In 1972, it was £5, all in small change, which I dropped , and the crusty old major , a relic from the mid 20's afghan tribal wars, harrumphed and coughed, and I was shushed out by the recruiting Sargent. 2 weeks later I was in Helles Barracks, being beasted about for queen and country. The rest, as they say, is history.............
My fiver along with a dozen or so new recruits bought a great afternoon in the Queen Vic.
Some weeks later we find the fiver’s an advance; them Sergeants were sly.