Vagueness and the Aftermath - A sporadic diary

[tikay]

So wierd that religion should come up - I was only thinking about this yesterday and wondered how I was going to ask you about it.

Is there any widely accepted 'faith' within the Gypsy community? I have seen documentaries where visiting clergy will have services within the community. I just wondered if there was one particular denomination or if it's a mixture as it is with the Gorgers?

I think it's the same as the Gorgers in as much as a large percentage of Gypsies were religious in bygone days. Not so many now.

Of the ones that are religious, Christianity is almost universal.

PS- Thank you for the upper-case "G". I have extended you the same courtesy.

!

Education at it's very best. Now if only Schools taught like that.

[RED-DOG]

Mrs Red taking a breather (Not as fit as me)

So Kizzy gets carried around everywhere? Pfft......

How did she react to the Deer? And they to her?

Kizzy ran up and down the hill about 17 times. She wanted to investigate the deer, but I made her stay back so that I coulod get a picture.

[Karabiner]

Mrs Red taking a breather (Not as fit as me)

So Kizzy gets carried around everywhere? Pfft......

How did she react to the Deer? And they to her?

Kizzy ran up and down the hill about 17 times. She wanted to investigate the deer, but I made her stay back so that I coulod get a picture.

Deer can be very aggressive (and dangerous) towards dogs when they have babies around, but that won't be for a month or two.

[RED-DOG]

While in town today, I went into Greggs the Baker, or "Greggsis" as Mrs Red would say. (and before you start, I only went in for a salad sandwich).

So I choose my sandwich and give the lady my money.

"Sorry love, we don't take £50s"

"Well it's all I have" I tell her truthfully, but she is unmoved, and takes my salad sandwich away. I leave, empty handed.

Then I hatch a cunning plan. There is another bakers in the precinct, I go in and choose a salad sandwich. While I am waiting to pay, I take a huge bite out of said sandwich, then offer my £50 note at the till.

"Sorry love, we don't take £50s"

"Oh dear!" I exclaim, "But I've already taken a bite" I offer the sandwich up for inspection.

"Never mind love" she says, taking my sandwich away, "I'll bin it for you"

I leave. Once again, sans sarnie. By now I was getting really hungry. (and I can't eat on an empty stomach).

As I turn to go, I see the shop assistant nod to someone behind me, I look around and see that I'm being followed by the precinct store detective. He wears plain clothes, but I clocked him months ago. His mannerisms give him away, sneaking about etc. He thinks he's James Bond, but he's about as inconspicuous as a fuchsia frock at a funeral.

Suddenly I feel like a criminal. I decide to go to my bank and change the note, then go back to the bakers and buy another sandwich.

At the bank the teller holds the note up to the light suspiciously.

"Do you have an account with us sir?"

"As it happens, yes I do" I reply, somewhat testily. "What difference does that make?"

"Well" he says, "If something goes wrong, we need to be able to trace you....."




FFS!!!!!    Is it me? What sort of country refuses to accept it's own currency? 

[boldie]

While in town today, I went into Greggs the Baker, or "Greggsis" as Mrs Red would say. (and before you start, I only went in for a salad sandwich).

So I choose my sandwich and give the lady my money.

"Sorry love, we don't take £50s"

"Well it's all I have" I tell her truthfully, but she is unmoved, and takes my salad sandwich away. I leave, empty handed.

Then I hatch a cunning plan. There is another bakers in the precinct, I go in and choose a salad sandwich. While I am waiting to pay, I take a huge bite out of said sandwich, then offer my £50 note at the till.

"Sorry love, we don't take £50s"

"Oh dear!" I exclaim, "But I've already taken a bite" I offer the sandwich up for inspection.

"Never mind love" she says, taking my sandwich away, "I'll bin it for you"

I leave. Once again, sans sarnie. By now I was getting really hungry. (and I can't eat on an empty stomach).

As I turn to go, I see the shop assistant nod to someone behind me, I look around and see that I'm being followed by the precinct store detective. He wears plain clothes, but I clocked him months ago. His mannerisms give him away, sneaking about etc. He thinks he's James Bond, but he's about as inconspicuous as a fuchsia frock at a funeral.

Suddenly I feel like a criminal. I decide to go to my bank and change the note, then go back to the bakers and buy another sandwich.

At the bank the teller holds the note up to the light suspiciously.

"Do you have an account with us sir?"

"As it happens, yes I do" I reply, somewhat testily. "What difference does that make?"

"Well" he says, "If something goes wrong, we need to be able to trace you....."




FFS!!!!!    Is it me? What sort of country refuses to accept it's own currency? 

Police are looking for a counterfeiter in the greater Derbyshire area. He has been known to try to pass off fake £50 notes...it was in the news yesterday or something.























BBC called him "The One-Toothed" bandit

[MrsBoldie]

While in town today, I went into Greggs the Baker, or "Greggsis" as Mrs Red would say. (and before you start, I only went in for a salad sandwich).

So I choose my sandwich and give the lady my money.

"Sorry love, we don't take £50s"

"Well it's all I have" I tell her truthfully, but she is unmoved, and takes my salad sandwich away. I leave, empty handed.

Then I hatch a cunning plan. There is another bakers in the precinct, I go in and choose a salad sandwich. While I am waiting to pay, I take a huge bite out of said sandwich, then offer my £50 note at the till.

"Sorry love, we don't take £50s"

"Oh dear!" I exclaim, "But I've already taken a bite" I offer the sandwich up for inspection.

"Never mind love" she says, taking my sandwich away, "I'll bin it for you"

I leave. Once again, sans sarnie. By now I was getting really hungry. (and I can't eat on an empty stomach).

As I turn to go, I see the shop assistant nod to someone behind me, I look around and see that I'm being followed by the precinct store detective. He wears plain clothes, but I clocked him months ago. His mannerisms give him away, sneaking about etc. He thinks he's James Bond, but he's about as inconspicuous as a fuchsia frock at a funeral.

Suddenly I feel like a criminal. I decide to go to my bank and change the note, then go back to the bakers and buy another sandwich.

At the bank the teller holds the note up to the light suspiciously.

"Do you have an account with us sir?"

"As it happens, yes I do" I reply, somewhat testily. "What difference does that make?"

"Well" he says, "If something goes wrong, we need to be able to trace you....."




FFS!!!!!    Is it me? What sort of country refuses to accept it's own currency? 

You would think they would accept your £50 note........After all they are in the bread business.......

[RED-DOG]

While in town today, I went into Greggs the Baker, or "Greggsis" as Mrs Red would say. (and before you start, I only went in for a salad sandwich).

So I choose my sandwich and give the lady my money.

"Sorry love, we don't take £50s"

"Well it's all I have" I tell her truthfully, but she is unmoved, and takes my salad sandwich away. I leave, empty handed.

Then I hatch a cunning plan. There is another bakers in the precinct, I go in and choose a salad sandwich. While I am waiting to pay, I take a huge bite out of said sandwich, then offer my £50 note at the till.

"Sorry love, we don't take £50s"

"Oh dear!" I exclaim, "But I've already taken a bite" I offer the sandwich up for inspection.

"Never mind love" she says, taking my sandwich away, "I'll bin it for you"

I leave. Once again, sans sarnie. By now I was getting really hungry. (and I can't eat on an empty stomach).

As I turn to go, I see the shop assistant nod to someone behind me, I look around and see that I'm being followed by the precinct store detective. He wears plain clothes, but I clocked him months ago. His mannerisms give him away, sneaking about etc. He thinks he's James Bond, but he's about as inconspicuous as a fuchsia frock at a funeral.

Suddenly I feel like a criminal. I decide to go to my bank and change the note, then go back to the bakers and buy another sandwich.

At the bank the teller holds the note up to the light suspiciously.

"Do you have an account with us sir?"

"As it happens, yes I do" I reply, somewhat testily. "What difference does that make?"

"Well" he says, "If something goes wrong, we need to be able to trace you....."




FFS!!!!!    Is it me? What sort of country refuses to accept it's own currency? 

Police are looking for a counterfeiter in the greater Derbyshire area. He has been known to try to pass off fake £50 notes...it was in the news yesterday or something.























BBC called him "The One-Toothed" bandit

As opposed to "The bald headed bastard?


FFS Boldie, you had me going there for a moment.

[AndrewT]

The general population rarely see a £50 note - they assume the only people who have them are counterfeiters and gangsters. Hence they're suspicious of them. I know the bars at Wembley Stadium explicity have signs saying they don't accept them.

Someone trying to buy a £2 sandwich with a fifty is especially suspicious - it looks as if you're trying to get lots of change for a snide note.

[RED-DOG]

The general population rarely see a £50 note - they assume the only people who have them are counterfeiters and gangsters. Hence they're suspicious of them. I know the bars at Wembley Stadium explicity have signs saying they don't accept them.

Someone trying to buy a £2 sandwich with a fifty is especially suspicious - it looks as if you're trying to get lots of change for a snide note.

Fair enough, but the bank??

PS- How did you know that the sandwich was exactly £2 (Well including the chocolate muffin)

PPS- In America you can buy a pack of gum with a $100 bill and no one bats an eyelid.

[AndrewT]

The general population rarely see a £50 note - they assume the only people who have them are counterfeiters and gangsters. Hence they're suspicious of them. I know the bars at Wembley Stadium explicity have signs saying they don't accept them.

Someone trying to buy a £2 sandwich with a fifty is especially suspicious - it looks as if you're trying to get lots of change for a snide note.

Fair enough, but the bank??

PS- How did you know that the sandwich was exactly £2 (Well including the chocolate muffin)

PPS- In America you can buy a pack of gum with a $100 bill and no one bats an eyelid.

£2 for a sandwich plus muffin is really cheap. In Camden coffee + sandwich + muffin = £8.

If you did bank there you should have just paid the £50 into your account, then withdrawn £50 from the cashpoint.

[RED-DOG]

The general population rarely see a £50 note - they assume the only people who have them are counterfeiters and gangsters. Hence they're suspicious of them. I know the bars at Wembley Stadium explicity have signs saying they don't accept them.

Someone trying to buy a £2 sandwich with a fifty is especially suspicious - it looks as if you're trying to get lots of change for a snide note.

Fair enough, but the bank??

PS- How did you know that the sandwich was exactly £2 (Well including the chocolate muffin)

PPS- In America you can buy a pack of gum with a $100 bill and no one bats an eyelid.

£2 for a sandwich plus muffin is really cheap. In Camden coffee + sandwich + muffin = £8.

If you did bank there you should have just paid the £50 into your account, then withdrawn £50 from the cashpoint.

I'm not paying it into my account. What if it was dodgy?

[dik9]

The Note states on it " I promise to pay the bearer on demand the sum of" x amount by the chief cashier of the Bank of England, he must be a liar??

I thought it was illegal for a shop to refuse legal tendor?

[Jon MW]

The Note states on it " I promise to pay the bearer on demand the sum of" x amount by the chief cashier of the Bank of England, he must be a liar??

I thought it was illegal for a shop to refuse legal tendor?

From www.royalmint.com

Legal tender has a very narrow and technical meaning in the settlement of debts. It means that a debtor cannot successfully be sued for non-payment if he pays into court in legal tender. It does not mean that any ordinary transaction has to take place in legal tender or only within the amount denominated by the legislation.

i.e. You have to accept legal tender as payment of debt - but contract law means that their is not a debt when you buy something in a shop (unless they offer you credit to buy something).

[dik9]

But he took a bite, therefore he owed them?

[boldie]

But he took a bite, therefore he owed them?

he didn't leave any teethmarks though so they could probably resell it.