I’m about to run along to my graduation - neatly dolled up in Cambridge’s version of subfusc, and from the glorious sun of the past week, a big grey cloud forms above the sky. The spots of rain are on the ground.
This is irksome.
Anyhow: in three and a half hours, I will be Tom Armitage BA. Which sounds rather nice, spoken aloud…
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