Overheard. Two slightly eccentric gents order a round of drinks at the bar of a Brighton boozer not far from the station. Their change includes a five pound note.
Vladimir: That’s the second one today.
V: (triumphantly) A fiver!
E: (very seriously) They’re like gold dust.
V: I know. It’s always good to get a fiver.
E: I keep ‘em when I get ‘em.
V: Me too.
E: I keep mine in a drawer.
V: (Nods) You never know when you’re gonna need a fiver.
E: (Sagely) They should print more.