IT contractory type people

IIRC the post-revolting WoCABs tried it and it didn't jbex.

 

66 groats.

(And I do unforget when groat were legal tender...)

 

<fx: looks outside at own Minor saloon, esp. width of back seat>
Presumably 'twere a Traveller or a van...

 

Andrew Marshall said:

Ee, Lord, she were thin ...

 

steve auvache said:

You mean twenty two and six wiv a tanner change.[/QUOTE]

I said what I meant.

 

Youngster.

I used to use a 12-sided thruppeny bit to buy a bag of chips (in those
non-pc days there was a joke about spanners and a north london
religious community)

Petrol was 2/3 per gallon, and the price was so stable that it was on
an enamel sign screwed to the garage wall!

And nights of passion were really half hours in the Odean, or more
luxuriantly in the cloak room at the Pier Pavillion, Sarfend. Usually
having 'scrumped' a prophylactic from someone else's coat pocket, to
save the bother involved in replenishing my own stock. I once
'scrumped' one with german packaging that glowed in the dark, which
resulted in severe giggling rather than the expected outcome.

 

I can remember being able to spend farthings but I was very young.

 

>,
says...

I was re-reading an old homebrewing book last night. It mentions making
beer for less than 3d/pint.

 

My old ma had a coin she found at the local fairground when a bit of a
gel. 'twere marked "1/4 farthing" Lord alone knows what happened to
it.

According to 't interfubes, it were only meant to be used in Ceylon.
http://www.coins-of-the-uk.co.uk/pics/qv/frac/qf52.jpg
Why it came to be in an essex fairground, one can't imagine.

I unferget the half-farthngs being spoke of, but there were not in use
in my liftimes. Whole farthings were, mind. With Jenny Wren on the
back, and the old knig on the front. Ship ha'pennies and Wren
farthings. and old Britannia on a penny the size of a wagon wheel.

Such days, such days.

 

It'd buy a Blackjack or a differently-flavoured chew, and a host of
other 'split' items.

 

Parts of me were more supple in those days.
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Aged fifteen, I went to the local brewery and bought a hundredweight
(remember them?) of crushed malt and got a recipe from one of the
workers. I think the malt cost me thirty shillings.

Hops grew in profusion all down one of our hedges, so I probably beat
that price somewhat.

Note to authorities: Mea culpa! It was illegal in those days.

I'm moat *awfully* sorry...

 

YAAiWAICMjam tart

 

....and double-jointed?

 

Rusty Hinge said:

IRTA the monster that emerges fronm the sea and eats lifeguards. Beowatch.

coppers ?

 

You old gimmers have no imagination. I should write the Carmat Suitsya.

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Then the intertubes is differently crect: it was a British coin. There
was also a smaller one called a 'mite'. This was a sixth of a farthing
and was, I bleeve, the smallest copper coin in the fairly recent British
moneybag.

Oh, but they were. My ole man used to bring one back occasionally from
the bank where he worked - well, two usually, as he had to balance the
books, and pay a farthing for them.

I goove it was well after the war (second WW!) that they became tough.

Aye. Days have become devalued innit.

 

You're probably misled by the seven-sided half pound.

 

Thass a jam sandwich, isn't it?

Well - wasn't it?

 

Oh, *I* have - I has an Austin A35 once...