Status Updates From Wat te doen met 8 miljoen? ...

Christmas and birthdays after you win the lottery are a nightmare. Everyone's not-so-secretly expecting the best present ever. Months and months of dropping unsubtle hints. Huge pressure. I wished they'd all convert to Islam. Next year they're all getting personalised donations to charity. Almost definitely.
'Hey, Molls, I stung Lia for twenty quid, meet me at Starbucks down the mall, OK?'

"This girl said she'd broken up with her boyfriend six months after the win because he couldn't handle it. She couldn't trust anyone else because she always thought they were after her money. So she was still single at thirty-five and really miserable about it.'
'Wimp,' I said. 'What was her problem? She could've just gone out with them on her own terms, done her own thing, never mind if she could trust them or not.'