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Hi guys,
Just a heads up for those who might need/want this sort of thing for magical purposes - sainsburys are doing a posh christmas pudding (their most expensive, decadent, luxurious one ) that includes a replica three penny bit. (It says on the box it's traditional to put it under someone's plate... whilst I'm sure this is true, presumably it's health and safety that stops them suggesting the more famous tradition of pushing it into the pudding!).

Anyway, I'm no numismatist so I don't know how rare or expensive genuine threepenny bits are, but there's only one on eBay and it's selling for £10 plus P&P.

The pudding costs about £13 which is a lot, but if you needed a threepenny bit anyway, it might make sense to just buy a slightly posher Christmas pud this year?

Just a thought.

Farlsborough wrote:numismatist

Nice

threepenny bits are pretty common, you can usually pick them up at collectors fairs for next to nothing. £10 plus P&P is very expensive, must be something special about it for that.

When I was at school, we were served Christmas pudding with sixpences inside them. This was shortly before we were thrashed and sent outside to enjoy a ten mile cross country run in bare feet.

Kids these days don't know they're born. I think in my day they put money in puddings as a form of natural selection. If you were stupid enough to choke to death on them, you probably were never going to procreate anyway.

was I the only person who actually used to enjoy those cross country runs?

Lady of Mystery wrote:was I the only person who actually used to enjoy those cross country runs?

I enjoyed them because it lent us the opportunity to have a crafty fag or two. Then take a short cut through a farmer's field and get back to the "changing rooms" before the athletic kids. Much to the disgust of the sports teachers!

themagicwand wrote: it lent us the opportunity to have a crafty fag or two

For the benefit of our US readers who are probably going purple in the face right now, 'a fag or two' means one or two cigarettes, not... well... you know...

In my far off days of cross country running, we used to get lifts off the milk and bread delivery guys as many of us had weekend jobs helping them do deliveries. If push came to shove, we'd catch a bus most of the way then roll in the mud before sprinting the last 200 yards - just to make it look good!