About this journal
I think of British coins like milk, I love them but they hate me.
I looked over some of my "best" British coins and pulled out a few that I thought were true winners. I came up with a 1937 crown that I thought was a sure lock for a 64 and maybe even a 65 if the NGC gods were kind. But it came back a ordinary 63. I also sent in a 1895 Florin that I would have bet my car was atleast a 64 and that came back a 63. And to top it off I had yet another one (1834 farthing) come back in a purple holder, hairline scratches.
My hat goes off to all those British collectors, like RMW, who come back with grades I dream of at night.
I'm not giving up, I'm staying in the fight, but it sure would be great to be right for just once. It's still fun anyways.