Underpants

Spent most of the day in Glasgow, attending two Open University graduation ceremonies. They're always impressive events, due to the amazing quality and diversity of the graduands (today the youngest was 22, the oldest 85). There was one first-class honours degree in maths, a student who I'd tutored early on in his degree. I was delighted to see him graduate. There was one posthumous award; I was told that the student completed her degree but then died in childbirth. There's nothing one can say.

There were several graduates who wore highland dress under their academic gowns; we tried not to be distracted by the gentleman in the front row who was sitting with his legs apart, displaying his underpants to all on the platform to see. Cue lots of "What is worn under the kilt?" jokes. (Thank goodness he wasn't a 'true' Scotsman.) Between the ceremonies we popped out for a breath of fresh air, the customary light sprinkling of rain and a spot of lunch. Two young chaps were displaying their considerable break dancing talents on the pavement in Buchanan Street - they were also displaying quite a lot of underpant. Sometimes a day just develops a theme all by itself. I think I'll go and put the washing away.

Edit: Just noticed that when visiting for the same ceremonies last year, I blipped Buchanan Street from a distance.