I am rewarding myself with a half-day, claw-back of time in lieu tomorrow and going to this:

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I am a huge Vivienne Westwood fan.

As we know I love frocks. Love them, love them, love them.

And Vivienne Westwood makes the most amazing creations. The design is so innovative, she can make fabric do things I've never seen before.

I love how her clothes are so different and yet so English.

I am the proud possessor of one Vivienne Westood skirt that I have worn for three years now at least once a week. It looks as well as the day I bought it, which is no mean feat considering how clumsy I am. And a ring, which could happily double as a knuckle duster, which shop assistants in frock shops have been coveting for the past ten years.

Anyway, I am going to have a lovely time and drink yummy guinness in the Dog and Partridge pub afterwards. Yay!

Here we are, yesterday morning, before our graduation ceremony at the University of Leicester. That's Blayka on the right and Kisty, middle.

Don't we look comfortable in our gowns and mortarboards?

Graduations are a terrible faff. There's no where to put anything. You need someone to carry everything for you. You seem to be walking about constantly collecting this, collecting that. Everyone talks to you like you're 12.

But the ceremony itself was quite fun. They have a seriously flashy mace and a lovely set of wands at Leicester and the chairs for the Vice Chancellor, Chancellor and Deputy VCs looked like they'd been inspired by the first Star Trek series. The live music made a great addition to the general pomp and ceremony, but it did seem very long.

And so we were out by 1pm and back into the rain.

Blayka is in Manchester for the next couple of days, touring football stadiums, so we nipped to her hotel for a farewell drink before saying our good-byes.

So, it's all done. I have the certificate to prove it. Masters in Mass Communications - with Merit.

Now, next challenge... hmmmm!