Graduation

At about five thirty on Saturday night Mike fell off his seat. No warning, no reason, he just fell. To be fair I don’t really remember, I had been drinking whiskey for an hour. I also had wine; actually it may have been two hours. I am unsure if I drank port as well. No I don’t think I did. Anyway it was a most excellent fall, one moment he was drinking, next he was head first into his washing basket. Earlier Ruth had managed to spill wine on half the beds in the house. And I had got a little carried away over a wall chart featuring Birds of Sea and Shore like this:

“Check my wall chart Yo!, It’s got Boobies on it titter, and look Gannets! Check it Yo!”

Also we shouted the names of play writes out the bedroom window, like this:

“Harold Pinter”
“Aeschylus”
“Oscar Wilde”
“Shakespeare”

We graduated; I got a 2:1 (Including getting 75 for my dissertation) that was really fun. The ceremony itself was kinda great in a really boring sort of way. I felt all sorts of goodwill and irrational cheer. I got to wear really silly clothes and clap my friends loads. Was fun. The graduation Ball was great fun aswell. It ended with the drunken fun above.

Must write something better soon, i'll try and be less lazy.