keep paying the bills, keep going.
(golddust QOTW now revolves around being a cunt, Tue 26 Feb 2008, 17:35, closed)