The best bit of the recent coverage of the EU story was the revelation that British national treasure Cilla Black and her husband, may he rest in peace, Bobby were international currency smugglers. It transpires that while living in the misery of Harold Wilson’s Britain and labouring under the £50 limit for foreign exchange (about 1,000 euros in new money) — and at a time when ravellers had their passports marked with the amount of foreign currency they had bought at the bank — Cilla was struggling to pay the final £1,000 for a Spanish villa because of the controls. Her husband Bobby, a former baker, came up with a successful plan to hide the money in a hollowed-out loaf of bread. The maid at their villa was said to be intrigued to discover the couple eating toast with a hole in the middle.
Presumably the statute of limitations prevents an amusing and entertaining trial of the Scouse songstress for conspiracy to evade exchange controls.
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