Oh I remember now, I was gonna blog about...

my graduation! Whoop! (Well it was a week or two ago, cut me some slack). To be honest I wasn't really looking forward to graduation as a) it signaled the end of university for good and b) dressing smart and standing around awkwardly? Gah! But I guess it all turned out okay in the end and was a nice enough day. Well I got to see lovely people again and have my last student drunken evening afterwards.Look its me getting graduated! Exciting and shaky! Although I'm getting a head of myself here. So yes that silly cloak and hat, what an odd set of clothes, thirty seven quid for the excitement of wearing it (for a few hours, I could have paid more and hired it for a week, imagine someone going into a club tarted all up with it on). There's four arm holes in the cloak, which was very exciting and confusing (no put your arms down the hole I was told, but I had down the hole, it was confusing, a minefield and frustrating to see me peers putting their arms in fine, well they got a higher degree classification, so it all makes sense, bigger brains). Look there's me all smartly dressed with my piece of paper that cost £3,600, bargain! (Thanks Tony Blair).

Well before the exciting ceremony when we were told what we'd have to do the Star Wars mentions came thick and fast. I was told it was like a Jedi cloak, that we could just pull out lightsabres, my Star Wars geek brain was exploding with creativity! AM I JEDI? Then I was told the actual ceremony was like the end of Star Wars Episode 4: A New Hope when Han and Luke (but not chewie) collect their medals from Leia. Would R2-D2 make it to my graduation, would chewie get his degree?I got asked how does the music go in that scene, and I did a rousing version (ba-de-da, de da da...) while queuing up, it was stuck in my head! (Although I was subsequently given a tune which I was told would eradicate any tune that's stuck in your head, the theme tune to Animal hospital, it ruddy works!)

Although once I got in the whole thing felt like wedding, walk down the aisle with the person who comes closest to me alphabetically, how romantic. Wouldn't marry them. So I shook hands with the Chancellor, (of the university, not of the exchequer, sadly I'd love to shake that darling hand) a man that's the chairman of Reading football club (did I know this before hand, did I fuck). His name is John Madjeski and is like a hero of Reading, apparently. Although I wanted to shake hands with the vice chancellor instead as he looks like Kilroy (he could be the real Kilroy for all we know, what's Kilroy done recently, gone into hiding and become Vice-Chancellor of the University of Reading? probably). Look for yourself here, it's ruddy Robert Kilroy Silk.

And that was my graduation, over before it began, I'm sure there's more I could say (we threw our hats in the air, how cliche) but as I'm blogging this nearly two weeks later my memory is little fuzzy. I've only just remembered I have a blog. Toodles!