Monday 23 February 2015

The Numismatist In Me

Coins are fantastic things. You can be things with coins, you can sometimes receive coins for buying things too, you can ogle in awe at shiny coins, and stare in confusion or disgust at a beaten up coin which has clearly seen better days (before putting said coin towards a chocolate bar, video game, or whatever else your heart may desire).

Coins of course are just one part of currency, a system which keeps the whole world working wildly with wondrous writ (that makes sense doesn't it, I'm quite sure it does. It's getting late and I'm rather tired but hey-ho, I'll saunter on).

The matter at hand, as the clever little monkeys amoung you may have already divulged, is that I like coins. I would go so far as to say that I am a numismatist (see how it all links in with the title, oh aren't I clever). A numismatist, if you don't know and can't be arsed to search the term, is a person who study's or collects money, coins or medals. True it may seem like a rather grand, or even pompous hobby, and something which may be seen to be restricted to the well off; after all if someone has lots of money they can probably afford a slightly expensive distraction, however most hobbies, activities, and general recreational ventures do have some element of cost (but I'm getting distracted now, and what's with all these brackets? No more I say, it's getting silly)