... my graduation. Although it was only fairly brief, it was good to see all my Reading friends again, particularly all the Frenchies. I got to wear a mortar board too (which I couldn't when I graduated in Bristol), so that was cool for tradition/silly reasons.
After this I went to London and followed some bad directions badly to Nigel's house, turning up well after 11 in the evening ready for a Game of Life. Lateness led to fast drinking, which led to chucking in his sink. Friday night, woo!
