End of an era

I was glad I had swapped my light grey, suavely cut “Francis” suit for a more sombre, square shouldered “Tony”, as dark attire was definitely the order of the day. Everyone looked older. I saw a particularly wizened specimen with silver hair in a dark trench coat in the large mirror of the reception room, before realising it was me.

It was a jolly-ish occasion, nevertheless, seeing everyone again and reminiscing.

Blog

It looks a bit complex to me, what with having to remember what all those letters do. Maybe it would be more suitable for a blog with many daily updates? However, it might encourage users overseas to up their ante?

For me, any new format that makes posting photos and videos more easily would win hands down.