That was fast!

My son's 22-year-old first footwear appeared in a heap of stuff unearthed from below his cabin bed in a big clear-out orior to the removal and replacement of the bed.

Even older: the afternoon pass for a French Alpine Ski resort, from a one off trip with colleagues from my Masters course at Essex Uni in January 1986!!! And still firmly attached to the cagoule (remember those?) i was wearing - i reckon you can spot hill-walkers among the skiers by their attire.