For 15 years I have driven to France. Today I went to the Post Office and paid £5.50 for a cardboard driving permit. The clerk wrote it in biro and stuck my photo on with a glue-stick. No big deal but it did feel like a step back in time. I guess, though, that's the whole idea.
Miss uni where you could wake up 30 minutes before a lecture and decide not to go where as if you wake up 30 minutes before work and decide not to go apparently you get fucking sacked