I recently won a radio competition involving a photograph I sent in. (Far be it from me to tell people what makes good radio).
Still on a winning tip, I approached the counter at Tescos this afternoon. I knew I was going to win the competition on the wrapper, before I selected the product. Far be it from me to start advertising chewing gum, by mentioning the competition details here to my loyal fanbase. Nevertheless, lo and behold, I done gone and won it. A bleeding CD.
But did I really know that I was going to win? Or in fact, do I have thousands of such thoughts about future events which never come to fruition? My only data to answer that question is that I was genuinely surprised when I found out that I had not won the national robbery a few weeks ago. Maybe I’m a daydreamer.