Crap looking half red, half blue, credit card style bits of plastic that you received around the time of your sixteenth birthday.
At first these gained much kudos as a mark that you had reached maturity.
That was until 'Pikey Steve' got his, and it was decided that it had been sent by the government as a hint that at least SOMEONE in his family should go and get a fucking job.
National Insurance Numbercards
written by an*nym*us u*e*, approved by Mansh
