After rocking the Nibblet wedding with the customary aplomb (by that I mean making up for any degree of musical tightness with an array of silly christmas hats, vocoder solos and ironic Mariah Carey covers), I rolled home about 11.30pm after a moment of peace and stillness up on the Suspension Bridge.

Calm was replaced by tension as the feet dragged on a large envelope from the University of London. Heartrate was up as I fumbled with the seal. Your eyes always search for the ‘P’ word in these situations. There were two of them – whoop! So I dropped it and went to get a recepticle for a drop of single malt to celebrate. It was only afterwards I actually checked the marks, and found that in the hardest unit I studied, I’d actually got the best exam result I’ve ever had, ever.

Despite the loveliness of my friends and their birthday presents the next day, the honest answer to the question “what was your best present” was the one I gave myself!

Exam results

Seems a long time since this.

Blessings to all,

 

Matt