[Misc] Honest People

[Ooh it’s a corner]

Sometime in 1968 I found a ten bob (50p) note blowing down Penny Lane (Yes, the Penny Lane) and no-one in sight who might have dropped it. At that time, after paying for the Hall of Residence, my grant left me with £30 a term to live on, and ten bob would pay for the Student Union Frida night dance (headline act The Searchers, support band, Jethro Tull) with enough left over for a couple of pints - so I kept it.

To this day, I'm riddled with guilt about not handing it in to the police (who I've much doubt would have found the owner), so if anybody on NSC - or anybody you know - lost ten bob in the vicinity of Penny Lane in 1968, please contact me.

Please be aware before claiming, I will need verification .................. and I have kept a record of the serial number!

I’m surprised - I’d have thought lose something in Penny Lane and it’s only lost a short while whereas in Strawberry Fields forever!

 

[GT49er]

I’m surprised - I’d have thought lose something in Penny Lane and it’s only lost a short while whereas in Strawberry Fields forever!

Nice one!

I know I should have spent it on a poppy from the pretty nurse behind the shelter on the roundabout, but she wasn't there that day.

 

[B-right-on]

Working on a terraced house in Shoreham a couple of years ago, I went out thru the back into the not much used alley behind the houses to bring something in. Saw a handbag on the floor amongst the weeds. On the second pass I thought I'd just see what it was. Opened it up and was full of 'womens stuff' including an opened purse with no cards or cash but had a DL of a youngish girl.

Took it to the cop shop and left my details. The next day had a dad come round with a couple of bottles of very nice wine. Apparently his daughter had just started working in a beauty salon and bought the (designer) handbag for £700 from her first months wages a few weeks ago and it was stolen from her work. She had a few quid in cash which she wasn't bothered about but the handbag had lots of value to her and she'd been in tears for the couple of days it had gone missing.

Was a lovely feeling to have done that. Her dad was so happy it had been returned.

 

[clapham_gull]

My public-spirited nature in always handing something in / finding the owner comes from something that happened to me as a student in London very early 90s.

I dropped £400 pounds on the tube in a wallet (yes really). It was the withdrawal of a student loan. I was the first year of loans (which was only for subsistence not fees) and can't remember why I took it out. Possibly to pay my rent up front.

I'd never in a million years be walking around with that sort of money at 19/20 years of age but that day I was

I dropped it probably near the Embankment. An old man picked it up and took it all the way up to the end of the line to Upminster and handed it into the Police.

No mobiles really in those days, but they managed to get hold of my dad who managed to get hold of my landlord.

Never forgotten that. Had to go all the way up to the Police station who counted it out in front of me.

 

[The Clamp]

Where I can, I've always had a look inside to see if there's any ID and handed stuff in to their gym or library or whatnot. They can contact them from there.

 

[The Antikythera Mechanism]

I lost my wedding ring in the pool at Center Parcs this Tuesday, I didn’t notice until we’d left the pool and were having a coffee. Went back and reported the loss to a lifeguard who said that someone had found a ring at the bottom of the rapids and handed it in. He went to get it an it was mine. Completely restored my faith in human nature.