It’s a day of lasts for me. My last seminar, Rick Moody and Susan Minot discussing John Cheever (although I have to say that I’m finding a lot of Cheever to be a bit of a mixed bag, with more duds than successes to my mind, but I did rather enjoy the convoluted storytelling of “The Day the Pig Fell in the Well”).
Then my last lunch of beige food, albeit a bit less beige than previously.
And then finally the hooding ceremony and I’m now not just a writer, but a master of the fine art of writing (creatively). Plus I apparently now own this groovy outfit: