I turned up at the Cash Machine this morning, because I needed a tenner to get a train to Bangor, and the Cash Machine had been turned into the control desk of the Starship Enterprise. It used to be your average ATM: a bit grubby, worn out 'Enter' key, Jamie heart KayLee UVF scratched into the side wall, and the odd bit of chewing gum/vomit/unidentifiable substance on the keyboard. It was a good way to save money, that cash machine, because you had to be reasonably desperate in order to use it.
Anyway, today, as I say, it has been replaced by the flight desk of a space shuttle. It's all neon plastic, nice fonts, clean buttons and new flashy screen.
Worryingly, there is a large sign saying 'If you notice anything suspicious about this cash machine, please contact the Police'. I cannot decide whether it is suspicious that the cash machine has, overnight, become capable of teleporting me to Venus, so I take my tenner and leave.