Thanks to a pair of idiots in Queensland and some boring fellow in South Australia, I did not win the $106 Million jackpot lotto prize this week. They did. The bastards.
I was really cross about it because instead of trying to find my way through the chaos in my house this week I sat here on my uncomfortable but pretty B&B sofa and planned out every last dollar. So to miss out was a double blow. A.)because I've had to cancel my Gulfstream order and B.)because I now have an entire week's worth of washing to fold and put away and I really can't be bothered.
What really annoyed me was the couple in Queensland who said they would still be going to work the next day and really had no idea what they'd do with the money. Go away. How can you not know what to do with the money? I discussed this with Alli today and she agreed they don't deserve to win on that basis alone so they should forfeit their $50M and give it to us because we know EXACTLY what to do with it and nobody will be going to work the next day.
I love setting aside some daydreaming time to imagine what I'd do if I won a huge sum of money. Do you? One thing I don't daydream about is who I'd invite to dinner if I could invite anybody I wanted, dead or alive.
You know those magazine articles that come out on Sundays, they always ask who you'd invite to your last supper. People often say -oh Oprah... Elvis...Dalai Lama... Gandhi. Not me.
I would hate to have a celebrity round for dinner. What on earth would I cook? And what on earth would I talk about? Seriously, I don't have anything clever or funny to say so why would I want some intimidatingly clever/accomplished person sitting here at my dining table eating my uninspiring cooking and listening to my boring drivel? I would hate every single minute of it.
I always cringe when I see that question in magazine interviews. Do you?
Speaking of hanging out with celebrities, lets talk about Twitter. I was late to join that party and I must admit I'm still not up with all the Twitter lingo like follow fridays and what the little # symbol means.
One thing that I find really strange about Twitter is the way you can follow a famous person and make comments to them, and then they can either ignore you or reply via a direct message instead of a tweet which to me seems a bit like the cool kid at school only talking to you when the other cool kids aren't watching.
Another thing I find interesting is that it seems to be the rather low brow/ D-grade celebs who ignore their followers and then the really bright stars are the ones who have the manners to reply. Or that is my (limited) experience of it anyway. You know what is rather tragic but true?
I got a kick about unfollowing certain famous people who ignored my tweets. Objectively I know they probably don't even read my tweets and couldn't give a stuff whether I follow them or not, but there is something empowering about clicking remove on Twitter just like hitting that button on Facebook that de-friends someone. A bit like hanging up on some wally at a call centre, isn't it? I mean let's face it, they don't give a stuff but we feel a teeny tiny bit of power when we slam down that phone, don't we? Or am I the only one who is happy to hang up on rude call centre staff?