Prediction: humble bus tickets (and similar slips like them) will outlive the Oyster card.
Because for decades they were used as book-marks. In times to come, some young idea may pluck down grand-dad’s book, and out will fall … something old, something blue, …
Here I am, following the orders of my cabinet-maker. He was insistent that, once a year, I must turn each library shelf to prevent bowing. He obviously knew my habit of overloading shelves. Moreover, after some ten months, quite a bit of book-wandering has taken place. What, for heaven’s sake, is Robert Harris doing on the History shelves? Anyway, I need the First World War stuff to hand in one place.
And the Lady in my Life reckons the room smells dusty.
So here I am, Ordnung muss sein.
Then, on the floor, a small benison. Five London Transport bus tickets.
Thank you, however you were, back in the days when one-and-a-half pence took you to-and-from work, with a book to read on the way.