I once found a bloodstained five-pound note when I was a kid.
(A fiver to a twelve year old kid in the eighties was serious wonga, I hasten to add.)

I like to imagine it fluttered out of the hand of some dying criminal, shot to bits by rival gangsters, then dumped in an alley.
With his last breath, his life flashing before him, he realises ruefully that all his life he has been alone, never truly able to trust anyone. On the cusp of the yawing abyss of oblivion, he regards the bloody five pound note as it flutters out of his weakening grasp.

Well, it could have been that, or somebody might have dropped it coming out of the butchers shop down the road.

I spent it on sweets, probably.
( Smallbrainfield, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:08, 1 reply)

I found a 1000 lira note on the beach in Corfu when I was 9
I was chuffed to bits, until my dad pointed out that it was worth about 18 pence.
(Seance Trumpet has got no beef with a man enjoying a croissant, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:15, closed)