Look at these two notes from the 1960s. In total, a mere £1.50 in today's money, but don't they look as though they're worth far more? There's just something about paper money that somehow gives the impression of having a greater monetary significance. These notes were known as the Portrait Series, and were around from 1961 to 1971. Were you around then, and do you remember them?
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I recently stumped the missus with the following question, when we were talking about these, ( following the announcement about the new pound coins ), so I'll see if any Cri-Vites can answer it ( and NO Googling! )
"Who kept a ten-bob note up his nose,
Saving up to buy him some clothes!" ?
That was ME, JP.
That brings back memories Kid a 10 shilling note as a present was a big thing back in the day - You know I cant remember ever seeing or getting a Scottish 10 shilling note did we print them in the 1960s I only ever remember the English one.
Oh thas a "mean" question John youd need to be keen as mustard to get that one :)
....BESIDES Kid....?
"Such a mean old man..."
Was that really you, Kid? Or was it The Beatles' Mean Mr. Mustard? :-)
I think we did print them, PM, but I'd have to check to be sure. If we did, I might even have one - I'm digging through my collection at the moment and will let you know if I find one.
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Cer, they based him on me, so it's the same thing. (Nurse!)
Ha ha, nice one, McS!
You know, I just KNEW that you would get it, Simon, being as how Abbey Road was one of your "15 Albums"!
On the new "plastic" fiver the Queen's face is yet again totally unchanged and she still looks about 50 rather than the old biddy she is now.
Ah, but you should see the picture of her in her attic, CJ.
As a child growing up in the sixties,I always looked forward each year,until I was about ten,getting a birthday card from my gran,who stayed in Glasgow. For inside she would always include a Five Shilling postal order,which would quickly be exchanged for sweets and comics.
One year,I remember,instead of opening the card to find a postal order,out fell a crisp Ten Shilling note. Wow!,I was both delighted and dumbstruck at receiving such a small fortune.
Unfortunately,my dad,swiftly seeing an opportunity,promptly took the treasure off my hands,insisting that he,as my newly unelected financial manager should,'look after it for me'.
Hmm,I'm pretty sure an hour wouldn't have passed before it swelled the coffers of the local inn house.
Still,for that brief moment,I felt like the Sultan of Brunei,and to this day,I can't look at that particular piece of currency without instantly recalling that first fleeting encounter with riches beyond my imagination.
Ha ha, great story, Moony. (I guess it's raining in Loch Lomond, eh?) 10/- seemed like riches beyond the dreams of avarice when we were kids. My dad must've got a wee payment from the insurance or something, because one day he gave me and my bruv a 10/- note each. We nearly fainted, 'cos my dad's wallet was more securely shut than Ernie Wise's was comically reputed to be. Wish I could recall what I spent it on, but there would've been comics and toys in there somewhere.
Aye Kid,it's pishing doon... lol
That always happens when you go to Loch Lomond. Maybe the place is trying to tell you something. Come to think of it, wasn't it p*shing down when you went to Spain? I bet the hearts of your fellow holiday makers sink when they see you. "Oh no, there's the rain-maker again!" they'll be saying.
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