...when plenty of the UK domestic shuttle services were turn-up-and-go.

...when you could always, always get on the earlier flight if you got to the airport early.

...when the departures lounge was little more than a bar in the corner (open at 8am) selling ancient bottles of Britvic fruit juice at extortionate prices.

...when your bags were always waiting for you at the luggage carrousel.

...when queues were only for charter flights, and even then, only 10 minutes long.

...when the local airport's business lounge was accessed by simply knowing where it was (it was in an obscure part of the airport, in amongst some offices).

...when the way to get cheap flights was to buy 'bucket' seats on undersold charter flights, from shady operators making almost all their money from insurance sales and currency commission. You would then be dumped an a military airfield in the middle of nowhere in some random country, and realise, as all the tour customers are whisked off, that you have to attempt to make your own way to the nearest town, wherever that may be.

...when, to go from the UK to France, you ended up queueing up at the Post Office for a 'British Visitors Passport', available over the counter.

...when all frequent fliers in the UK carried their Schiphol 'See Buy Fly' bags as a symbol of pride!

...when CDG1 seemed like an avant-garde vision of the future!