Think I would have a big house with workshops and restore 70s and 80s motorbikes .
Also grow lots of food. That should keep us busy in the week.
Then with a 3 day weekend go to a posh hotel somewhere in The Med eat gorgeous food, snorkel and ride my bike.
Woo sister in law.
HORA!
I like to think that rather than just bum around holidaying/riding/watching tv (which obviously I would do to some extent) I'd be working a lot harder than I am at the moment, maybe charity work or putting a team together to create the awesome computer game that's been in my head for the last 10 years, etc.
Don't think I'd need £30M though, I reckon £500k would be enough for me to see out my days very comfortably without having to work again!
Yes I would. Maybe its best I dont win 8)
I would be woken by the singing of a mermaid where upon my wallah would present my warmed slippers and smoking jacket. The governess would then bring the children for inspection and I would scold them for being improperly turned out, even if they were not. Asquith, my butler, would then hand me my gilded blunderbuss and we would head in to the hunderd acre orangery (that's like a big conservatory to you, wretch) to shoot a unicorn for breakfast (which would be cooked using lasers).
Once replete I would take the air in the garden with that days mrs stabiliser and I would have a poet cascade sililoquies upon her whilst i decided which otter to have for lunch. Once said otter had been jugged and consumed I would take to my bicycle and ride the trails in the drawing room for a few hours, applauded upon my deft skills by an appreciative host of flunkies. I would have grown tired now and so i would retire to the spa to recieve invigorating treatments at the nimble hands of a number of masseuses.
Dinner would be an informal affair with a few heads of state and captains of industry to whom i would refer as bell ends throughout. The evenings entertainment would consist of music from Berlin Symphonic, a series of amusing tableaus by the RSC follwed by strippers. And then to bed.
I honestly don't think you'd be able to live a life where you didn't "do" anything, and just having the ability to go wherever you pleased or do whatever you liked wouldn't be enough to fulfil you.
A life where you didn't "do" anything is a different life from one where you can go wherever you please and do whatever you liked. I'm very confident I could make the latter extremely fulfilling 🙂 The problem is too many of us spend too much of our life doing jobs that aren't all that fulfilling. Having enough money to remove that problem is a very nice dream.
Anyway, back to fantasy land...
Dinner would be an informal affair with a few heads of state and captains of industry to whom i would refer as bell ends throughout
That is the best thing I've read this week! Genius!
**** you lot I'd be off somewhere warm but not too hot (Hawaii?) where I could ride all day every day if I wanted.
I've always wished I had more time to do touring. Just very relaxed riding about on a bike, stop when I'm tire. No schedule, no deadlines.
So that.
get up, leisurely breakfast somewhere in the world, ride my bike for a bit, dinner, ride my bike for a bit more, tea, stay somewhere else.
I'd try and follow the summer but having a break every now and again to go skiing
I'd wake up in New Zealand or Perth WA, open my veranda to the sound of crashing waves, grab my 75ltr board, rig a 4mtr up then chuck it in back of my pickup and head the 40mtrs to the beach then go play in the waves. Come home, shower, lunch, crash out in the garden, get ready to head north/south into the vast wilderness mountains, jump on my bike and go play near my mountain retreat, crash there for the evening (or two) then head back to the beach at some point to do some more windsurfing.
Might chuck some sails in the Swan 70footer and head around some islands, but that would mean a bit of preparation and at the moment I don't think I can be all that bothered 😆
Sign up for tinder. Immediately.
Finally find out if the trails really do come alive.
(And report back scathingly if this is false)
As a regular lottery player I have thought about this from time to time.
It would depend where I am as with a lottery win I'd have multiple homes around the world, UK in Surrey Hills, Switzerland in the Alps, something on the coast / lake somewhere with great sailing.
Awake not too early, breakfast and catch up on the news.
Walk/hike, cycle, ski or sail at sometime during the day, perhaps all day
Do some research for my next great holiday / extended vacation, discuss with my adult kids to see if they'd like to join.
Get in touch with my "family office" who'd be managing the money, run through a few investment ideas
Look at a few potential "toy" purchases, enjoy the ones I've got
Probably start a car restoration business, something that would just about be economicaly viable, fun to dip in and out of but wouldn't require managing too closely if I fancied going traveling for a few months.
This business has side benefits of also requiring stuff like a test track to be built, a 3D replica of Monaco, but with run-off areas 🙂
I won last week. I cashed in my £3.20 and went on my merry way with an extra £3.20 in my pocket. It's still there building interest.
Yacht. Spend the rest of my life seeing the world.
I'll wake up in my Bodega and olive grove in Northern(ish) Spain, not too far from the mountains or Barcelona (such a thing may not exist so I'll build it)just to keep my mind ticking over with producing fine wine and olive oil.
head out in one of those huge camper trucks with internal bike store to park up in the mountains .
Then ride my bikes while I wait for the coke and hookers to be delivered. 😀
I guess like others that don't have family commitments my morning routine would likely involve trying to get over a hangover and picking crusty white stuff from my nose. Other than that I wouldn't want a routine, I'd be doing a mix of travelling and enjoying various rich guy toys, the amount of which would depend on the size of the win. I could seeing it getting a bit tiresome after a few months though and wanting some project to work on (work in a very loose sense of the word), assuming I survived that long.
I'd use some of the money to attain Roman Abramovich levels of wealth, I want to be able to laugh at Simon Cowel for having a smaller boat than me.
On a more serious note, I'd carry on studying and I'd buy myself a big library 🙂 I'd also invest a lot of my money in philanthropic endeavors..
A few unbelievably incredible houses in nice places - one being near where I live, close to friends/daughters friends
Lots of holidays
Lots of bikes
Lots of fast cars
Lots of animals
Lots of fine whisky
Lots of fine coke
Lots of fine food
Personal gym
Amazing stereo/entertainment system
Games rooms
Fantastic clothes
Absolutely no routine whatsoever - I hate routine
Absolutely no work - if I chose to do something resembling work, it wouldn't be work, because I would be doing it for a hobby
Do good stuff for people less fortunate than me
Do good stuff for animals
No such thing as a daily routine for me with millions in the bank.
Some of the things I would get up to:
Riding bikes
Snowboarding
Surfing
Travelling (somewhere hot in winter, whistler in summer)
Eating out a lot
Viagra and hookers (don't do coke anymore)
Driving fast cars
Drinking fine wines and whisky, in my library surrounded by old books.
I'd be a bit like Hugh Hefner and Travis pastrana crossed together.
simple really, Id just start every day thinking... what would michael carroll do?
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actually Id quite like to do an archaeology degree
and buy a bikepark
Actually yes, my business might well be a bike park in some rural area. Generate some wealth for the local economy, and have my own bike park 🙂
Would you have a bike policy for your bike park that would allow you to eject ner do wells on BSOs?
Drop down to a 4 day working week. Buy holiday place in Northern Italy, travel a bit.
And as part of helping the community I'd buy On-One / Planet-X and shut them down immediately, thus, saving people from mistakenly buying their shoddy cr*p ever again.
And as part of helping the community I'd buy On-One / Planet-X and shut them down immediately, thus, saving people from mistakenly buying their shoddy cr*p ever again.
Hmm, we seem to have issues here....
I wonder if I could buy snowdon off hopkins and turn it into a bonkers DH park 🙂
Would you have a bike policy for your bike park that would allow you to eject ner do wells on BSOs?
Nope, they are welcome to show MAMOOFs (Middle Aged Man on Orange Five) that it's not about the bike 🙂
Although I did think of a way of getting them to eject themselves. Long fast descent with a water splash into a 180 degree berm, right infront of the permieter fence. BSO kid comes hurtling down the hill, through the water splash, crappy brakes don't stop him, hits the berm straight, takes off and clears the fence out of the park. Possibly having him land in a foam filled pit that the police can come and clear out every evening and arrest them for being ne'er do wells on BSOs.
There's a direct relationship between how much I'm enjoying my job and how much time I spend daydreaming about the lottery win - at the minute, I'm thinking about it a lot. 🙂 So -
During the week, I'll be at my coastal residence, up early and a quick half hour in the underground swimming pool, breakfast with the news then out for the day doing either;
- a nice road ride
- a day at a trail centre
- a track day in the Caterham
- a track day on the Ducati
- a day on the trail bike
- a day in the garage restoring something old, etc etc
I'd be quite happy to have a stab at cleaning an maintaining the kit, on the proviso that there's a local mechanic I can call to finish what I've either got bored halfway trhough or broken to a point beyond my ability to fix. After tea, I think I spend an hour or two in study, for an OU degree or a language or a musical instrument, before a walk on the beach for sunset and a glass of wine by a roaring fire with a good book from my vast and expansive library. That's during the week - for the weekends Mrs Pondo and I would hop into the Beechcraft and fly to our city town house where we'd spend a couple of days in idle revellry. Once or twice a year, we'd get out the atlas, pick a country and go spend a month there looking about.
Yeah - that'd about do. 🙂
I fancied buying some really dull bog standard 20 year old car, like one of my previous Passats, and restoring it to showroom condition. As a sort of ironic joke 🙂
I'd woo hora's sister-in-law....
Big House, with a horse shoe shaped garage were all the doors open at once, so I can peruse which inappropriate car to go out in. Have a huge workshop for 'projects'(Busa engined mk1 mini, rally cars, crossers)
I'd open a not for profit outdoor education centre, put a manager in to run it and then 'work there' when I wanted.
Buy houses in Colorado, Alps, New Zealand, Monaco, London, and travel between them in my own plane/helicopter. Then in a 'Count of Monte Cristo' way screw a few people over, with a cunning plan.
Travel
Learn to drive, nice car
Make sure family was ok for cash
Flat in San Francisco, make sure I had enough money to live on comfortably, give the rest away
I think I'd invest it and give the proceeds away, rather than giving away the cash. That could wait til I die.
How much would you have to win to make sure you could live off the interest? Do you have to pay tax like when you have a job?
I've often thought how nice it'd be if you won a proper shed load of cash you could put an advert in the paper and invite people who are hard up to write to you saying why they should have a gift and how much they'd need. Of course you'd get loads of chancers but you'd be able to sit and sift through them at your leisure and be able to help thousands of people: get life saving operations abroad, help a young couple out with a house deposit, help that recently redundant man buy a new car so he could get to work. How nice would that be? you could just turn up at their house one day in your ferrari like Noel Edmonds on Christmas day.
would buy the island off Scotland that was for sale a while back (£2.5M), run the sailing school and turn over buildings to the scouts and guides association for most of the year. run and ride and sail and swim as much as possible and travel doing 3 or 4 daft multi-week adventures a year.
and blow the rest on titanium bikes, blow and fast cars.
In reality, my daydreams haven't got beyond the initial epic bike-buying session.
Probably this for me, by the time I'd got my fleet sorted there'd be a new wheel size out that I'd NEED to get.
I'd get a house in the Highlands, Cornwall and south of Barcelona. I'd slow the pace of my life right down but as others have said not sure how long that would last without getting bored.
How much would you have to win to make sure you could live off the interest? Do you have to pay tax like when you have a job?Invested in property, at a nominal 6% return you'd need about £660,000 to make an income of £40,000* p.a. and yes you pay tax, in different ways, but it's broadly similar ammounts to income tax.
*Ok, you could halve that, but you'd not be living like a lottery winner would you?
"Routine"? 😯
one million scratch cards.
Employ a shopper, handyman and bike mechanic.
I am retired and have enough money really I suppose, but I keep having to get home to buy food, do jobs around the house and fettle bikes. Barely time to come on here or Twitter!
A couple of apartments around the world would be nice along with helping out people less fortunate than myself. Maybe fund an outdoor education centre.
I would run my pub my way and sell what I like to eat and drink and be selective about who I allowed in .Either that or in my bike shop doing similar so no carbon,no niche shit, no 29ers !!
I'd get the kids out to school, the au-pair would walk them in
There was me thinking other people were more into kids than me - walking kids to and from school is one of the best parts of my day (ditto with bells on for those wanting to send kids to boarding school).
I would run my pub my way
How about a pub in the middle of a velodrome?
Oh yeah on the subject of boats, I'd buy one and sail from Cardiff to my in-laws house near the great lakes.
