You hear so many stories about people who come upon large sums of money. They’re like arseholes –  everyone’s got one, and they want to make sure you know what it sounds like. ‘It ruins your life,’ they say. ‘Everyone you’ve ever known is suddenly your mate.’ Sometimes I sit and wonder what life would be like if I found a giant pile of cash hidden away. Perhaps a grandpa, paranoid-about-the-government-grandpa-(or grandma)-style, hid a big wad under my mattress? Would I still do this silly little magazine? The answer is no – I wouldn’t.  But until that day, here I am.