Great excitement over at my philanthropic arm the Colin and Gromit Foundation, for my alma mater has ~ in recognition of the fifty quid toward students not needing to dumpster-dive for a living ~ invited me to an evening of canapés and cocktails with the great and the good.
Commenting the chairman (me) said: I am delighted that the tireless work of our foundation in alleviating student poverty with generous grants, and with tackling the scourge of mosquitoes with rolled-up newspapers has finally been recognised. Were he here alongside me today, I am sure that Gromit himself would say 'Woof'.
Readers of the blog will know that during finals in 1980 I took a punt on a reunited Germany in an essay that I was marked down for... the Germans dicking around for ten more years before getting in done. But I'm not a bitter man, merely pounding a pillow every night in frustration, and this could well be an opportunity for amending past hurts and grievances?
Accordingly I shall wheel the dinner-jacket out of the wardrobe if anyone out there be discreet enough to let them know that a doctorate would be gratefully received on the night?
Or failing that, a Nobel Peace Prize.
Ed. Brace yourselves, as there could be another 'Big Day Out:' in the series.
