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They're both ex Hiram Brown on DNW's website. First is the sale on 12.2.20, and the next is the coin sale in March. Or you could click on Richard's @secret santa rarest pennies website and look under F90. Both there as well (last two).

Is a perfect palindrome whether expressed our way, or the American way 02/02/2020.

Well if a meet up did go ahead, it might be best in the Summer at either the Midland, York or LCA, possibly.

They're about on a par with the F38 in terms of rarity, but about 8 times as expensive. Probably more "glamour" attached to it.

Another? - must take a look.

Probably whoever wins it is looking at £3k +

An article about them in today's Daily Mail. Apparently the very limited edition quickly sold out - link But the "good" news is that profiteers are selling them for a handsome mark up on e bay - further link Actually even at the enhanced price, they might not, ultimately, be a bad investment.

So, what happened then Chris? Change of heart?

Just realised by the way, the last few posts went into the wrong thread - should have been this one

I'm afraid it's snow joke, Blake......

"We used to eat fish, chips and peas on a Friday, followed by blancmange"

It doesn't need an Oxford comma. The full meaning is already crystal clear with no possible confusion. Anyway, that's his opinion. 99.9% of the population will not care either way..................unless, as a result of his complaint, a few (say 2000) get minted with an Oxford comma and released into circulation. Then Sir Philip might experience an unexpected surge of popularity amongst coin enthusiasts. Hey, I just throw that one out there as a wildcard.

....and of course, it they'd been pectin whilst still on the milk float, not many would have wanted them, so they'd be going cheep... ....(sorry)

My Dad had a photo album full of pics from that Winter. One that sticks in the mind are milk bottles on the doorstep in which the contents had obviously frozen, expanded and lifted the foil tops off - which looked like little silver hats on top of cream stalks. Also, the ice patterns on the inside of the windows of his bedroom. No double glazing or central heating in those days, and the overnight temperature in the bedroom itself was close to freezing point, he told me.

Yes, our school was closed until the following Thursday.

Talking about Vimto, I loved that with fish, chips & mushy peas from the local chippie, when I was a kid. I remember back then (about 7 or 8), I never used to eat the batter, but every last chip would be savoured, accompanied by salt and vinegar, and the aforesaid vimto (extra nice if the guy at the shop had only just taken it out of the fridge) - that was a fantastic Friday night treat for me and my sister, that Mum would get. Although I don't think my sister enjoyed it as much as I did. In fact I sometimes finished her's off as she often left most of them. It's a wonder I never put on any weight, the amount I consumed. Two more memories from childhood, one very painful, the other great. On one occasion a friend and myself had wandered off quite a long way from home, and were in some woods at the back of the estate. There was an old dead tree in there, with a hollowed out branch, which he stuck a large twig down. A few seconds later a swarm of wasps flew out and repeatedly stung us. I don't think I've ever run so fast in my life. I was throbbing in different places for hours afterwards. My friend actually got taken to hospital with anaphylactic shock. The great memory was in an amusement arcade in Southend, trying to work one of those grabber machines that always let go of the prize before you could drop it down the hole. I'd tried it a few times before a guy wandered across, and literally just lifted out the glass panel from the wooden surround, saying, "take what you want Son, we're getting rid of this machine today". Couldn't take it all as I didn't have a bag with me, but stuffed a load into my pocket. To be honest it was all worthless crap, but it gave me a thrill on the day. I also remember the great storm of October 1987, seeing things flying down the street outside, and the general racket of the wind, falling masonry and objects banging as they collided with walls. Scary, for sure, but also absolutely fascinating.

This is the name of a residential street in Rowley Regis, West Midlands - Bell End

There's a detailed and interesting article about this matter in the January 2020 edition of Coin News (pages 37 to 39). Worth a gander if you haven't already seen it.

So it is Richard. I get so used to just looking on your rarest pennies website, that I forget about your varieties one.

Looks almost like 2 boats, side by side. Anyway, thanks for the pic, Terry.

Fair enough. He's not a violent offender, and If he's unwell then sending him to prison is not in anybody's interests.

Revalue the currency so that a "new" penny became worth about 50p. Obviously we'd need completely new currency.

Absolutely

"A pint - that's very nearly an armful" I've watched a fair bit of Tony Hancock. The man was a comic genius - such immaculate timing, plus perfect combination of comedy and the drudgery of life. Another phrase I remember "Ah, cold sheets, one of the few luxuries left in life"

well done - out of interest, do you have a pic?