I think like the Scottish notes, they're legal currency, but not specifically legal tender. They are not illegal under English law and creditors and traders may accept them if they so choose.
I've never had any grief in London either John,maybe I just look the more honest type? I go to the racing on a regular basis and you get Irish,Scottish and English notes everywhere you go...especially Cheltenham.
The dirty low-life racist ****ers...How very dare they!! P.S,thanks for tidying that up it'll save me threatening anyone in future
I tried with 3 different taxi drivers none would take them, so I always made sure I had English notes whenever I was in London.
Bookies will take anything. Funny story, I was in Ullapool with the fishing in the 1980's, and we had a few Egyptian vessels there buying Mackerel from us. There was a local hooker called "Stornaway Mary" who went on board to drum up custom. She said it was £20 a go, and got a lot of takers, but they all paid her in Egyptian pounds, which at the time was worth nothing in the UK. She ended up with nothing to show for her night work, apart from a dose of the clap. True story.
I bought a pint in Courts bar years ago with a £10 note and was given a scottish £5 in my change. When I tried paying for my next pint with said note they said they didn't accept scottish money. A short, animated conversation later and they changed their policy.
Most places in England don't accept Scottish notes, mainly because their staff aren't familiar enough with them to spot fakes.
Never had any problem with Scottish notes in England,even a Month ago in Hull.(Morleys,Chanterlands fryer,MKM,Greggs in Paragon,Sainsbury's Prinny Ave).I'll tell them in a couple of weeks that it's not acceptable and obviously now I know I can't use them I'll get them out of an English cashline machine!!
I went check on the shirt sponsor. It was quite easy. I just lifted my jumper as I am actually wearing that shirt right now.
I once got into a fight (Leave it Ernie, he's not worth it), with an Egyptian bloke who having just uncorked a bottle of wine with a flourish, told me that said bottle was worth a hundred pounds and that's what he expected me to pay. Through the universal power of the gesture I had conveyed my response of 'you can ****ing swivel, Pal', which he took exception to, leading to a cross-cultural Linnet carpark situation. Order was restored when the local currency, and more importantly, the exchange rate was explained to me. But I feel Stornoway Mary's pain. Not in a syphilitic way. Just in terms of her fiscal confusion.
Or Worn Away Mary. Sadly Mary Cox has passed away, but there's a moving tribute on her headstone. Here lies the body of Mary Cox, To 10,000 men she gave the pox, Although dead, she's not forgotten, Her heart was good, but her **** was rotten.
Reminded me of this Here lies the body of Mary Lee; died at the age of a hundred and three. For fifteen years she kept her virginity; not a bad record for this vicinity. great film and acting
Did you know, Quint forgot his lines, so sung the Spanish Lady song to fill the gap, and they just left it in.
No but I’ll certainly be passing it on Quint : Mr. Hooper, that's the USS Indianapolis. [Hooper immediately stops laughing] Hooper : You were on the Indianapolis? Brody : What happened? Quint : Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte, just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in twelve minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. Thirteen-footer. You know how you know that when you're in the water, Chief? You tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know... was our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. Heh. [he pauses and takes a drink] Quint : They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin'. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. Y'know, it's... kinda like ol' squares in a battle like, uh, you see in a calendar, like the Battle of Waterloo, and the idea was, shark comes to the nearest man and that man, he'd start poundin' and hollerin' and screamin', and sometimes the shark'd go away... sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark, he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. Y'know the thing about a shark, he's got... lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be livin'... until he bites ya. And those black eyes roll over white, and then... oh, then you hear that terrible high-pitch screamin', the ocean turns red, and spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin', they all come in and they... rip you to pieces. [he pauses] Quint : Y'know, by the end of that first dawn... lost a hundred men. I dunno how many sharks. Maybe a thousand. I dunno how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday mornin', Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland- baseball player, boatswain's mate. I thought he was asleep, reached over to wake him up... bobbed up and down in the water just like a kinda top. Upended. Well... he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us, he swung in low and he saw us. Young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, he saw us and come in low and three hours later, a big fat PBY comes down and start to pick us up. Y'know, that was the time I was most frightened, waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a life jacket again. So, eleven hundred men went into the water, three hundred sixteen men come out, and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. [he pauses, smiles, and raises his glass] Quint : Anyway... we delivered the bomb.
