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Personally, it must have been about £1,500 when I went to buy a motorbike. The town where the Bike Shop was didn't have a branch of my bank (if they did I couldn't find it) so I withdrew the cash, then caught the train so I could ride the bike back. I stuffed the cash inside a carrier bag which I then stuffed inside my crash helmet. I figured that if anyone cottoned on and tried to grab it I could either bash them on the head with it or put it on my head and run away.

Another story involves a friend, but I was there at the time. We were working for a local transport museum, me, Simon and Dave who was the Treasurer. This was a couple of weeks after their big annual event, which takes place in a field and as well as admission prices, they sell several hundred gallons of beer.

So one lunchtime Dave announces he's off to the bank, and invites us along for the walk. We assume he's paying in some petty cash, or getting some beer money for that evening's session. We walk three abreast and Dave is carrying his lunchbox (one of those coolbag types) and not taking his eyes off it. We go to the bank and Dave goes up to the counter with a paying-in slip. He gives it to the cashier whose eyes widen. He then opens his lunchbox and proceeds to pull out a wad of cash held together with an elastic band. It was tightly wedged in the lunchbox and is so fat it won't fit through the hole in the glass so the cashier had to open the large window to pass it through.

When we left the bank Simon asked Dave how much was there. "Oh, about £15,000" replies Dave. He didn't tell us before because he wanted us to "act natural" whilst walking to the bank. If we knew there was £15,000 in the bag we might draw attention to ourselves. After that we went for a well-earned pint, when you could still get three and change from a fiver.
( Amos E Wolfe makes vinyl signs and things like that, Thu 22 Jun 2006, 11:38, Reply)