Well, the exam is over. That's about as much as I can say about that for now - until I get my results I'm keeping my lips zipped.
After I'd finished I wandered down to Hoxton, saw the Gary Hume exhibition at the White Cube; had a big coffee and some banana cake at a uber-cool cafe in Hoxton Square and then met OBF (Other Best Friend) at his new place in Shoreditch. It is so cute, and I haven't seen him looking so happy for ages.
We wandered back to Hoxton Square to a cheapo noodle bar for dinner (after a couple of beers) and sitting near us was Alexander McQueen, dressed like a complete chav. What is it with him? He has to be one of the brilliant designers of the moment, producing some truly incredible stuff - so what about his own appearance?
Maybe he's just going through a phase... ".... um, Mum, I have something I have to tell you.... I think I might be a Chav."