When I get bored I examine the loose change in my pocket. I especially look at the dates printed on each coin, and try and find the oldest one I can.
It's pretty sad actually, but vaguely interesting.
Below is a 20p from 1983. Imagine how much this coin has seen in the 26 years of its life. Perhaps it was dropped on the floor during the Bradford riots. Maybe it even went to the Falklands, or Iraq. Maybe some fat guy shoved it up his ass and now I'm handling it.
It makes one wonder.
now show me your old coins.