met a lottery winner once. We were doing a dive on his private fishing lake. he kept talking about jetting off her there and everywhere. I jokingly asked if he had won the lottery and he said yes! He wouldn't tell us how much though. They were a real down to earth couple, who had been living on a grim council estate in the north when they won.
He said the night they won, they phoned Camelot, who came and picked them up and took them straight to a hotel in London. They then give them a Camelot credit card, which tides them over till they get the cheque on Monday. He asked for beer instead of champagne at the presentation.
His wife said that when they presented the cheque he took one look at it and gave it back to the Camelot rep and said it was wrong. She got all flustered and said it wasn't, then he pointed out he'd also won a tenner two lines down, so they had to change the cheque.
They never went back to their house, they just got a removal firm to go in and clear it the next day for them.
Oh to dream!
