The problem is some of us old timers struggle to operate 24 hours non-stop like a hitachi wand. Being British we need to stop every hour or two for a cup of tea before getting back on the job again.

And as for real deal, think of it this way. Imagine you're out shopping. There's something you desire, something you must have, something you need so bad its driving you crazy. You put plastic in the hole in the wall and its not accepted. There's a technical hitch. Gremlins! The power has gone down. Now wouldn't you regret not having cash, There's something about cash, the look, the smell, the feel and indeed taste of it. Its the real deal. You know that when you're staring at a Benjamin Franklin gripped tightly in your hand he may be old and crinkly but he wont let you down. You will be able to get that something you wanted. And all the other girls with plastic in their hands will look at you and think, there's an all american girl who when she wants a fuck turns to an old buck.

But I suppose you are right. The best is to have both, when you go to the restaurant you can use the plastic to satisfy your hunger but when you see the waiter and think of the tip, you dont want your flexible friend, you want hard cash.