‘Flash the ash.’
The red pack of Marlboro was offered around reluctantly by Julie to her two companions on the park bench. The day was cold for June and an angry sky foretold rain.
‘You know these fags cost more than fifty pence each?’ said Julie. ‘I saw Granddad yesterday and he said in his day you could get ten cigarettes for one and three.’
‘What’s ‘one and three’ when it’s at home? Julie’s brother Dom asked.
‘How the fuck should I know,’ Julie shrugged. ‘But it doesn’t sound very much.’
‘It’s old money. Your granddad meant one shilling and threepence. In today’s money that’s around six-pence. I’m doing a project on it at school,’ said Boff.
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