13 January, 2004
This article was the main story in the Christchurch Press today: Lucky Joe hits the jackpot. Fair enough, the guy’s lucky, he won lotto, can’t hold that against him…until I read that he’s also considered lucky because he’s found shitload’s of wallets and stolen the money out of them. What the hell! When did ‘lucky’ become synonymous with ‘thief’? Not only is this guy (and I can understand why he wants to remain anonymous) being heralded as ‘lucky’ but also ‘generous’. Sure, it’s easy to be generous when you’re not giving away your own money. You have got to ask what dumbass thought this was a good article to put on the front page of a fairly major paper.
In other news, we ate roast spuds last night out of our very own garden. It was excellent. C and I saw School of Rock on Saturday. For some reason we’re both in a silly mood at the moment and Jack Black was just the ticket. I rarely sit through a movie laughing so tears stream down my face the whole time. As I’m currently on a Ramones bent the soundtrack was particularly welcome.