Better late than never - Thursday night was the last night of term at the London College of Communication, where our courageous Postgraduate Diploma (Broadcast Journalism) students have battled their way through another series of newsdays and assessments. They're all documented on this blog somewhere if you can be bothered to look (bung "LCC" in the search box, bound to come up with something).

Warning: Self-indulgent personal bollocks about what the food was like, what the places we went were like, and a whole load of photos of friends, now follows. If you've just come here from a search engine or for something intellectually stimulating, I've just written something about bullying which - while hardly Nobel prize-winning - is better than this.

So what better way to see out the term than a Chinese restaurant and a club or two? We started off at Black's, a members' club in Soho and one I rate very highly (yeah, out of my total members' club experiences: 1). Lovely furniture, no blaring music, odd-but-nice Polish beer, no mobile phones, log fire, peace and quiet. I know I occasionally exhibit signs of being 60 before my time, but give me this over Fabric any day.

From there we went to the Mayflower (at least I think that's what it was called), a nearby Chinese restaurant who did well to make room for around 15 of us. Again, fantastic food, although it seemed incredibly expensive. But then I'm used to paying for my Chinese at the "Chinese Dinner" in Streatham Vale, an altogether different proposition.

Here's a series of photos from our evening in the Chinese, so if you don't really know these people or care, probably best move on.

Still with me? Excellent, here goes.

It'll be ages before we re-convene: four weeks off, then three week placements for some of us (and a TV course for others, which I'll go on after my time in Manchester). It's all coming to an end! The sadness, but oh, those happy memories. Plenty left in the LCC newsroom tank yet though (TV course will be a cracker, rest assured...).

Since Thursday night I've actually managed to become the centre of gossip for once in my life (I'm usually behind the camera peddling the goss instead, it's a definite eye-opener). One of my friends was told by a friend of another friend - ain't that always the way - that I'd pulled someone on Thursday night. This I can categorically deny, but still, it's nice to think that if Heat magazine did an LCC edition, I'd have got onto about page 14.