Wednesday 27 January 2016

How Basil won £33m on the lottery


A bizarre premonition/hallucination came into my head this morning : my no-good maid, Basil, with her... er.... winning lottery ticket.

The English tabloids have pounced on the story of tragic, gran-of-four Susanne Hinte, from Worcester, whose £2 lottery ticket accidentally went through a complete washing machine cycle, only for her to later discover that the ticket matched all 6 numbers and she was the probable winner of £33 million.   Unfortunately, the ticket came out from the wash less than shipshape fashion and her claim is being fiercely debated in many circles.  As I was eating fish 'n' chips the other night, I read about Susanne Hinte's sorry story beneath the leftover cod bones and vinegary newspaper wrappings in my lap.  Police have warned that people attempting to defraud the lottery will be arrested and jailed.   Basil, my maid, has been transfixed to the TV news since, and keeps asking how she can possibly win the lottery and she then listed the 101 things she would do with the money (Number 1: Buy a House in Basildon, Number 2: Get the World's Biggest Boob Job).


Susanne Hinte's lottery ticket (above) went through a boil wash
but she claims she is still entitled to £33 million.

Fanny, as you may have read on a toilet wall, loves to play the lottery and has a thing about coloured balls.   Yes, my latest collection of multi-coloured sponge anal beads is actually numbered 1 to 59 and these small, comfortable balls have been known to pop out of their resting places at the most inopportune moments.  The surfacing of an anal bead - or even two at the same moment - even during a dinner date or an evening of fine opera, is a great way to pick lottery numbers!  Although it does give me a bout of indigestion.

Lovely squidgy anal beads, all carefully numbered.  When they randomly pop out from my crack it makes for a great way to chose lottery numbers.
 

Guess what? 

I just won £33 million.  What an amazing coincidence!  How did my numbers come up?  Well, it's a little trick I learnt as a child in the boring 1980s, watching Blue Peter.  

You're going to need some scissors, some sticky-back plastic (in other words, sellotape) and a little bit of patience.  Carefully, note down the six winning lottery numbers, and then, retain your old lottery ticket which didn't win jack-shit.  Then, go out and buy a new lottery ticket, using last night's six winning numbers.  Back at home, using the scissors, cut off the bottom half of the new lottery ticket, showing all six winning lottery numbers, and using the sticky-back plastic/sellotape, carefully sellotape the old ticket's date and time on top of the new ticket, making one new ticket.  There you are!  You now have a winning ticket.  As Blue Peter used to say, "here's one I made earlier".


As it turns out, I sent my maid of work, Basil, out to Lottery Headquarters with the (*sniggers out loud, uncontrollably*) winning ticket.  It was the least I could do in exchange for the lovely runny boiled egg breakfast she served me this morning, which, in other words, was a recipe of salmonella.  Basil's pudgy, unmanicured fingers snatched the sellotaped lottery ticket from my hand like a half-starved peasant and she was off at the speed of a greyhound after a hare.


"I can taste it now, Fanny" she chortled as she went out the door, "all that lovely fizzy champagne they give you when you win gushing down my throat.  I'm going to buy a Ferrari.  Thank you so much for allowing me to go and collect the money on your behalf".

9 comments:

  1. I have the feeling your not going to being seeing Bazil for some time. I would like a couple million, but that sounds like a lot of work, and my handi craft is not so swift. I'll just keeping dating wealthy old men. After all, my place is beside the rich and powerful, on top of the rich and powerful and underneath the rich and powerful.

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    1. Underneath the rich and powerful? That's just where I like to be too! x

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  2. I'm going to try this out on my maid of all work Carmen, the next time she serves up that slop she calls risotto, made with, I suspect, tinned rice pudding from Aldi. If I won 33 million on the lottery, I'd buy myself a run down council estate, something similar to where Susanne lives and build myself a luxurious gated mansion, I'd have a fleet of expensive cars, all chauffeur driven, an orchard, an orangery and a outdoor swimming pool. I'll even make myself lady mayoress and have parades so the poor can adore me on a daily basis, but they are never to make eye contact with me, otherwise they could face eviction.

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    1. I would love to try and educate the working classes, but I fear it would take a lifetime.

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  3. I would open a school for young ladies and employ you lot to teach them.
    Sx

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  4. ....if I won the lottery that is. Apologies, I was so transfixed by the comments above mine that I forgot how to form proper sentences.
    Sx

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