I got caught talking to a couple of friends about the lottery last night. It’s not the first time I’ve had a lengthy discussion about spending the first division. It’s nice to dream from time to time. All the usual responses came out – buy a house, travel the world, quit a job, purchase the ‘Seinfeld’ box set. My friend’s husband, Ed, offered a few unique ideas of his own. Replacing the city’s parking meters for ones that only accept Mexican pesos, changing Heineken bottles so the labels read: ‘warning: contains human faeces,’ and rewiring the train PA system so a Serbian translation is provided, were just a few of his of suggestions. It really made me consider billionaire spending. Surely the super rich could be a little more creative. On my way home I saw a billboard of Rupert Murdoch sipping scotch in a smoking jacket. The words: ‘I’m fucking awesome - deal with it,’ were printed in large letters underneath.