Like most I guess, my days of moving decent lumps of ‘king cash’ around are gone with the flexible friend, but my anecdotal evidence on-course was that the thumbing-cum-flicking-cum-fanning-cum-concertinering speed of bookies’ clerks seemed a significant number of microseconds faster than the – still impressive – thumbs of bank tellers, despite the advantage the latter had of piling the notes on a desk first
Both enjoyably mesmerising but not as remotely enjoyable as my repeated slow thumbs through desocked wedge after an afternoon’s successful tilting
Happy days