OK, OK! I'll see what I can do [echoes Bingley grump]

This weekend I went to a production of Fidelio at Glyndebourne, so got misel awl tarted up like a pengwin (thought of you, *girls!) I may end up with a usable photo from one of the relics. BTW, one of the national papers included a comment in the review about DJs being the 'last vestige of costume of the British upper classes' or some such crack - I laughed, basically agreeing, but nevertheless bit on the protocol for the sake of the *girls in our party. Takes an effort to get me to wear a suit nowadays!