Is there NO way out?
CF, as regular readers will know, has been "looking for his next opportunity" (aka 'unemployed') for the whole 0f 2009.
One of the tiny, tiny, crumbs of consolation is the thought that maybe, just maybe, the endless search for tedious employment will be obviated by a massive, crushing, life-changing lottery win.
This bloody website cruelly sweeps away even that tiny hope.
All one does is to select one's favourite numbers - you know, the date of birth of your neighbour's dog, the first 12 digits of Kate Moss' phone number and so forth.
The infernal device goes away, crunches some numbers, reticulates some splines and then lays bare the whole ghastly truth.
That's right - it tells you what you would have won, had you entered the same numbers ever since the bloody lottery began, presumably in 1759.
Which, invariably, is not just fuck all, but substantially less than fuck all. That's right - the cost of the tickets is generally well in excess of the few paltry tenner won across the decades.
Damn it; is there to be no escape from this poverty?
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