My old mum
always used to stick a lottery ticket on for me. Right from the first ever draw, I'd had the same numbers, and despite me never handing over the quid, every week she'd put it on, and every time I won anything she'd give me the money. In around 10 years, I had garnered a massive £40 from this.

One day, though, she came over to me as I wandered into her house and handed me a lottery ticket. "Look" she said, with a little smile on her face.

I started reading the ticket. There they were, my numbers..... all 6 of them! My hand started shaking. I stammered "Oh..... Oh God! I've...... I've won?"

"Yup" she said, "a tenner. Better than nothing though, eh?"

Took about 10 seconds for my brain to stop shaking enough to realise the national lottery don't print out the drawn numbers on tickets and post them to your house.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Mon 25 Mar 2013, 4:00, Reply)