Like A Millionaire That Has No Money

So, I'm off to Spain on Monday. Woo! (I've never claimed to be good at actual nor fake excitement). But anyway, it seems before I go, I've made quite the bit of business. Either that, or I'm incredibly stupid. You see, I've bought a 20p coin off eBay for £1.75. Doesn't sound too bright at first glance. BUT. It's a special 20p coin. It's undated, one of 600,000. Now, I can either keep it, wait for the value to rise; send it to the Royal Mint and get £50; OR sell it on eBay. I've seen them go for in excess of £400. Not sounding so stupid now. Question is, who would sell it for as little as £1.75? Slightly worried that it's not real. Then again, it's only £1.55 gamble. I've spent more on online scratch cards on the National Lottery website. I'm waiting for the inevitable kick in the scrotum.

I'm pleased to say I've made some progress on my book. I have the main character sorted. And that's it. I've been busy, haven't I? And by having the character sorted, I mean I scribbled down a few things about him. Ah well. I'll manage to make the full character list soon. I'm incredibly tired, though. Not been sleeping until 4/5am. Funnily enough, I do more book work after 2am than any other time (alright, before 7am, smart arse)

I read the other day that this bloke tried robbing an elderly couple. The problem? The 72 year old bloke was a former boxer. Swift one-two, bust his lip and gave him a black eye. He got put in prison, and the old man is hailed a hero. I think we all know the moral of the story. If you're going to rob an old man, make sure he wasn't a boxer. Oh, er, I mean, don't rob old people. Or they knock you flat on yo' ass.

I'm eagerly anticipating Dexter tomorrow. Annoyingly I miss the finale cos I'm away. Plan is to run straight to the telly as soon as we get back and watch it. Sad? You obviously haven't seen Dexter.

Anyway, that is all for now.

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