Steven Hunley
12-15-2010, 03:03 PM
Funny Money and the British Invasion
by
Steven Hunley
So I’m writing this interesting piece see? Oh, it’s real interesting and it’s about a British guy who’s giving another British guy some money. But right there is the problem. It’s like I’m writing a story and right away I’ve got some kind of conflict going on but the problem or conflict isn’t on the pages. It’s in my skull instead. It’s one of those conflicts we all experience at one time or another. It’s all about the money.
I can say he gave him a pound or some pounds. Trouble is, that’s not so romantic. I gotta rack my brain and come up with something else, you know, something more descriptive and all. I read a lot so my brain rack has plenty of English monies to choose from. Trouble is, I don’t know what any of them mean! Not one. Here’s an example:
First I’ve got what they call a Bob.
Now we all know they call cops bobbies. We all saw Hard Day’s Night. But this is only one bob. So what the hell is a bob anyway? It’s probably got nothing to do with cops at all.
Then they got a Guinea. Not a Guinness, a Guinea. I know that it has something to do with a country some where on the equator and that’s about all and one other thing too. It’s a kind of a chicken or hen. What a currency has to do with an equatorial country or a chicken is beyond me. I’m not surprised. Many things are beyond me.
Next we got quid. Here a quid means a plug of tobacco that sticks in your mouth and tastes bad. Or in South America it’s a bunch of coca stuck in mouth that numbs your cheek. Either way I can’t figure it out. If it has anything to do with things that are stuck in your mouth I want nothing to do with it.
Next we have two that seem to be related.
A crown is one. They give each other crowns in England! Yeah, they really do! So a crown must be worth a lot, that’s what I figure. Like the jewels in the Tower of London and all. Maybe I shouldn’t have told where they keep ‘em. When they don’t have much bucks they give each other half-a-crown. Some times that’s all they can afford. Then we got the related one next.
Sovereigns. They got sovereigns over there and they don’t mean Kings and Queens in this case. They mean some kind of money. Gold sovereigns I think they call them. They hook up their money to royalty. We got no royalty. Wow, I’m really impressed with how they do things over there!
All we’ve got is bucks and dollars. Maybe in a stretch green-backs. See how culturally deprived we Yankees are? I’m gonna get adopted by the royal family some day and change my citizenship and adopt a cool accent and all. Speak BBC English. Partner-up with Mike Embley and all. Drink tea.
But in the meantime what am I gonna do? A penny for your thoughts, or even a ha-penny!
Yeah, that’s right, they’re so cool over there even a half-penny will buy you something. Here a penny isn’t worth it’s own copper.
But I still have a problem and it needs to be solved . In a good story the conflict needs to be resolved one way or another. Then it hits me! There’s an answer out there on the Internet!
They got this site see, called online literature. Plenty of Brits post up there. Brits are well known for being polite and real helpful and all. All cramped up on their tiny Island Fortress of Freedom has forced them to learn to be sociable ages ago. And besides, they got even with us for rebelling against the crown (and I don’t mean money) along time ago by invading us with he British Invasion back in the sixties. They made us listen to their music! We did. Now we’re best of friends. To them, we’re mates! (another sea-faring term I just love)
They’d be happy to help me out.
I’ll just post up this story and wait for an answer. Have a cup of Lord Grey while I wait. So now I’ve got my conflict solved. My story has an ending after all.
So maybe I better stop writing.
by
Steven Hunley
So I’m writing this interesting piece see? Oh, it’s real interesting and it’s about a British guy who’s giving another British guy some money. But right there is the problem. It’s like I’m writing a story and right away I’ve got some kind of conflict going on but the problem or conflict isn’t on the pages. It’s in my skull instead. It’s one of those conflicts we all experience at one time or another. It’s all about the money.
I can say he gave him a pound or some pounds. Trouble is, that’s not so romantic. I gotta rack my brain and come up with something else, you know, something more descriptive and all. I read a lot so my brain rack has plenty of English monies to choose from. Trouble is, I don’t know what any of them mean! Not one. Here’s an example:
First I’ve got what they call a Bob.
Now we all know they call cops bobbies. We all saw Hard Day’s Night. But this is only one bob. So what the hell is a bob anyway? It’s probably got nothing to do with cops at all.
Then they got a Guinea. Not a Guinness, a Guinea. I know that it has something to do with a country some where on the equator and that’s about all and one other thing too. It’s a kind of a chicken or hen. What a currency has to do with an equatorial country or a chicken is beyond me. I’m not surprised. Many things are beyond me.
Next we got quid. Here a quid means a plug of tobacco that sticks in your mouth and tastes bad. Or in South America it’s a bunch of coca stuck in mouth that numbs your cheek. Either way I can’t figure it out. If it has anything to do with things that are stuck in your mouth I want nothing to do with it.
Next we have two that seem to be related.
A crown is one. They give each other crowns in England! Yeah, they really do! So a crown must be worth a lot, that’s what I figure. Like the jewels in the Tower of London and all. Maybe I shouldn’t have told where they keep ‘em. When they don’t have much bucks they give each other half-a-crown. Some times that’s all they can afford. Then we got the related one next.
Sovereigns. They got sovereigns over there and they don’t mean Kings and Queens in this case. They mean some kind of money. Gold sovereigns I think they call them. They hook up their money to royalty. We got no royalty. Wow, I’m really impressed with how they do things over there!
All we’ve got is bucks and dollars. Maybe in a stretch green-backs. See how culturally deprived we Yankees are? I’m gonna get adopted by the royal family some day and change my citizenship and adopt a cool accent and all. Speak BBC English. Partner-up with Mike Embley and all. Drink tea.
But in the meantime what am I gonna do? A penny for your thoughts, or even a ha-penny!
Yeah, that’s right, they’re so cool over there even a half-penny will buy you something. Here a penny isn’t worth it’s own copper.
But I still have a problem and it needs to be solved . In a good story the conflict needs to be resolved one way or another. Then it hits me! There’s an answer out there on the Internet!
They got this site see, called online literature. Plenty of Brits post up there. Brits are well known for being polite and real helpful and all. All cramped up on their tiny Island Fortress of Freedom has forced them to learn to be sociable ages ago. And besides, they got even with us for rebelling against the crown (and I don’t mean money) along time ago by invading us with he British Invasion back in the sixties. They made us listen to their music! We did. Now we’re best of friends. To them, we’re mates! (another sea-faring term I just love)
They’d be happy to help me out.
I’ll just post up this story and wait for an answer. Have a cup of Lord Grey while I wait. So now I’ve got my conflict solved. My story has an ending after all.
So maybe I better stop writing.