I found some old boxes of photographs whilst searching for something else. A real mish-mash of stuff, but mostly from university. A few things struck me as I gorged myself on nostalgia:

We were all so thin.
We lived in squalor.
Haircuts were questionable.
Strip poker is never a good idea. Nor, for that mater is fire spinning.

And the number of crap, out of focus, underlit or overexposed photographs outnumber the good ones. Which is still true today, but at least now I don't have to wait until they're printed to find out.