After I tell the boss where to stick their job I'd treat my team and replace all the ****ty dated equipment. (it's for a good cause) I'd use my wealth and influence to lobby for Hulls boundaries to be extended to where it naturally lies. I hear politicians can be open to suggestion when your bank balance is big enough. The sheer outrage of Gladys from Kirkella alone would be worth it. My good deed would be to buy up loads of slum HMO's and convert them back to proper family homes. I'd then take a seat at the top table and bang me a few 10 out of 10s.
After donating to several charities, I'd make sure my family had zero debt and my children's future was paid for, ensuring their lives were happy, fruitful and paid for in an increasingly unstable and uncertain world. I'd then invest a good pot of money into ensuring that QAnon, Flat Earth and such bullshit disappears from the face of the Earth by ridiculing and disproving them in every mainstream film, TV series and literary collection I can invest in. Then, I'd become the majority shareholder in Hull FC and propose a name change that drops the FC for being too common and then point out the hypocrisy of the fan's outrage and then sell the club to whichever of you lot are bored and fancy walking round Hull owning a rugby club called Hull Sloths. Then I'd gan lookin' for Tom Donaldson. Then I'd fly to Vegas and do a Nick Cage in Leaving Las Vegas. Or a Nick Cage in Lord of War. But not a Nick Cage in Ghost Rider. No, not ever.
