Pretty Green

A one pound note from the year I was born. My uncle got hold of it just after my birth, and kept it in mint condition for two decades, before giving it to me as a 21st birthday present. Sadly, he passed away around this time five years ago, so the note remains one of my principle ways of remembering him.

It's an eye-catching bit of paper, with fewer anti-counterfeit features than you see on today's currency. HM's looking considerably younger and less stressed, while on the reverse, Isaac Newton looks pretty chuffed with himself, possibly having chopped down that bastard apple tree at long last.

Not much more to say today, so here's a song that's about as old as the note.

I've got a pocket full of pretty green
I'm gonna put it in the fruit machine
I'm gonna put it in the juke box
It's gonna play all the records in the hit parade
This is the pretty green, this is society
You can't do nothing, unless it's in the pocket

I've got a pocket full of pretty green
I'm gonna give it to the man behind the counter
He's gonna give me food and water
I'm gonna eat that and look for more

And they didn't teach me that in school
It's something that I learnt on my own
That power is measured by the pound or the fist
It's as clear as this

I've got a pocket full of pretty green