Thanks you lovely people.
Sorry about your eye Spitty.
A quick glimpse of Gummy.
But he is having a wonderful time of his own. X
Happy Birthday Sweetie Btw.
I’ve been bejazzled as usual but you can find it on the usual Mags site?
Tidying up the old shed yesterday I came across an old tin tea caddy half filled with old pennies, there were a few tanners and three penny bits along with some halfpennies and two farthings. Can you imagine that if you carried around £1 in farthings you would have 960 of then in your pocket! They were about the same size a British penny today.
Street beggars had to be made of sterner stuff back then, I believe their begging caps were steel lined.
We used to have lovely coinage before decimalisation, native animals depicted from the farthing upwards in value.
https://i.postimg.cc/t4zyGxGB/Old_Irish_coins.jpg
My granny had an old joke from the time Britain ruled here.
“Why is the queens head on a stamp?”
“Because if her arse was on it nobody would lick it”
Pennies from Hell.
How fast things can change for an old man like me
A far cry from how they were in 1963
We carried about big brown pennies, coppers huge and round
Imagine it, 240 of them just to make up one pound
Then came decimalisation, it had us all in a sweat
100 tiny pennies for a pound is all you would get
We were confused and felt a bit cheated
And resigned to the fact that LSD was finally defeated
Just when things came right with the money bureau
Along comes another change in the shape of the Euro
Now we were really upset and slightly deranged
I’m glad I’ll be dead the next time our money is changed.
Lovely pic Jem.
Good Night Possums. X
I’m a bitcoin man meself - $1000 per coin atm?
Now that’s what I call covering all bases, that type of currency “should” theoretically, pass the eye of the needle test.
Good Morning Possums
Are three bitcoins in the fountain?
yes with me too!! - shoes a bit kinda wet in a bitcoin kinda way!
I know a really good story about bitcoins.
Maybe later eh?
I will need to get slotted.
oh dear you are asking for trouble?
In for a penny, in for a pound
If you have lots of money, then I’ll stay around
Let us go and spend away, we can return at the end of the day
You can buy me diamonds and pretty things, I make you happy, you will have wings
I like to get spoilt, and showered with gifts, we won’t ever have any rifts
But if the cash runs dry one day, I might just have to run away
You will wonder what you did wrong, I don’t care, I’m long gone
Sweetie
A little rhyme about a female I know.
KEEP YOUR HAND ON YOUR HA’PENNY
Keep yer 'and on yer ha’penny
Cover it well with yer palm
Keep yer ‘and on yer ha’penny
And Molly will come to no harm
https://i.postimg.cc/NfmHBx48/Halfpenny_bridge.jpg
The Halfpenny Bridge in Dublin, they have picked up the craze of hanging padlocks on it these days.:shock:
I used to cross this bridge twice a day going and coming from work, my time was my own and I leased it out for a living, I did work for two shops in the same area at that time so when I walked through Merchant’s Arch (you can see it in this picture) I had to decide whether to turn right or left.
I had a sort of system, any morning I was feeling down I would choose to work for Mrs Wilson, she was always in good form and used to cheer me up, plus she paid cash. When I was feeling happy I’d go to old Mr. Taylor and try to cheer the miserable old git up, not an easy task I can tell you, the man was money mad, that’s all he wanted to talk about, and it was like trying to get blood out of a turnip getting his cheque when the jobs were finished, I wouldn’t mind if he hadn’t got it, the old geezer was worth millions even back then, his clients were all rich farmers, politicians, celebrities and such, and Taylor knew how to rub it into them, if Mrs Wilson had enough work for me full time I would have never went near him.
When my work was done I always went into the “Halfpenny Inn” on the right of the Arch but out of this picture, it was owned by the singer Joseph Locke, there was always good craic to be had there. God be with the days.
It’s a bit sterile around here.
as a young lad in the 'pool the Da once took me to see Josph Locke live at some fancy theatre - didn’t want to listen to someone singing but a night out with Da was a joy!
we’re trying to keep the riff raff out? - so park ya jackhammer at the door and take ya dusty boots off!
Can’t argue with that.