The Groat, Farthing, Half Penny, Penny, Three Penny Bit, Tanner, Shilling, Florin and the Half Crown, I remember them well.

When a quid would take you and the girlfriend out for a drink, get a bag of chips to share, and have money left for a gallon of petrol for the motorbike, those were the days.

When tatty picking [ half term to the PC brigade ] was spent on the local farm, up to your eyeballs in mud, picking the spuds.

Long days spent on the Farms after school haymaking, following the Corn Binder and stacking the corn sheaths, and if you were lucky, and she was willing, a quick grope of the farmers daughter on the way. Those were the halcyon days of our lives.