1960: World Port

Once upon a time, travelling by plan was exciting and glamourous. Something to look forward to. It’s all so very tawdry now. As is not unusual on this blog – I’m looking back, fondly, at an earlier age.

Vignettes – 03/03/15

A leaving do for a work colleague. Venue a private members’ club in St James’. My old stomping ground from days gone by (the area, rather than the club). I like these sorts of clubs – slightly stuffy yet also quite informal. Members on first name terms with all the staff. Lots of older people…