I love stories like this one, just not for the reasons you might think.
Michael Carroll scooped the £9.7 million lottery jackpot in 2002 from a £1 ticket.
He gave £4 million to his family before blowing the rest on cocaine, vodka, and brothels – and he claims to have bedded 4,000 women.
Began to run out of money in 2005 and appeared in court over 30 times.
Described how his lavish lifestyle was ‘the best ten years of his life for a pound’.
After a period of homelessness he is now works as a coalman in Moray, Scotland.
Here’s the thing. The Usual Suspects are going to whine and bitch about this guy’s behavior — you know, “People like this shouldn’t be playing the lottery!” and all that shit — but I love it. Let’s be honest: this guy was a total yob, working-class scum (as Mr. Free Market might put it); but why shouldn’t such people have a chance to be happy, too?
He wasn’t completely irresponsible about it, either: he did give almost half to his family, up front. I bet they’re glad he won.
As for “blowing the rest on cocaine, vodka, and brothels” and bedding 4,000 women… at least he didn’t waste it. (Just do the math: 4,000 women during his period of wealth is more than one woman per day, for ten years. Dude.)
And now he’s back to working hard for a living. Good for him. It’s not how I would have done it, but then I’m not interested in telling people how to live their lives, or how to spend their money, most especially windfalls. I’m not a Democrat, in other words.