2011 November 20, R.G.Black, Jammy Dodgers[1], page 19:
"Cigarettes! That's what it was all about: a million smackers' worth of tobacco. […]Where do you get your million from? You're still not making any sense." "What if I told you that Coutts lost a million quids worth of cigarettes in a heist in 1979?"
But realistically, how much is enough? If you put me on the spot, I'll say £1,000,000. One million smackers.
2014, Stan Mason, Fabulous Short Stories: Horse-Play[3]:
Theez case contains two 'undred thousand pounds. Do you understand? I want you to go to Kempton Part tout suite and bet it all on Omega in the three-thirtee.[…]Two hundred thousand smackers on a horse!
[…]Ryan approached me enquiring whether I was interested in him stealing my sound equipment back for me for a fee of twenty pounds, knowing who had pinched it. It was all getting too complicated for me. "Oh yeah, who might that be?" I asked nonchalantly. "Never mind who it is. Do you want your sound equipment back or not?" "Too damn true I want it back. Twenty smackers did you say?"
2017, Robert Radnor, The Queenfisher Hundred[5], page 45:
For £3,000 she'd say anything, even that her previous employers (who shall remain nameless) were good and kind people. Three thousand smackers! She tried to imagine how many Friday morning pension hand-outs that would be.
2023, D.E.Ceit, Ladybirds - Tales on the Wing[6]:
Two hundred and seventeen thousand, seven hundred and eighty-five pounds. That's what I, beg your pardon, my mistake, that's what we (in total silence) counted back into neat little piles and eventually 'shoved' back into the now forlorn-looking rucksacks. A quarter of a million smackers. A quarter of a million spondulicks!
Flanders was able to flog his piece of land, for which he had originally paid £4,000, to one of the largest gold-mining corporations for something like a couple of million smackers.
