Pain in the Third Degree

Three degree ceremonies in one day. Now that is what I call hard work. The good news is that Andrew was along to take the strain at the last one. But even so it is a long time in a suit and academic gown + silly wobbly hat. I still like doing the job though. The graduands really enjoy the day. One chap had flown in from Bahrain for to get his degree and was flying out again at lunch time. We had to move him into an early ceremony so that he could have his moment of glory with the Chancellor and then catch his flight back. Great fun.

Then I went to see a movie. Meet the Fokkers. My advice: It's too late for me. But you can save yourselves.