It was less Dustin Hoffman than Harry Potter. Daughter reckoned the sweeping gowns made her think of good old Snape. Quite.
I may be a graduate. But having ‘done it’ in the wrong country I have not experienced the weirdness of gowned penguins getting hit on the head by an authority figure of sorts.
We travelled to the Athens of the North for Offspring Number One’s graduation, so this is what you get today. Offspring Number Two managed to snap around 600 photos, and I reckon that’s about 550 too many.
The Queen came as well, but she went off and spoke to another group of people, before parading around town, causing traffic problems. Or so I’d like to think, anyway.
Dodo is also a newly baked graduate, and she found to her great surprise that her Celtic (with a soft ‘c’) Studies are doing well. No Rangers Studies, however.
I was able to say ‘Hej’ to one of Son’s tutors, admired another student’s rather nice purple kilt, and fell completely for the lovely young lady in a red tartan outfit. In fact, this kind of event brings out a good many kilted males, which makes for very pleasant viewing.
With Dodo’s family we repaired to George Square for some photographic frolicking. After which we descended the ancient and steep streets to a veggie restaurant where we spent a few hours over lunch. Except Son who needed to engage in some departmental partying and left early.
Fearful of losing Son’s degree certificate we handed it to Dodo to look after. So any mishaps will have nothing to do with me! Then it was all we could do to put ourselves on the train to Grandmother’s house, where we are still recuperating. Let’s hope it’s a while before we have to do this again.