Little chance of hitting the Lotto jackpot for poor Luddites like me
IWAS delighted to see the syndicate from Stakelums Hardware in Thurles pocketing EuroMillions winnings of €17m. €543,750 each is a lovely amount, but not so life-changing that you have to live with an accountant, lawyer and security detail for the rest of your days.
Being Tipp of course, there’s every chance each of the 32 winners will be able to buy a new house and maybe have a bit left over for a holiday, car and perhaps put something into the pension.
A Dublin contingent would have to make do with a shoebox in Clondalkin and still have a mortgage to pay off.
I don’t play Lotto all that often, but decided to download the app to check my tickets after gathering a small collection of them in my car and forgetting to bring them in for scanning.
My children don’t normally allow me an- ywhere near technology, quite sensibly, (although they were unusually diligent in teaching me how to move money from my banking app to theirs).
The Lotto app supposedly lets you ‘scan’ your ticket by holding the barcode up to your phone, but I was damned if I could get it to work. After many minutes of amusement (for them), they revealed you have to take a photo of the ticket rather than wave it like a dervish in the air or whack it against the screen, which I had been doing with increasing frustration.
There wasn’t a single winner, needless to say, and the experience was a bit deflating.
It reminded me of the brief time (and I’m sorry to bring it up again, to be honest) that they brought in the e-voting machines with all the bloodsport and suspense of the tallies and count gone, replaced by the efficient but soulless instant result. Which, as it turned out, nobody trusted anyway.
Mind you, the EuroMillions prize is still a drop in the ocean compared with the cost of those yokes.
Sexism racket rife in tennis
SOMEONE who probably won’t need a Lotto win is tennis champ Serena Williams.
However, even she has fallen foul of the gender pay gap which features in almost every industry and which is most prevalent when you become a mum.
Giving birth to baby Alexis in September meant Serena took maternity leave, and, as all new mothers know, it’s not just sleepless nights and your own body you lose, it’s also your income. In her case, of course, that simply means dropping off the Forbes 2018 Highest Paid Athletes table, which was published last week, earning only a paltry $18m from sponsors; for the rest of us, it’s more likely to mean struggling to buy nappies every week or put petrol in the car.
It’s a double blow, because Serena was previously the only woman in the top 100 listing at all.
The only one.
Despite all the investment and sponsorship of sport and even with the increasing involvement of girls and women in televised events (which is still paltry), doesn’t it seem astonishing that women at the top echelons are about as visible as they are in the Vatican?
Although Wimbledon equalised prize money for men and women in 2007, this year Martina Navratilova, who has 18 Grand Slam titles to her name, revealed she is being paid 10 times less than John McEnroe (who has seven), for their respective commentaries on BBC, a fact she discovered only after the station was forced to reveal its pay grades.
Is it even worse that she’s agreed to front the women’s tennis again this year?
If I do the Cobra it will be in private
MOST of us are happy if we manage to get to the gym a couple of times a week or walk to work without lifting any trophies, and to me, exercise is something to do mainly by yourself if at all possible. Lycra isn’t a good look, even for those with enviable figures, and most of us are better off keeping everything under wraps.
So I’m slightly appalled by the current trend for massive group classes, the latest being Yoga in the Park in Cork. Each Saturday class sees up to 250 people collectively doing the Camel, Cobra and Downward Dog in daylight, in public. But at least they have (some) clothes on. The skinny dipping of 2,505 women on Magheramore Beach in Wicklow last week was a sight to behold … or avoid.
Still. I know. It’s for charity. In the former case, the Simon Community; the dippers were doing it for cancer. Both are excellent causes, but I’m not brave enough and prefer to take the chickening out route of donating online instead.
The 32-person syndicate from Stakelums Hardware in Thurles won €543,750 each – a lovely amount. Pictured is Tadhg Delaney from Eason, who sold the winning ticket