Motherhood and what's left over.
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 ;)
I loved the pound coins, they were like pieces of silver - fairy tale money!
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.
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.
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" ;)
Aw, hon :) Apparently she really was evil, Laundries sort of thing.
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