It was the agency’s significant birthday and we all got invites. I got a beautiful printed one, personalised. A still from “that campaign”. I knew the address by heart. Many’s the time I’d mumbled it to some cabbie after a long lunch. No one worked there any more of course but the building was still there, used to entertain VIP clients and probably as a vanity thing for the agency’s owners. We’d all make the effort to be there. Apart from those who’d never left of course. Maybe they’d switch them on. Would be good to see them work again.