First of all, thanks for clicking.

Because personally, I hate lottery stories.

I grew up around a lot of habitual lottery players.

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All it takes is for someone to start in with, “My number is 4-1-2-7 exact order.

It came up 4-2–” and my defense mechanisms kick in.

I highly recommend it.

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So I sincerely appreciate you coming with me on this journey.

Because finally here is a lottery story worth listening to.

By that time his fortune had shrunk by 40 million, the Daily Record reports.

One financial expert said: Spending 40million in eight years takes a bit of doing.

Colin had suffered years of ill health and he and Christine divorced last summer after 38 years of marriage.

Just so we can put this in perspective, a British pound right now is worth roughly $1.25.

So that 40 million pound he pissed through is equivalent to $50 million.

And the 100,000 pounds per week would be $125,000, give or take.

There is winning EuroMillions, and then there is winning the jackpot of life.

It’s fair to say our dear, departed Colin Weir managed to do both.

A less bold man might have invested some of that money.

Put it into safe, reliable bond funds that return a steady yield.

Maybe set up some trusts for any future grandchildren to get to preserve this generational fortune.

But as they say in Scotland (probably; I don’t speak Scottish), fook that.

Instead, he put on an absolute clinic on how to spend money.

They say it can’t buy happiness?

But it can buy Bentleys, Jags, Mercedes and a majority share in your favorite team.

And those surely made him happy.

Otherwise people rich enough to afford them wouldn’t keep buying them.

But the real cliche here isn’t about money and happiness.

It’s the one that says “you might’t take it with you.”

Colin left it all on the great field of life.

There probably won’t be enough left for a proper burial.

Grab your suitcase and packing!"

“This is amazing!

Where are we going?

Should I pack my summer stuff or my winter stuff?”

I’m giving you one hour to get the fuck out my house!"

I guess he loved her seven out of his final eight years worth.

It’s a beautiful love story I’m sure.

But apart from that hiccup, he achieved absolute lottery winner perfection.

Let the rest of you take inspiration from his example.

Just remember that if you do, keep it to yourself.

None of us wants to hear your boring story.