Yesterday the “old” one pound coin AKA an “Alan Whicker” = “Nicker” = One English Pound and also for some reason called a snotter for a few years when I was a kid can now only be passed into a bank. In Ye Olden Days before the birth of the one pound coin in 1983 we had the pure excitement of the 20p being introduced in 1982 and I remember going into the Barclays Bank in Aigburth Vale to get one such was the nerd I was. I must have had an addiction for firsts as I remember getting up early to watch the first BBC Breakfast and TV AM. I also remember rushing home from school to watch the first programme on Channel 4 and even into the 90’s Channel 5. Sadly there are too many new channels these days to keep up my prefect record but being a man of tradition always have a look at first night on the Sky Channels up in the 900’s nudge nudge wink wink. The bank where I got my debut 20p unsurprisingly is now a boozer. I remember my dad moaning that when he went to see a stripper in a boozer on Park Road he now had to slip a five pound note into the panties of the fully figured nan they were cheering on. Just last week he could get away with a one pound note he moaned. Thats inflation and Thatchers 80’s for you**
** I hope this is a made up story about my dad for comedy purposes
Strippers in pubs eh. How mad is that ! I remember going to a gaff on Dale Street in Liverpool in about 1996 and there was some adult entertainment AKA a stripper. Its now been converted to a solicitors office and for the record was called Daley’s Dandelion if memory serves me correct and for the fullness of data collection Barbara was 34 years old, Blonde from Garston and a 36 F. That was the dim and distant past and things have improved and female strippers became less and less. A new era was coming in and the rise of the UK Dreamboys still available at www.dreamboys.co.uk and its a good job I know how to delete my internet history. This blog from a romantic retro trip (Remember when it was 5p on the bus) looking back at old coins has ventured down a politically incorrect dead end. So whilst we are there I was once sent an email counting a picture of Paul McCartney’s new girlfriend. I was gonna say bird but the hole I am digging is already quite deep. It was a picture of a woman naked missing limbs. OOOWWWWWWW thats a bit near the knuckle and email was closed. That was the end of that. Well maybe not. That afternoon my dad wanted to use my PC to do something on Microsoft Excel. I was sitting helping him a bit and he said he wanted to create a graph. He wanted to learn so I left him to it ready to correct him. Anyway he messed around with the top menus and eventually ended up inserting the last image used on the computer instead of creating a graph. Instead of a lovely graph with trend bar of his data up popped this limbless naked female. A very awkward silence ensued. I went to explain and was sharply cut off. “Just get it off the screen son” I have never used a PC so fast to get his desired graph up. “Fancy a cup of tea dad?” “I think you better make one son” as I rushed out of the living room thinking Jesus what kind of deviant does my dad think I am ???
Anyway back to coins and mad to think that “When I were a lad” even after the one pound coin was in circulation there was actually a half pence coin. I mean half a fucking pence. For half a pence you could buy one Mojo sweet. Those half pence coins were knocking about until December 1984 and so the decimal half pence coin died at the tender age of 13 years. Only the best die young and you my half pence friend are GBNF and just before Christmas as well.
So you know the years are advancing when coins come and go. At least the pound coin made it to 24 years of age. The two pound coin must be sweating at the tender age of 20 years old. I still cant get used to these new jarg notes and have nearly lashed a few thinking they are receipts. So we end keeping the retro feel alive and the revelation that my children are cheating bastards.
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