In the name of Heavy Metal.

Not quite your usual graduation picture, but then not quite the usual thesis topic - or indeed graduand.

In summary:

lunch in Peter's yard with a bowl of tomato soup and fine sourdough

a bitterly cold wait outside the hall in Edinburgh (some plonker told me that I wouldn't need to take my warm jacket - another plonker listened to him!)

a really boring speech by the Principal espousing the merits of the staff, (sorry I thought the day was meant to be about the students?)

some bizarre pronunciation of the word "senAtus" (maybe its just non-Russell group Unis that drop the A for an a)

a stonkingly good Malaysian meal accompanied by a bottle of Prosecco in the Quartermile afterwards and

arrived home to find that Jonathan had fixed the ballcock in the loo, insulated the TV room, mended the heating and just generally been an all round good guy.

All in all one of the good days to celebrate.