Bachelor and Artist!

Graduation Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Forget what time I had set my alarm for. Put a pot of coffee on and cooked a fried breakfast for two (the lovely Pamela was enjoying my hospitality). Well a special occasion for sure!

Ok a bit of a rambling post. I will post a big thank you for all the many people who have made my graduation possible. Please bear with me however.

After not so much dropping out of polytechnic, not University in them days, thought I was never going to graduate. Just everyone else. Then I moved to Leeds and to Cornerstone and tidying up at number 16 found a flier for some semester 2 modules in archaeology in the old School of Continuing Education of the University of Leeds. I enrolled and headed for the Union Bar. And the magnificent libraries. So the rest is history. Under considerable difficulty I completed a part time degree programme in Local and Regional History. On Monday 14th December 2009 ce I was admitted to the Degree of Bachelor of Arts in Local and Regional History with honours class 2:2.

Back to Graduation Day. After breakfast and a shower put on my graduation suit and with Pamela got a taxi to the Parkinson steps. Was joined by Dad, Mum and Ben (mum’s 3rd ex). To the queue for tickets. What an experience! Chap behind me was collecting a masters in music. Then off to collect the cap and gown. By tradition graduands at Leeds do not wear the mortar board cap during the degree congregation. I had however bought the hat from Weed & Ravenscroft. Long story sent it back as it was too small and its currently lost in the post despite being sent special delivery. They gave me a hire mortar board in the interim. Definitely wanted to get the pictures, and Mum said she couldn’t wait to see me in a cap and gown. And over the years it has been perhaps a minor motivating factor, the once in a lifetime opportunity to wear a peculiar hat and gown.

Here I am framed against a Doric pillar of the Parkinson Court.



And here is the three Degrees shot. Though Dad says he has a masters so that makes four.



Left to right Dad (Dave Wareham, Open Univesity graduate), me, and Mum (Chrystal Orme, BA in Psychology as a mature student at Liverpool).

Here I am with the Brotherton Library in the background through the window



So after another coffee off we set to the Great Hall.

Lots of hanging about



We were told to be at the great hall for 10:15 hhrs Universal Time….. It was at this point I learned from Malcolm Chase that Michael Arthur was to preside, so the delay seemed all the more odd. Still we got there in the end and it was good to have received my scroll from the Chairman of the Russell Group.

Here is Professor Chase being asked for autographs



Here is the Great Hall our eventual destination….



A lovely shot of Pamela, left to right Dad, Pamela (mum behind) and Ben



Still queuing.



Finally got there!!!!!! A seat for one Bluebell New Jerusalem Eikonoklastes!



Lots more waiting around



We continue to wait and the marshals confer. They did a marvelous job of getting every graduand into the right seat. Then as we are called up, our name is checked against the list twice.



A view of the gallery



Looking again up to the stage lots of green hoodies. The University is my ghetto!



All Rise!

We are moving at last! In come the platform crew and the mace party



Here’s the Mace



Likesay ceremony itself is on a webcast

http://webprod2.leeds.ac.uk/webcast/default.asp?eventtype=G

So likesay call comes out, all rise, we all rise, in come assorted tutors followed by the mace party to wit Michael Arthur the Vice Chancellor, the University Secretary and the Mace bearer. Doctor Mike makes a great speech, calls for thanks and applause for

1. the Graduands, that’s us, a credit to ourselves, our families, and our University etc

2. The teaching staff, represented by them up on the platform

3. The parents, partners, friends and supporters of the Graduands.

4. All the staff of the University, all a vital part of the University as a community. And many present to receive long service awards.

Then all the graduands presented for degrees, one at a time, applause!

I was towards the end, got a wonderful knowing nod from Doctor Stella Cottrell, Director of the Lifelong Learning Centre and she pronounced my name spot on!

Up the 7 steps I go, Doctor Michael congratulated me and wished me well. Didn’t quite know what to say. “Cheers Dude!” I said with enthusiasm!



And here is a shot of fellow grads with degrees.



And another shot.



The VC declared the congregation closed and out went the mace party. The music played was Hallelujah! How appropriate! For me at least! I got there at last!

And out of the Great Hall we go in order and down the staircase



A self portrait



Down we go past some gaudy Victorian terracotta. Digging this vile Victorian vibe!!



The Early Childhood Studies BA’s, with an early child.



The big wide world awaits



Lots of graduates. In the background is Botany house.



The Local and Regional History crew, class of December 2009.



On to the departmental reception in the Lifelong Learning Centre.



From left to right Ben (ex stepfather), Mum, Dad, Pamela and Bluebell.

To the Bar!!!!!!!!! Mine’s a pint!



Another Old Bar shot.



Pamela the scholar



Pamela checking arsebook in the Union Bar like a true student



In Essentials, the Union’s in-house supermarket



With Parkinson



Parkinson Steps Anna, sorry Shot, er picture



A view of the Parkinson Court



And off to the official photography.



Is there a Disrobing room?



Some robes



A couple of hats snuggle together for warmth and so on



And here it is! The Scroll!



Perhaps I will write more another day. But best get this posted and go home.

the fun and games continue.....

Observant readers as ever to my blog will have noticed I have not posted since the 4th July..

well as it happens my current council in the village that disappeared (Bramley, Armley without the charm) flat is far from a place to call home. There is no soundproofing and I have been blessed by a boom box boy for a next door neighbour. And I did try to reason with him. But perhaps not everyone is reasonable. Ho hum.

I am deeply grateful to the wonderful friends how have given me the wonderful hospitality of somewhere quiet to complete my coursework or start it in the first place. And more than that I just needed a refuge from the negative energy.

And in my absence my flat has been broken into. First time round lots of stuff was taken. Had a phone call on Thursday evening from the Police Service, seems this time a fire has been started. Ho hum. I need a place I can call home...

So, Friday 28th August I handed in my dissertation in at the office of the Lifelong learning center of the University of Leeds, just before closing time. With my lovely friend Pamela caught the last train to Aspatria and Solfest, having bought a tent first from Millets (the burglars took my tent....). Here I am on the train with my receipt for my dissertation.



So after Solfest enjoyed Pamela's hospitality then back to Leeds to complete final piece of coursework. Again handed in just before closing time Monday 14th September. Hopefully I can now just await a place on the pass list.

And now I need a place to call home. Constructive suggestions are welcome and looking into things. Somewhere quiet, where I can offer hospitality and where I can keep my connection with Leeds and pursue my antiquarian and archaeological interests.

Travelling blessings.

getting silly but why not

In Britain! If you want to buy a Council you go to a Council Shop. If you want to buy a Council Shop you go to a Council Shop Shop and if you want to buy a Council Shop Shop you're being silly.

To the Moon….Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

I read in “Apollo Expeditions to the Moon” (edited by Edgar M Cortright, published by NASA, Washington DC, 1975) that the S-1C stage of the Saturn V Rockets that took the first Men to the Moon were constructed at Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville Alabama. They were transported to Cape Canaverel by barge down the Tennessee and Mississippi Rivers. Wonder if anyone on the banks of either river saw them and realised they were on their way to the moon in a manner of speaking. Relatively slowly.

Keighley and Saltaire with Pamela

Wednesday with my lovely visitor Pamela we headed off to Keighley, there is a direct bus. I heard from Dr Anzir that there is a Co-op department store there as indeed there is.

We did pause for a glass of J20 in the Livery Rooms, a Tim Martin Alehouse.



Turns out it had previously been a Temperance Hall….



Wikid eh?



They still do a vegan curry so only place for eating out really.



Here is the Town Hall.



Salt’s Mill



The Off Licence. Titus Salt was keen that Saltaire would have all the essential leisure facilities.



Victoria Hall. Great for line dancing. Next time perhaps

The Transmutation of Zion?

Looks like an old chapel to me.. saw it on the way back to Equinox from the Ecology AGM...



Has it been coverted into a Carpet warehouse (here in Yorkshire every other former nonconformist chapel is now a carpet warehouse) or a mosque? Or both?