zzr1400tim
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actual CASH is nearly dead.. the covid nonsense fiasco accelerated its demise
there's nowt much you can do with actual paper cash (or "plastic" pound notes as they are now) anymore. Try paying for a flight or a holiday with actual cash now..
its impossible! Try using the stuff now to insure your car or motorbike or pay your mortgage? .. best of luck there
many yonks ago (late nineties) I did a cash job for a dodgy nightclub in Walsall for designing and fitting a couple of staircases. They paid me in actual pound notes (£42k) it took me ages to count all the bloody stuff and they gave it to me in a couple of plastic ASDA shopping carrier bags that I had to walk back to my car in the nearby multi-story car park.
I was shitening myself thinking that I might be mugged
but I got home without incident.. had a nice BBQ with my first missis and a few friends round.. I arranged a lot of the cash in nice bundles on the patio and we all just sat around getting pissed and admired it
one mate was horrified when I used a tenner to light my fag off the BBQ (but I wouldn't do it now)
spent a few grand of it on a holiday to the Canaries (back then you could walk into the holiday hypermarket and pau for the stuff over the counter)
also exchanged a fair bit of it for Euros (which I didn't need but converted back to Sterling and into my bank on return)
money laundering I suppose
happy days but gone ..
(the one thing that I learned back then is that cash literally STINKS !
well the old paper money did anyway.. because that It had gone through many folks hands it smelt like a fetid body odour.. YUK )
there's nowt much you can do with actual paper cash (or "plastic" pound notes as they are now) anymore. Try paying for a flight or a holiday with actual cash now..
its impossible! Try using the stuff now to insure your car or motorbike or pay your mortgage? .. best of luck there
many yonks ago (late nineties) I did a cash job for a dodgy nightclub in Walsall for designing and fitting a couple of staircases. They paid me in actual pound notes (£42k) it took me ages to count all the bloody stuff and they gave it to me in a couple of plastic ASDA shopping carrier bags that I had to walk back to my car in the nearby multi-story car park.
I was shitening myself thinking that I might be mugged
but I got home without incident.. had a nice BBQ with my first missis and a few friends round.. I arranged a lot of the cash in nice bundles on the patio and we all just sat around getting pissed and admired it
one mate was horrified when I used a tenner to light my fag off the BBQ (but I wouldn't do it now)
spent a few grand of it on a holiday to the Canaries (back then you could walk into the holiday hypermarket and pau for the stuff over the counter)
also exchanged a fair bit of it for Euros (which I didn't need but converted back to Sterling and into my bank on return)
money laundering I suppose
happy days but gone ..
(the one thing that I learned back then is that cash literally STINKS !
well the old paper money did anyway.. because that It had gone through many folks hands it smelt like a fetid body odour.. YUK )