If you're as old as me you'll remember that in the days before smart phones were widespread, we had these places called internet cafés where, if you were out and about, you could drop in and use some desktop machine the size of a Soviet refrigerator to book a flight or print your boarding pass or catch up with the latest comments on the
alt.tv.simpsons Usenet board, or whatever.
I wonder if, in the brave new world of internet censorship, internet cafés will make a comeback. Backstreet places with lax identification requirements where 15 year olds can subversively watch trumpet tutorials on youtube, or sneakily revise for their History GCSE by watching world-leading historians explain the consequences of the French revolution, all the while risking life imprisonment.
Who knows? Hard to predict, the future is, as Yoda said.