Yep. Couple on my paper round (obviously this was a long time ago when a million was a lot of money), won the pools, over a million according to local gossip. The couple had a huge bungalow in these massive grounds. The name of the house was ‘winalot’ and after their great dane tried to shag me they took me in and we became friends (over a long time).
They were a proper working class couple who had got lucky but had lost all their old friends and were afraid to be friends with anyone else. After a few years of knowing me (and they were incredibly suspicious of everyone they met), they started opening up and told me how the people they were friends with before the win all started trying to rip them off after it. They had this massive house and grounds yet they still bought supermarket baked beans and tea. The bloke kept pigeons and the woman still cut coupons out of newspapers. They were so nice and money ruined their lives.
Me? I’d have razzed it up a wall and caught the clap.