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!
What with walking into mirrors as well, you sound a liability! 
2008-07-10 @ 08:06