Wiggy's World

So Wednesday night there I was not doing much other than chilling out, when I gets this phone call.  I had been looking forward to not doing much on the Friday, as I’d booked it off a while back, but Claire couldn’t get any extra tickets, so I told work I could be on call should they need it.  Anyway I digress, It turned out that I could go to Claire’s graduation after her dad had pulled out at the last minute, and I was so glad/proud that I was next inline Had to stay at Claires due to an early morning tram needed to get her gown and everything ready for the ceremony.  I’d chosen to wear my suit, and yet still woke up about 7am thinking “SHIT!! I’ve left my fucking shoes at my house!!!!” So an hour round trip and I was back, and luckily Claire had got her mum to iron my trousers and shirt so it was a quick change and then onto the tram.  It wasn’t all plain sailoing, due to a very rich Lasagne we’d had the night before, my gut was bubbling away and I was getting more scared with every stop on the tram, till we finally made it outside the Nottingham Trent stop.  The stewards were slowly but quite forcefully ushering the students away from their friends and family, but not before we’d managed to get a few photos of Claire outside the building and church across the way, and also had the professional photographers take her photo and also a rather nice copy of the 3 of us (Me, Claire and her mum) which I will post once I get a copy

Claire and mother

Claire, Best mate Dan, tutor and another fellow student

Claire after her proud moment

The Graduation Ceremony it’s self was not as “boring” as I thought.  I was kinda shocked at how many people had got their degree yet didn’t turn up for the ceremony.  Yeah holidays may already have been booked and things, but there were loads MIA.  I know if I’d spent 3/4/5 years to get a degree then I would wanna make sure I went (and got everyone in the concert hall clapping when they heard my name haha! How narcissistic/egotistical of me)  I felt a deep sense of pride when I heard Claire’s name and saw her getting up on stage.  Jackie was elated to see her daugther getting up on the stage.  After all the students had been up it was time for Sir David Attenborough to receive his honourary Doctor of Science degree, and I must admit to being spell-bound listening to him talking about rituals like the graduation, and how he’d been to other places deep within jungles where they have rituals etc.  Just something about his voice that just gets my attention straight away.  Mingled with the higher echelons of society for a bit, drinking champagne and orange juices whilst tucking into some nicely presented cakes/strawberries (I just had the orange juice and a cake honest)

Got back to Claires house and decided to see wether or not I could pull of the academic look by trying on her gown, and I have to say I looked quite dashing, and having been sat in the ceremony I felt that one niggling regret coming back.  The regret of course was not working harder when I after my GCSE’s and heading to Uni.  I have no idea what I’d have done or if I’d have even passed my degree but it’s one of the only regrets I have so far

How clever am I!!

Cue standard pose

Was an earlyish night that night, as we were both knackered from what turned out to be quite a surreal day thats for sure, and also due to being up early to head out for a hire job with some of the lads Sat morning.