Sigh.

I don’t gamble. Not because I have any moral problems with it - I don’t - it’s just that I don’t win. Ever. Therefore, I don’t gamble. Nor am I the guy to find that twenty on the street or the long lost incredibly valuable movie poster stuck in a wall for decades. Nope. Not Me.

Some people, like this guy in England, are a bit luckier:

When David Booth bought himself a metal detector, he was looking for a new hobby – and perhaps the occasional old coin.

But on his very first outing with the device, he uncovered a £1million hoard of Iron Age jewellery that is Scotland’s most important find in a century.

Mr Booth, 35, found four gold necklaces – known as ‘torcs’ – buried just six inches beneath the surface in a field near Stirling.

A million pounds. That’s about two million bucks. And how did he find it? Was it after weeks of research and hours of laborious digging? No. Of course not:

Up until his amazing find, he had only switched the £240 gadget on to ‘detect’ knives and forks in his own kitchen as practice.

But just one hour into his first outdoor foray – and only seven paces from where he had parked the car – he became the country’s most famous finder.

One hour and seven steps after buying his shiny new metal detector he’s rich. Egads. I’d still be out there, digging a huge hole with a pick and softly gibbering to myself that I just know it’s down there somewhere. And as a sort of exercise in masochism, I’m posting one more picture of Mr. Booth and his hoard:

Yeah, I’d smile too you….er, I mean, congratulations to Mr. Booth. Cheers and all that, you know.

Gak.

Thanks to Barking Moonbat for making me feel all better today.