Ditch Shitter Just Wrote .....

Ditch Shitter Just Wrote .....

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Living In Eire .....


I was in my usual taxi today. Coming back from an errand I'd had to run for myself. Steve, the owner / driver, and excellent friend ~ as far as the guy that picks one up and drives ye into town and back a couple of times a week should be ~ stopped to buy some petrol.

He came out and got back in the motor. He said something about Lottery Tickets. Had a bit of paper in his hand. I turned my 'good' ear toward him in time to catch something very much to the effect of;

" £5M. I've (something). Bought a ticket ~ numbers. I could win. And, I can think of no one else I'd sooner see have those winning numbers than you. " With which he shoved this lottery ticket at me.

I'm so completely deaf in my right ear, I honestly don't know what the fuck's going on here. I didn't even know what to say to the guy. Because it was so out of the blue and insane. As far as I could work out;

There must be a £5M Jackpot this 'week' (? I know fuck all about 'The Lottery') and this mad fukka was trying to buy Me a winning ticket?! Just 'Because'.

Ok. I tried to hear, absorb, comprehend this, completely out of the blue, from a Very sober guy, gesture. Then I got a little lost for words. Then I changed the subject. Too much to take in. Embarrassing, frankly.

As we swung in down the Dog leg to the straight run towards my cottage, he'd somehow got back to 'my' potential, massive win. " Ditch; I'll bet £5M wouldn't change shit about your life, would it? " He said.

" What Would ye do, if ye got £5M? ".

I gazed out the window, for about half a second. Looked at the land we were passing. And said; " I'd buy some more land, off Pat. For my Rosie. That two acre field, down there. That'd do me.

But, in real life? I'd give you ye £5M. Your damn ticket anyway. You bought the fukka! "

Ticket's still in the inside pocket of my bod warmer. No idea what numbers are on it. Wouldn't have a clue how to check them. It's, doubtless, a worthless bit of paper. Like millions of others.

But, look at the gesture ......

How do I possibly sign off here? Dunno.
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  1. AnonymousAugust 1, 2010 at 4:53 PM

    Thats Ireland for ye mate ;)
    We are all like one big extended family out here.
    I remember nearly every year when I was a kid the local shop keeper giving my family a big turkey every Christmas, because he knew we couldn't afford one.
    They do hold a real generosity.
    God down to your local shop and ask the lady at the till to check the ticket for you anyways, but like you say... its the thought that counts!
    SAM

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