At some point in the future the ancient sport of conkers is going to be exclusively played by demented revivalists complete with the period costume of schoolboy shorts, torn shirt and baggy socks as they desperately seek to live out a fantasy where not all entertainment is administered by a handheld device.
They’ll meet at authentically themed weekends, eat Wagon Wheels, drink Tizer like it’s going out of fashion and send things called ‘postcards’ to tell everyone what a lovely time they’re having. In fact, we’re not that far from this very scenario already.