I just thought I’d take a glance at my archive and, coincidentally enough, today marks twenty-two years to the day since I wrote this entry announcing my A Level results. I can barely believe it: twenty-two years since I received the exam results which meant I was going to university; twenty years since the beginning of the incredible adventure which I am, more or less, still on. I didn’t know it at the time of course, but my experiences at uni saw me evolve and mature in a way which at the time I’d never have thought possible. It made me realise what I was capable of, and that I wouldn’t need to spend my life at home with mum and dad. That eventually gave rise to my current life here in London, via meeting Lyn.

Part of me wishes I could go back two decades and tell the guy getting those results of the awesomeness about to happen; but that would be giving the game away. Instead, I can just hope that everyone receiving their results this month has the same good fortune, and experiences the same wonders I have.