When I worked behind a shop counter, the guys I worked with used to dream of winning the pools (remember them folks?). I used to say to them, 'Just about your favourite thing in life is going out for a drink with your mates, right? Ok, say you won a million. Next time you go out for a drink, who buys the first round? How about the second? Do you buy every round, because you're so rich, or do you take beer off them, even though it costs them hard-earned? Do you resent them for expecting you to buy more? Or do you worry that they're resenting you for not buying more than 'your fair share', after all, you're stinking rich now, right? Basically, you're a millionaire now, and they're not....how long can you stay mates? And when it all goes tits up and you can't go out for a drink with your mates anymore because somehow they're not really your mates anymore, what are you going to do - buy some more?'
It would all go quiet for a bit.
And then they'd go back to talking about how great it would be if they won the pools.