One of my mates works at lottery HQ on the winners desk occasionally.
You can go in there on a Sunday (they send a car to pick you up) and they put you up in London and will give you a bunch of cash to be "going on with" while they sort everything out.

One mush asked for £50k in cash to tide him over for the 2 days it took to pay him his money. .
(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Tue 18 Mar 2014, 16:19, 1 reply, 11 years ago)

i bet that's depressing

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Tue 18 Mar 2014, 16:29, Reply)

He quite enjoys it.
Seeing the dawning realisation that their lives have changed forever.
(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Tue 18 Mar 2014, 16:32, Reply)

clearly he is a better person than me

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Tue 18 Mar 2014, 16:38, Reply)

well durr

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Tue 18 Mar 2014, 16:40, Reply)

he probably doesnt touch kids on the cunt for a start

(Bonzodog29 is an unemployed sponge of the worst kind, Tue 18 Mar 2014, 16:40, Reply)

Practically a saint then

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Tue 18 Mar 2014, 16:42, Reply)

No kiddy fiddling is the minimum requirement for a saint.

(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Tue 18 Mar 2014, 16:45, Reply)

Not for a Pope though eh kids

(Bonzodog29 is an unemployed sponge of the worst kind, Tue 18 Mar 2014, 16:47, Reply)