El Gordo.

In the previous posts I have asked you to hand out the ready, to give, part with your cash. But not now. Armtwisting isn´t over ( go on, now, donate!), but here I just give, out of the gladness of my heart, in the grand old tradition of the Gordo de Navidad. This, which could be loosely translated as the Christmas fat guy, is the big draw of the national lottery.

Everyone plays. Everyone. If you don´t buy a whole ticket, you´re bound to buy bits of ticket from your office, football club, breakfast bar, dentist or fire brigade. And if you don´t do that, you´ll still be given free snippets of tickets, participaciones, by most of your neighbourhood shops. Five cents from the cheese stall, ten from the dry cleaner´s, five from the butcher, and come the 22nd of December, you´ll have a shoebox full of bits and pieces, and an eye on the Tv.
The annoying warble of the children who sing out the prizes will be all over. And at some point in the morning, people will say, exctedly "it´s out". The Tv will switch to pictures of smiling people shrieking and opening bottles of cheap cider, somwhere other than where you bought your lotery. Heads will be shaken goomily, and then they´ll say, "oh, well, at least we´ve got health". Except my mother, who´ll say, "dammit, I hate those people, turn it off".

So here it is, then, your participación from the Lobster Squad lottery, number 35213. All you have to do is leave a comment, and 10 cents of this number are yours. Chill the champagne and get ready to do precious little work on Friday.

Le petit print: if you don´t have a blogger account, leave your name inside the comment when you sign up as "anonymous". If we win the first prize there should be enough for a lobster and a couple of bottles of champagne. If we win a lesser prize I think you´ll have to excuse me, but it may be that the cost of sending the money will be more than the actual prize, so I´ll let that pass.
I will contact you if we´ve won.
Fingers crossed from now util Friday.