It all ends

So the posters for the last Harry Potter film said. So, having followed the boy wizard through the books and other films, I headed to see the last film on Wednesday.

Wow. The whole story comes together. The bits which seemed missed out from the Harry Potter and the half-blood Prince. (Anyone who'd not read the books seemed to enjoy this; those of us who had read the books were left thinking of all the critical plot elements which had been left out).

Why do I love Harry Potter? Because the story is about love. Love of parents which kept Harry alive when "you know who" should have killed him; love of friends who stood by Harry through think and thin; love of good, no matter the cost.

Can't wait till the box set of all 8 films comes out. Me thinks the Gerbil household will be having an epic viewing one weekend when that happens, though not back to back. Eating and sleeping will need to be fitted in!!!

The question of robes (again!)

I'm aware there in the placements I undertake, it may be appropriate for me to wear robes. I have posted about this before. I won't wear a cassock - it's just too much. Besides, I'd just feel like an extra from Harry Potter, though I do not have the stature to carry it off.

Talking of Harry Potter. The other day, while awaiting rescue from my bedroom, I had a clear out of my bedside cabinet. Among the items I came across was a photo taken of me at my graduation. It wasn't the professional one, but I think taken by my uncle. There I was doing an excellent impression of Harry Potter. All I needed was the scar on my forehead. The only reason my peers didn't make the connection was it was 1999 - Harry Potter hadn't gone viral, quite.

So, looks like a suit's the order of the day. Besides, if I wasn't already a graduate, technically I wouldn't be entitled to wear academic robes. Besides, if I were to wear them, my nearest and dearest (thanks Mum) would kill themselves laughing and wonder what was wrong with me!