That problem with being 'not rich'

So I had to witness yet another report on GMTV this morning about a cab driver in the midlands winning the Euro million. Don't get me wrong, I am sure these people deserve the money as much as any working/middle class family but I can't help but feel...well......incredibly furious and jealous.

See, I play the bloody Euro million every week in the hope that one day I can give in to the overwhelming wish and urgency to be absolutely and entirely fucking lazy. So I admit it, I don't work because I enjoy the office banter, bad coffee and unholy hours. I do it because like 99% of people on this planet I simply do not have any choice.

If it was down to me I'd spent my days sleeping till noon, going to gyms, dance classes and shopping and occasionally get a facial. Say what you want but that just sound like a bloody awesome life does it not?

I even have a solution for the eventual boredom that is likely to creep up at some point. I'd simply go back to uni to get yet another degree. Maybe in arts or dance or history - who knows but at least I'd have fun.

At the end of the day life is bloody short, too short in fact and I can't help but feel utterly depressed at the thought of spending my precious 'pretty' years stuck behind a desk, staring at a wall.

*Sigh*