Thinking about this the other day when printing my holiday tickets.
Can you remember the days of sitting in a travel agents booking your fortnight in the sun.
The bit of one upmanship when the girl read out aloud what you had booked. Superior apartment, pool view upper room. The feeling of international jet setter being told your flight time and airport, and of course the destination itself. Olu Deniz, now that sounds special.
But the real sense of occasion was getting the call from the agent to say your tickets had arrived. the whole family trooped down town to their office and if you had spent that bit more, you got a nice blue wallet to keep them in.
Not the same any more is it.