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Yeah i Googled it when my daughter got all excited about it. I told her i could understand some meanings of the numbers like AK47 , but not 46. She said "there worth 1000s on ebay" which doesn't mean a thing, it's only worth that when someone buys it , not just lists it. On the other hand , the 2 I have (AK13 , AK46) are listed at quite alot of money but i can't be bothered "watching" all the listings to see what they sold at.
Bung them on eBay, what's the worst that can happen
Yes, first 20 items a month are even free listing, I hear.
I need to sell some of my brand new handbags that I don't use. I'll stick them on eBay. Well, unless anyone wanted them here, since the handbag fights are the very nature of Scoobynet.
Neil, if you want one, just pm me. I'll give one away to you, just pay the P&P, that's all.
Australians have long celebrated the fact that by folding a $5 note in the right place, the Queen’s body looks a lot like a depressed whale sucking a massive dick.
Australians have long celebrated the fact that by folding a $5 note in the right place, the Queen’s body looks a lot like a depressed whale sucking a massive dick.
My mother in law has 5 consecutive serial numbers after requesting £25 from a cash point somewhere in Manchester. I cant remember the serial number range, but my wife was looking at whether they were worth anything more than £25 or not when she found the detail about AK47 series and some of them being advertised on ebay for silly money.
The Northern Bank have issued plastic £5ers for years, but I recall having seen automated payment machines, I think typically car park payment types, which are marked as incapable of accepting them.
I lately parted with my first ever plastic fiver. In the beginning of possessing it, I owed someone a fiver because I wouldn't part with my first ever plastic tack. I forgot to pay them with coins in the next week as well, which I felt awful about. I eventually gave them their change back in pound coins, and I also ended up getting another plastic one elsewhere. Thus I ended up with two monopoly money lookalikes in my purse. Then came the day when I saved breaking a bigger note and thought to my 'thinker' self- "Sod it. Let them go, Swati! Attachment is the mother of all the miseries. It's only a piece of plastic FFS, and there are many of them flying about, now. Act in 'here and now', rather than be deluded with a desire for a mere material. So, I ended up spending both Tupperware fivers; the very first one and the second one.
I don't regret spending them and I don't feel any attachment towards either of them. Great place to be.
However, if they ever start replacing metal pound coins with plastic ones, I will be missing the metal ones terribly. The substantiality and classiness of a pound coin makes £50 note blush! I reckon that's why £50 note is pink in complexion, because it's blushing. Pound coin is my favourite currency.
I don't know. Looking at how everything is going tackier and tackier day by day these days e,g. after receiving a sh7tty plastic sheet for 5 pound note, I believe that it's possible. I reckon it's more possible than us humans shaking hands with the ETs in our life time. I'll welcome the latter and despise the former.
Australians have long celebrated the fact that by folding a $5 note in the right place, the Queen’s body looks a lot like a depressed whale sucking a massive dick.
I thought for a minute there, that you had an inside 'scoop'.
No, no. I don't have any inside info from some pompous, important-person type wine-and-dine bosom buddy of mine; about the plastic pound coins on their way.... turning up dead fast to enter our pockets..... rolling down towards us with merciless vengeance! Hide, people! Hide!
Not at all.
Frankly, we all already know that we're doomed as a collective, so what use will their tell-tale be to us, eh?
from some pompous, important-person type wine-and-dine bosom buddy of mine; about the plastic pound coins on their way.... turning up dead fast to enter our pockets..... rolling down towards us with merciless vengeance! Hide, people! Hide! 
