I was just thinking yesterday, one year anniversary of the Re-design, how quick time flies!
I remember this time last year I was getting all excited about the whole new design.
Nothing much has changed in a year, but before you know it I will be wrinkled and smelly with my balls dragging hanging on the floor sitting in a dirty, grimy flat in a string vest in an old worn out chair with a a dirty old cat climbing all over the small, council-installed kitchen appliances knocking over old beer cans and take-away food wrappers as a pissy waft fills the atmosphere; the highlight of my day looking out the small dirty windows with a pair of binoculars at the young blonde neighbour with big tits.

Sounds about right.
The futures bright.