Great Privateering

When arriving at London, to pay the taxi, I resort to the pounds that I have removed from a teller of Edinburgh: it watches them to the taxi driver with a rejection near the loathing. " This is Scottish money. Do not have you English money? ". I pay attention for the first time to tickets and, indeed, they show a dark bluish tone and the stony efigie of a medieval soldier who does not sound to me. New success of the nationalists! The developed Europe has arrived well that badly to the unique currency, but in the United Kingdom are almost two which they are hated to each other although they are in fact only one. It lives the difference and its fraud to the common sense! The day there that the indignant against the nationalism meets in some place, where it is, that I go away Source of the news: : The Derby of the Great Privateering