I have seen my first plastic fiver and I’m really not sure
what I think about it. Maybe it’s all those years of carefully handling grubby, worn
through fivers or maybe it’s because they remind me of the plastic notes I had in my
play till when I was a small boy.
Whatever it is though something doesn’t feel
quite right to me.
It could be the see through 'Her Majesty' or the holographic
five pounds switching between the ‘five’ and ‘pounds’ like a schizophrenic
price tag. I used to get toys that did that in crackers at Christmas, a square
of plastic that when you moved it a little turned Tom Cat into Jerry Mouse. Of course it
could be the gold Big Ben (yes, I know that's the name of the bell and not the clock tower), parliament is one of those things
that rarely glitters and certainly isn’t gold. I’m not even very keen on the
picture of Churchill nor the motto ‘I have nothing to offer but blood, toil,
tears and sweat’, shame as I was really wanting some dosh rather than a little work and some bodily fluids.
The blue-green colour is nice - I may paint our bedroom to
match it – but it feels a little to smooth for my liking and it won’t crumple
of fold and there’s no way that you can easily make the Queen’s arse by carefully folding
around her chin and her neck, a sad loss to small boys everywhere. No more funny money.
Of course it could have been worse. They might have come up
with a plastic five pound coin - only a matter of time I guess - and I’m sure
all our other notes will soon follow. Who knows we really may end up with
plastic coins? Well at least they would be lighter in your pocket and purse.
I’d miss the clink as I avariciously count out my huge piles of pound coins
though.
Progress eh? When will it ever end?
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