Oh, the late nights of my relative youth.
Heading home from wherever and talking the taxi driver into a quick Georgie Pie stop. A remedial feed for chump change and I always thanked myself in the morning.
So, they're back are they? Sort of anyway, and hey, it's not often you get to savour the taste of nostalgia.
First off, it looks the same; square and thin but not an envelope. Which reminds me, I was still writing letters when these suckers were around.