I have genuinely had a long-term obsession with the idea that if I won big on the EuroMillions I would be aggressively casual about it. For no reason other than not telling people I have won the lottery just strikes me as quite cool. I’ve never really seen myself as one of those “presented with a giant cheque” guys.
We’d be talking about a vibe shift, first and foremost. I would suddenly insist on eating out or ordering in for every meal; I would propose a trip to the pub and be the first person to offer to buy a round, my antipathy towards £7 pints having mysteriously evaporated. If I won the Tuesday-night EuroMillions, I’d still go to work on the Wednesday, but I would arouse my colleagues’ suspicions by not bringing a packed lunch in for the first time in a decade.
