[Margaret Pilkington]

I don't do the lottery, in fact I am the kiss of death to it.....If I just touch the ticket you can kiss a win goodbye.
Recently I was in Brighton with my Mum...she asked me to get her two lucky dips for the wednesday, two for the Saturday and two one pound scratchies.

I told her that she wouldn't win anything with me getting them for her...and I told her that I would eat my gusset if she won anything on the scratchie.

Ma did the scratchie and then asked me to tell her if she had won anything...like I would know!
I looked at it and could make moss nor sand of the thing and said I didn't think it was a winner...anyway while we were having lunch she sat perusing the thing and it turned out she had won a tenner...the chap in the shop wanted to know how I was going to have my gusset cooked.....I told him 'Flamed in brandy, until it is crisp, the ashes then put into a glass of brandy and coke and I would swig it down'....did I do it?......er, ye...NO, of course I didn't.