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Lottery winner Tracy Foster says that even though she's in possession of a cheque for £2.5 million, she won't quit her lowly-paid job working in the catalogue industry.

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Which sounds nuts.

Most wage-slaves - especially office workers - would love to free themselves from the shackles of the beastly boss and demon desk.

But I actually think Tracy is right. Work is wonderful.

Read on to discover why.


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Poor Jamie Oliver!

The king of the kitchen has been complaining that his life's work is in danger of being forgotten, and that he'll only be remembered as a "professional s**t stirrer".

As a man who has spent most of his waking hours undertaking the equivalent of dunking a Moulinex Blender in a cow pat, I believe professional s**t stirring to be a most noble pursuit.

It's the amateurs you have to watch out for - they have a tendency to use their index fingers.

Which is why I call them RANK amateurs.

Still, I understand Jamie's concerns.

For years he was lauded as a highly decorated member of that most glorious fraternity, the brotherhood of celebrity chefs.

But after a few grumbles about battery-reared chickens and dodgy school-dinners, the public's perception of him changed from puka cook to pious campaigner.

And like the man says, his life's work - forgotten!

Now, there might be some people out there who think that it's arrogant of a chef to talk in terms of his "life's work", as if heating food was as important an undertaking as painting an iconic picture or writing a triumphant symphony.

But I agree with Jamie.

Chefs are artists on a level with Picasso and Mozart.

If you disagree, I suggest a chat with Big Franco, the proprietor of Big Franco's, the greasy spoon round the corner from me.

Only last week we discussed this very topic. Let me set the scene ...

So what exactly happened to my life?

I'm sure I used to have one, but I must have misplaced it somewhere.

Maybe behind the sofa, I've not dusted there for ages.

Ditchwater may be dull, but, next to the mire that is my miserable existence, it seems like Evian spring water.

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I didn't realise what a saddo I was until I scanned the blog of fellow Mercury minion, Kate Lawler.

Boy, does she know how to have a whole lot of fun!

And she's got the exclamation marks at the end of every sizzling sentence to prove it.

Read on to see how our lives compare.

Camping it up on holiday

By Lorne Jackson on Aug 8, 08 10:56 AM

Fancy a relaxing holiday abroad?

Well, you can just take a running jump.

Although it's doubtful whether even a running jump would get you across the Dover Channel.
So you'll have to stay right here, in Blighty, because it's just been reported that air fares will be soaring sky-high... which means you won't be.

Still, best not despair.

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After all, you can always go on a camping holiday, like Barbara Windsor, Sid James, Bernard Bresslaw and Hattie Jacques used to do in the 60s.

Don't fancy it? Think tarpaulin is appalling? Rather be buzzing in Ibiza?

Shame on you!

Camping is the new black, buddy. And here's why...

Brace yourselves, maths fans, it's time to focus your meticulous minds.

I've got a complicated problem for you to figure out.

Okay: take one deadly-dull afternoon programme, one that should have been cancelled decades ago.

Now subtract its big-headed female presenter.

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What do you end-up with?

It's a trick question, of course.

Because nothing changes.

Countdown plus Carol Vorderman is the same as Countdown minus Carol Vorderman.

Guff for geeks.

Yet what was last week's major news?

The terrible tragedy of Carol being forced from her job as the pouting number-cruncher on the Channel 4 show, after bosses demanded she accept a 90% pay cut.

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Lorne Jackson - Sunday Mercury columnist

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