Leaving Trinity

Well I've finally left... I managed to avoid tears until the bus stop at about 2.30am outside Tiger (not including Peter Radford's leaving speech, which was so bad, it went through being so bad it was funny and out the other side in to the realms of being horrific). The Deputy Head said that I've touched many boys, but not in a Michael Jackson way.  So I'm in my boxed-up flat about to go out for another leaving do in Greenwich. As long as people aren't lovely to me I'll be ok...