See what happened to this poor misfortunate! In the 70's an Irishman went to America to make his fortune and come back to Ireland to buy a farm, settle down and have sprogs. He saved and saved, worked at two jobs and after 30 years had the most of a million. Never drank, smoked or, er, you know what I mean. Anyway, he decided to treat himself to one bit of luxury - and sail home in style. Got all his dosh in readies and dollar drafts. Boarded, got settled in and repaired to the lounge where he was offered champagne. He downed a few glasses and liked the feeling. He had never felt as good. Soon he made his way to the casino where he decided to try Lady Luck on the wheel. He took to it like a duck to water and after the first two days he was up over $15,000. He really had the bit between his teeth and got a phenomenal buzz each time the ball began to slow. Unfortunately, before he reached Ireland, Lady Luck had long deserted him and, chasing his money, finished skint. Feeling extremely low ...... 30 years of deadly hard slog down the drain ..... how would he face them at home ....... eyes cast downward as he walked the pavement. Suddenly he sees a E50 note. He picks it up and looking heavenward sees a sign for a fortune teller. "Madam Zsa-Zsa sees all". He goes in and she informs him that today is his lucky day ....... 7 being his lucky number. He paid her the E20 and walked into the next betting shop that he saw. Looking through the runners and riders he sees 'Seventh Son' running in race 1. True to form he puts the E30 on it and it obliges at 66/1. Next race there is a Seventh Heaven going ........ so after leaving briefly to get a breakfast roll, he's back in time to put the lot on this one. It also coms in at 14/1. Next race 7th Avenue ......... tears home at 10/1. His head is spinning ....... last race ....... nothing with 7 in it except the horse number. Obvious isn't it. He puts the lot on No 7. It too scoots home at 2/1. He collects cash to the tune of 10k or more and a bookmakers cheque for E1,000,000 plus.
He staggers into the daylight and boks into Cork's finest hotel. A quick word (and E50) to the doorman sees his luggage upstairs where he requests the company of a nubile Eastern princess complete with
bindi. Shortly after, the porter arrives with the champagne and soon he was joined by this sultry princess of Eastern promise. A few scoops later and things were heading for the four poster. After hours of horizontal jogging she falls asleep in his arms. Looking ast her placid features, he rubs her
bindi and finds that it is loose. He lifts it off and underneath is printed
You have won a car.