Lit­tle chance of hit­ting the Lotto jack­pot for poor Lud­dites like me

Irish Independent - - Comment - Sinead Ryan

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

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