When filling in on online form and your index finger gets tired scrolling the mouse wheel back to 1959.
In some respects I've been an old curmudgeon since I was about 23. I did, quite a few years ago though shave off the beard I'd sported for about 10 years and freaked out when I saw my Dad in the mirror.
Today, just get a letter from the NHS asking for a sample of pooh. Something to look forward to at the weekend, no idea how you get it in the tube.
On the rare occasion I venture into town for a beer and I call the pubs the name I knew them as and not what they’re called now.