£150 million, still work…?
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knitware said:
Why am I angry about his lack of...
Angry? I think you're showing remarkable calm given a relative stranger holds a different opinion to you. I'd f
king kick off if I were you. Full on spittle-flying-vein-pumping rage delivered vituperatively in staccato expletives. Proper extreme ones. You know, borderline illegal ones.Landlord said:
knitware said:
Why am I angry about his lack of...
Angry? I think you're showing remarkable calm given a relative stranger holds a different opinion to you. I'd fking kick off if I were you. Full on spittle-flying-vein-pumping rage delivered vituperatively in staccato expletives. Proper extreme ones. You know, borderline illegal ones.
Nezquick said:
As someone mentioned above though, where exactly would you put £150m. You can't just put it in one bank, that'd be crazy.
The time it would take to sort out the particulars of dividing that money and ensuring it's all properly invested and looked after would be like a job in itself.
You'd have to find one trustworthy financial advisor!!
Why would it be crazy? I'd get the lotto bods to split it over a few accounts with the biggest banks there are and worry about it later. It wouldn't take long for HSBC to be calling you once that hits. In fact that could amuse me for a good few weeks dealing with them they probably have a designated ass kisser for this type of stuff. The time it would take to sort out the particulars of dividing that money and ensuring it's all properly invested and looked after would be like a job in itself.
You'd have to find one trustworthy financial advisor!!
I like where I live, so I'd probably buy the big house up the hill that's for sale, or bribe the council to let me build something in the local woods. There a farm for sale up the road, so I'd probably buy that, install a manager and pretend I work there.
I'd then set up a proper semi-industrial workshop and spend the rest of my days pottering about making 'stuff', playing with cars and riding my bikes. I reckon I could build some pretty cool stuff.
I can sort of understand the continuing to work mentallity as I know I get a lot more done when there's a non-negotiable start time and a deadline. But there's far more stuff to get stuck into for it to be a realistic option.
I'd then set up a proper semi-industrial workshop and spend the rest of my days pottering about making 'stuff', playing with cars and riding my bikes. I reckon I could build some pretty cool stuff.
I can sort of understand the continuing to work mentallity as I know I get a lot more done when there's a non-negotiable start time and a deadline. But there's far more stuff to get stuck into for it to be a realistic option.
Think I would try and purse [some] sport(s) to see how far I could get.
With that sort of cash you could learn how to drive gokarts/f3000/f1.
http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
With that sort of cash you could learn how to drive gokarts/f3000/f1.
http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
larrylamb11 said:
I can give you a first hand account of a similar event 
15+ years ago I was contracting for a major classic car auction house and was working at the Goodwood Festival of Speed sale. The auction had already taken place and was being packed away ready for the gala dinner. A handful of the heavy hitting lots, the most valuable / important / iconic cars, had been moved around to the hospitality tent for some eye-candy and 'presence'. The hospitality tent was now the 'front of house' and entrance was largely by invitation, in order to prevent the throngs of unwashed flooding into the tent and pawing over what was now someone else's car.....
Those working were taking it in causal turns to 'man the stand' whilst colleagues enjoyed the atmosphere or wandered the pits and it was my turn to don the hospitality trousers. It was a task I actually didn't mind despite the fact that everyone that wandered past generally had something banal to say - some of my former colleagues rightly detested talking to the 'punters' as it could be tedious in the extreme. Anyway, that day, with the sale over I felt relaxed and happy to talk to anyone.... a young chap walks up, tattered jeans, ordinary t-shirt, usual 'freebies' plastic carrier bag and starts to engage me in basic conversation. I politely respond and he starts enquiring about the Ferrari F40 we had on the stand (a car which failed to sell in the auction), asking all the usual standard punter questions - how much is it worth? how fast does it go? where is the engine? etc. etc. all in the finest Dagenham accent and peppered with obscenities normally reserved for a building site. I wasn't terribly busy, so invited him onto the stand so he could have a closer look as he seemed to be a bit of a petrolhead, showing him around, pointing out the main delights - to be met with his excited expletives. Explaining how it had been in the auction but failed to sell and thus essentially still 'for sale', prompted a little twinkle in this chap's eye and he proclaimed he would buy it!
Normally one would laugh it off, but I had been observing the gentleman since his arrival and had already clocked the designer glasses, chunky gold watch and that his t-shirt was no off-the-peg number, so I humoured him and the conversation continued.... It turned out he had won the lottery and was 'proper minted' in his own words. The only problem was the money had rather driven a wedge between him and his wife and they were in the process of messily divorcing... hence he had made it his personal mission to spend as much money as he could on things he liked and wanted before it was all finalised. Cue yours truly introducing him to the auctioneer to finalise a deal. He did indeed go on to buy the F40 in an arranged sale through the auction house .
15+ years ago I was contracting for a major classic car auction house and was working at the Goodwood Festival of Speed sale. The auction had already taken place and was being packed away ready for the gala dinner. A handful of the heavy hitting lots, the most valuable / important / iconic cars, had been moved around to the hospitality tent for some eye-candy and 'presence'. The hospitality tent was now the 'front of house' and entrance was largely by invitation, in order to prevent the throngs of unwashed flooding into the tent and pawing over what was now someone else's car.....
Those working were taking it in causal turns to 'man the stand' whilst colleagues enjoyed the atmosphere or wandered the pits and it was my turn to don the hospitality trousers. It was a task I actually didn't mind despite the fact that everyone that wandered past generally had something banal to say - some of my former colleagues rightly detested talking to the 'punters' as it could be tedious in the extreme. Anyway, that day, with the sale over I felt relaxed and happy to talk to anyone.... a young chap walks up, tattered jeans, ordinary t-shirt, usual 'freebies' plastic carrier bag and starts to engage me in basic conversation. I politely respond and he starts enquiring about the Ferrari F40 we had on the stand (a car which failed to sell in the auction), asking all the usual standard punter questions - how much is it worth? how fast does it go? where is the engine? etc. etc. all in the finest Dagenham accent and peppered with obscenities normally reserved for a building site. I wasn't terribly busy, so invited him onto the stand so he could have a closer look as he seemed to be a bit of a petrolhead, showing him around, pointing out the main delights - to be met with his excited expletives. Explaining how it had been in the auction but failed to sell and thus essentially still 'for sale', prompted a little twinkle in this chap's eye and he proclaimed he would buy it!
Normally one would laugh it off, but I had been observing the gentleman since his arrival and had already clocked the designer glasses, chunky gold watch and that his t-shirt was no off-the-peg number, so I humoured him and the conversation continued.... It turned out he had won the lottery and was 'proper minted' in his own words. The only problem was the money had rather driven a wedge between him and his wife and they were in the process of messily divorcing... hence he had made it his personal mission to spend as much money as he could on things he liked and wanted before it was all finalised. Cue yours truly introducing him to the auctioneer to finalise a deal. He did indeed go on to buy the F40 in an arranged sale through the auction house
. you must be joking. ive heard others say the same about continuing to work.... "just to keep me occupied" !! the sheer lack of imagination is so totally inconceivable to me it actually makes me feel sad!
I cannot put into words what an utterly, totally, completely wonderful adventure mine and loved ones lives would become if i matched those numbers... every possible destination, experience, challenge and desire of mine that the money could afford me would be grasped with both hands and let me tell you, every single last drop would have been squeezed from life when the time comes for me to leave this planet.
Theres more to see that can ever be seen and more to do than can ever be done... but id give it a bloody good shot ;-)
I cannot put into words what an utterly, totally, completely wonderful adventure mine and loved ones lives would become if i matched those numbers... every possible destination, experience, challenge and desire of mine that the money could afford me would be grasped with both hands and let me tell you, every single last drop would have been squeezed from life when the time comes for me to leave this planet.
Theres more to see that can ever be seen and more to do than can ever be done... but id give it a bloody good shot ;-)
In my head I would love to keep quiet and work my one months notice period as I love my job and wouldn't want to drop my colleagues in it. I see them 8 hours a day after all so I consider them friends. Plus I know I'd be seriously down and depressed if one of my colleagues won the jackpot - You know, the whole "what if that was me!?". So I'd want to keep it quiet and drift off into the distance never to be seen again like any other old work colleague. No harm, no foul.
In reality I'd be far too mind warped to even entertain the notion I'd be able to string a sentence together without screaming like an excitable little girl about it all. I think I'd have to profusely and excitably apologies to the (small) department I work in, explain I've come into some fortune and I won't be coming into work again. A small gesture of £5-10k each will put a smile on their face for Christmas and rid myself of any guilt.
Would I work again? Don't be stupid. Not for anyone else, anyway.
In reality I'd be far too mind warped to even entertain the notion I'd be able to string a sentence together without screaming like an excitable little girl about it all. I think I'd have to profusely and excitably apologies to the (small) department I work in, explain I've come into some fortune and I won't be coming into work again. A small gesture of £5-10k each will put a smile on their face for Christmas and rid myself of any guilt.
Would I work again? Don't be stupid. Not for anyone else, anyway.
Vocal Minority said:
markiii said:
I'd be gone so fast I'd break the laws of physics, people like him don't; deserve to win that kind of money, utterly wasted on them
Incidentally I find this attitude equally incomprehensible. Why does he not deserve money (won not earned) because he does something different to you? kwitI wouldn't 'work' as such , but would like to own a selection of businesses and have at least a bit of input, not full time though by any means. I do believe otherwise , eventually after a few years you would be a little bored in a way as you would just be doing the same sort of thing day in day out - once you've played so many games of golf , driven fast cars , flown planes , cruised on boats , sunbathed in exotic places around the world etc etc it all becomes less fun once you're use to it. You would have to do something to keep the mind occupied, but at least you could choose where and when you wanted.
We had a similar conversation at work, but it was whether you'd work your notice. We all said we'd intend to but conceded that the first thing to piss you off would probably see a cry of 'fk this' and out the door we'd go.
Personally I'd have no interested in working as I think I could fill my time. However I do like routine so I'd be keen to establish a new one once the initial holidays and shopping period was over. I'd most likely get into training for an Ironman so I'd build a routine around coaching, sports massage, etc.
k this' and out the door we'd go.Personally I'd have no interested in working as I think I could fill my time. However I do like routine so I'd be keen to establish a new one once the initial holidays and shopping period was over. I'd most likely get into training for an Ironman so I'd build a routine around coaching, sports massage, etc.
I don't want to work again but if I thought I might like to set up a little business. I think with that kind of money you could invest a certain amount to make it self funding. Have a garage with a couple of mechanics/drivers and provide free servicing and maintenance of charity minibuses keeping it PH.
Perhaps have a couple of courtesy vans, the guys could provide a replacement while they pick up the charity minibus bring it back to base. Service, MOT, new exhaust, tyres etc as needed and deliver it back. Hell if its too far gone you just send them a new van.
You could leave it alone, pop in to keep an eye on it every now and again, get an office to oversee it on a daily basis or even get your hands dirty doing a few oil changes and do some pick ups/deliveries. Its up to you how much time you spend on it.
Perhaps have a couple of courtesy vans, the guys could provide a replacement while they pick up the charity minibus bring it back to base. Service, MOT, new exhaust, tyres etc as needed and deliver it back. Hell if its too far gone you just send them a new van.
You could leave it alone, pop in to keep an eye on it every now and again, get an office to oversee it on a daily basis or even get your hands dirty doing a few oil changes and do some pick ups/deliveries. Its up to you how much time you spend on it.
People in my office also said they would keep working. Mental!
I would probably go in for a few hours the next day to allow a hand over, then you would only see dust.
I wouldn't work, but I would take 1 year off completely then fill my time with projects - charity, business, property and sports related.
I would probably go in for a few hours the next day to allow a hand over, then you would only see dust.
I wouldn't work, but I would take 1 year off completely then fill my time with projects - charity, business, property and sports related.
I wouldn't keep working in a proper job, but I'd spend a bit more time writing eBooks, do a bit of volunteering for a few places, maybe set up a charity or at least invest some money to use the interest for charity work as there's lots of things I'd like to do to help various people in various situations.
I think I'd have to continue working for a few months though and then just suddenly "get another job" well away from my current place, if I won I'd want to remain anonymous but quitting suddenly would look a bit odd.
I think I'd have to continue working for a few months though and then just suddenly "get another job" well away from my current place, if I won I'd want to remain anonymous but quitting suddenly would look a bit odd.
markiii said:
Vocal Minority said:
markiii said:
I'd be gone so fast I'd break the laws of physics, people like him don't; deserve to win that kind of money, utterly wasted on them
Incidentally I find this attitude equally incomprehensible. Why does he not deserve money (won not earned) because he does something different to you? kwitm444ttb said:
We had a similar conversation at work, but it was whether you'd work your notice. We all said we'd intend to but conceded that the first thing to piss you off would probably see a cry of 'fk this' and out the door we'd go.
That's a funny one. I wouldn't mind training someone up to do my current job. Im in a syndicate so a big win would wipe out the department. Being chauffeur driven to work every day in Phantom wouldn't be a problem. k this' and out the door we'd go.People would not "piss you off" or if they did you could tell them all the things you wanted to say now but could not because you were worried about you job. What are they going to do sack you?
I think I would purposely cause a few problems for someone who currently causes me problems.
doogz said:
I'd probably still 'work' but it wouldn't be for anyone else.
This. Tinkering around with a fleet of cars .I think £150m would be way too much tbh. I was discussing this with my girlfriend the other day, I reckon I could live out my days comfortably with £5m (I'm 25).
Buy a couple of houses to rent out, would provide a constant income to 'live' on. Fix my own house up (complete with a nice new large garage). Buy some cars, take some holidays, generally enjoy myself.
Would hand my notice in but I'm not sure I'd be able to hide the win from them (I'd still end up as a customer there as we sell Auto Electrical bits and the boss is a mate (as are most of the staff) ).
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