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Well, mr doubting thomas, obviously I'd destroy his ticket and buy one of my own with the same numbers on it.

I would go to Largs in 2011, wait for Colin weir to come out of the newsagent and mug him for his lottery ticket. I'd then go back to London the night before and get myself arrested for drink driving, thus ensuring I am in custody and have the perfect alibi. Once released I'd scoop the £160m-odd...