The next big step, now that we'd done our Final Team Challenge, was also our last. We were now entering Week Twelve, the last week of our Prince's Trust experience. And it was a surreal thought; it felt like we'd started so long ago because we'd done so much stuff, but when you think about it, it had only been a quarter of a year. We'd barely started, really, and already we were on the precipice that marked the end of this chapter.

The day we said farewell to Margaret, Maureen, Elizabeth and their workers, Vicky asked us to write the first draft of our presentation speeches. Late that night, I still hadn't done it and at midnight I suddenly twigged and did a rushed A4 side of waffling about myself. This was the result...

( Those allergic to length may want to flee, screaming in terror. )

After the presentation night, most of us (including Vicky, Tim, Barry and Jason, as well as Anna's friend Stu) went to the Running Horses, a lovely Wetherspoons pub next to Cineworld in St. Helens. Anna, Dave, Perry, Matty, Lewis, Ryan, William, Steph (William's highly excitable friend) and myself were also there.

We all had a couple of celebratory drinks here, and a bit of banter. Perry was talking about his own presentation, spouting his usual yet amusing egocentric nonsense about how his was the best and then Stu shot him down.

"I think Kelsey's was the best. Come on, she made a reference to speaking in third person while speaking in third person. It was genius!"

Heck to the yes - you can't beat zany intellectual humour!

( The Chronicles of That There Night After the Presentation )