Kids these days, don't they study history? The age of Woolies followed that of the Tudors. A daily Children's Crusade would relieve them of their pick-n-mix, foolishly left exposed to sundry juvenile pilferers via the doors. The purchase of five-packs of cassette tapes was a later and legitimate purpose, as was the acquisition of singles (vinyl, m'lord) for the princely sum of 75p.
I did once try to explain floppy disks to a recent hireling, and she really did the entire but it's not a disc and it's not floppy? routine with a completely straight face. She also refused to believe me that the vestigial ashtrays on planes actually was because people were once allowed to smoke on them. Could you open the windows? she asked, again, in complete seriousness.
I was, for reasons of topics elsewhere, pondering the prospect of 'pubic hair fashion' earlier and the fact that, as a regular swimmer, I do maintain a tidy topiary in the antipodes to avoid looking like I'm giving birth to a fully grown Leo Sayer. But then I stopped myself, because there are entire generations to whom Leo Sayer and his signature curly hirsute bouquet will forever be a mystery.
And also, I suspect that it would have been an overshare, and I wouldn't want to do that.