As Squander Two points out...
The main purpose of this story, as far as anyone can see, is to report to the whole world what an utter dolt is one Tina Farrell of Levenshulme.
And she is, let us face it, a bit thick. But, even so, her lack of knowledge is not all her fault: the blame for the fact that she cannot even count can also be laid at the door of the shit education system in this country. And these areas—alongside the pathetic "Lottery is a tax on the poor and stupid" meme—were those in which most bloggers commented.
But what of Tina's reaction?
"I phoned Camelot and they fobbed me off with some story that -6 is higher—not lower—than -8 but I'm not having it."
The fact that Tina ain't 'avin' it doesn't alter the mathematical truth of the situation, but even this is not the point.
She doesn't even have a maths GCSE—and anyone who's sat one will know just how incredibly bad you need to be to fail it—yet, when faced with Camelot, a company who run the National Lottery and therefore, one might reasonably assume, know a thing or two about numbers, her reaction is to stamp her foot and insist that she's right and they're wrong. This is a woman who has never been taught that she can be wrong. About anything. Even stuff she admits to knowing nothing about.
This is the problem with the cult of self-esteem. If you never tell kids they're wrong for fear of upsetting the poor little dears, this is what you end up with. And this is, in fact, what we have ended up with.
So, like a gleeful Daily Mail reader, I am happy to state that I blame the fucking parents...