Actually, I tell a lie. It is very often, after all, that is the very point of this blog, which is sadly read by too few people for me to pack in the day job.
On Friday two people in Suffolk won £148 million pounds. And on Saturday they went and bought pizza for their kids to celebrate.
Now look. Pizza is not a suitable celebratory meal. Nor is a Chinese takeaway, or even for that matter a bag of salt and vinegar crisps.
Generally, unless the usual mode of service involves crockery of some description, it should not be considered a celebration.
So what you should have done with the winnings was to go into a Ferrari dealership, and spec up a Ferrari - totally specced, not just bog standard but the best damn Ferrari you can get your hands on.
Then negotiate the price. Really, really squeeze the price. Mrs Lottery-Winner mentioned that she was Scottish, that should add some credibility to the mix. Get them down as far as possible.
Then deliver the killer line. "OK, so that's the price for one. How much could I have 7 of them for?"
That's what I would do.