A dying art..

My 13 year old brother is head over heels in love with a hussy who recently dumped him by text. His sympathetic friends told him he should consider himself lucky to be dumped by text. It could have been via twitter. Goodbye romance, hello tweet nothings.   
       
I despair. Amid the explosion of digital and social media, we seem to have forgotten the joys of penning a personal communiqué. Unlike tweet or text, you can always keep a letter - to cherish fondly or bask in glorious smugness for many years to come. Could an entire generation really grow up never knowing the visceral joys of the hand written love letter?
 
Read the full article published in the Leither magazine.