Just over a year ago I was sleeping on my brother's spare bed, living out of two suitcases, my hopes of being selected as a parliamentary candidate dashed, my only chance of an income being a job in a town I had hardly heard of. I took the job and stuck at it, slowly getting back on my feet.
Then one morning I had,a weird stroke of luck, just on a whim I bought a lottery ticket. First time lucky. Not a massive win, but enough to make sure I will always have a roof, a better car, a bike, a few minor luxuries and some set aside for rainy days.
Things snowballed, I met Hover fly, and realised what it means to be truly happy in life, with a fulfilling job that he actually looks forwards to, with people who are wonderful to be with and coming home as excited and happy as a kid coming back from the seaside. I took a long hard look at my colleagues, and saw that I was in danger of becoming like them, office-bound, soulless, plastic. So, for the second time in less than a year, I Did One, handed in my notice and put my trust in fate again. The best thing I ever did, admittedly I get some money from the band and comedy, in fact in a good month I get more than twice as much from the comedy gigs than I did from the job I quit, but my personality has changed completely and I love life again.
So yes money does change lives, and not always for the worse.
. I used to seriously about him if they ever did!
