Wednesday was a great day, and beside the celebration of of the birthday with friends and family, which always seems to be an award winner, of course the day of graduation from Wolverhampton took place, the main thing I suppose to take away was the fact that after all that effort, the time taken away from the the blog and other things being stranded in the Arctic tundra all that time, getting cold and losing games of ludo to the polar bears, it was all worth it.

And finally here are only just a couple of pictures from that day:

The three surviving contestants on the long windy road which lead us to this point, or course you may recognise the world renowned Lord of Leisure, wanted in three countries for his severe criminal case of apathy. We then move to the middle of the pack, Paul Bremer, a man who defies gravity on a daily basis with his secret machine of lies. Lastly of course, we present Mr. Steve Middleton, the man who remained confident to the last that all would be well, even when it got hugely annoying, er, I mean inspiring….

And here we are again, this time including the guest star from that memoerable blog post, er, whateveritscalled, Mummy. This time of course, without any remarks pertaining to her bottom. It would be the last time we see everyone before the journey to Estonia next week, to see Steve get married to a woman. Finally the rumours can stop… 🙂

And after collecting these fancy dresses, we wandered off to the Grand Theatre and then proceeded to sit down in a rather fancy looking auditorium. It was all very grand, up until the speeches started.

I swear my brain was melting.

I have no idea who the hell the first two people were who received their honorary degrees, but it turns out they wanted to ask people to take a career up with either the police or the teaching system. While we’re at it, why don’t we just ask everyone to kill their first born or take up golf, both are horrible ideas.

At least afterwards it was our turn. But even then we had to wait till the end, what were we, leapers? As people were getting their things with fancy prizes, I was wondering; Why the hell didn’t we get any fancy prizes for this? Not even a cuddly toy?

Slowly but surely, we all meant up and down that stage collecting our tokens of honour and then back down again. Then after another speech about the rainforest or the 2 for 1 special offer at Asda, who knows, I wasn’t paying attention at this point, we were finally free!!! FREE!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!

I assume no more illustration of joy need be applied to the page…

Thus ended one of the best days I’ve had in a long while. Things, it seems, have only gotten better. Granted, self adulation is a horrible thing these days, and something that people hate to see, but considering the fact that so many people have it so bad in many ways, that the few times we actually win through at something and succeed, it should be celebrated or at the least recognised in some fashion.

So I raise a glass of moderately priced cider, to Paul and Steve, brothers in arms through this business, and let’s hope more good things come our ways.