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Here you will find older scratches, musings and other detritus that once were located on the front pages, but have now faded.

Filed away here to collect dust and cobwwwebs in perpetuity, links may break, facts may change and data may corrupt.

On occasion I may come down here to tidy, but for the most, I prefer to leave the past where it lies.

 

Money, It's a Gas

I remember the days when if you handed over a twenty, let alone a fifty, pound note in a shop, the staff would look at you accusingly. It was as if you had printed the money yourself, in between pimping underage Eastern European girls and importing cocaine. And before you ask, no I'm not that old, I don't pimp underage Eastern European girls and I don't import cocaine.

Wind forward to this lunchtime, and none of the cashpoints I visited (and before you start I know its not scientific so please don't quote me) would issue a note under a £20, and some wouldn't do anything but a fifty.

I only wanted to buy a can of drink for heavens sake. Correct me if I am wrong, but my spending options are seriously limited* when I can't get anything smaller than a fifty, yet to use cards in a shop I need to spend more than a tenner.

It has been one of those weeks. Role on Monday...

*"Seriously limited" in that I don't want £49.11 of change in my pocket because you know that no one else has anything larger than a £1 coin for insurance purposes..

1 Apr 2005 15:11 | (2) comments | Thoughts

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