My dad reminded me of this today…
Back in the 90’s I recorded the lotto on TV. I wrote down the winning numbers and when my dad asked me to go to the newsagents the following week I duly obliged by picking the previous week’s winning numbers.
When we were all sitting down watching TV, I played the recorded lotto from the week before and my dad lost his sh!t because he thought we’d won. There was yahoo-ing and yeehaa-ing for about 60 seconds until the recording ended and the EastEnders omnibus cut in….he once again lost his sh!t.
Good times. Bad loser