Sunday, November 6, 2011

want... sigh...

Once upon a time, having one of these meant feeling rich...


I miss that. I miss them too.


8 comments:

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Mick said...

Hee Hee. In the north we called it 'funny money'. Especially the pound coins you had.
I like them. I can understand why the sentiment.

In my day with 20 quid you could take your girl, go to the cinema. Afterwards to the chippy and take the bus home ;)

Jo said...

:)

Jo said...

I loved the pound coins, they were like pieces of silver - fairy tale money!

Martin said...

It was REAL money wasn't it?

The smell of the notes, fifty pence coins, the mad old feckers on the front of them.

I was only here a few months before the euro came in, but the old Dutch notes would send you into an epileptic fit they were so bright.

Jo said...

It WAS real money, yep. I didn't like the new punt that followed it, even though it was Robert Ballagh. I thought it was ugly. The James Joyce and the evil nun on the fiver.

morgor said...

haha the evil nun, nicely said.
Yeah i remember getting 20 pounds and thinking "this is the most money i've ever had in my hand" ;)

Jo said...

Aw, hon :)

Apparently she really was evil, Laundries sort of thing.