Last exam is over with, at least until the inevitable resits – I ballsed up Govt and I’m pretty sure I failed paper 2 of Law; it had two stinking questions that covered areas I was weak on.
So. Yeah. That’s uni finished now; I am no longer a MAMJ. I will miss most of the cohort and there were a few I didn’t really get to know as well as I’d have liked.
I’d like to think we’ll see each other around, but my job prospects are limited while the kids are the age they are and the rest of the guys have the world at their feet – some of them are moving city already!
Good luck in London, Gemma. And to Martin and Christine who get to move to Edinburgh, I’m well jealous! You’ll love it there. If you stop by Robbie’s Bar on the corner of Leith Walk and Iona Street, keep an eye out for a crazy goth wummin with some mad colour of hair – she’ll be the island of sanity in a pished Hibee sea of madness. Tell her I said hi.
Right then. Time to get a full time job…
…maybe after I’ve played some XBox…
