Why yes, yes there is – Miss Almostalady Jr, actually, who yesterday survived her Viva with flying colours and is now only a few pieces of red tape away from being an official and honest-to-God Doctor of Physics, and high-energy super awesome Physics at that.
I headed up to Oxford after work yesterday to join the celebrations. I met the Physics group at the lab where they were drinking champagne and eating chunks of a rather suspicious-looking cake. “They baked it specially,” Dr G told me happily. “It’s in the shape of our super duper experimental somethingorother*.”
For your edification, O Best Beloved, the super duper experimental somethingorother looks something like this:
I didn’t say anything til we got to the restaurant for dinner. The staff pushed together a long table and a round table for us to sit together and the physicists clapped their hands together happily. “The table is shaped like the super duper experimental somethingorother too!” they cried. “Hurrah!”
“No it’s not,” said my two glasses of wine on an empty stomach. “”It’s a big cock. You do all realise that, right?”
Silence. Eventually, tentatively… laughter.
Still, the night warmed up from there with the help of several bottles of wine and a cocktail stop at Old Orleans, a cheese-tastic haunt of mine from student days. Most of the group cried off at midnight, pleading work the next day, but Dr G and I had no such problem. So on from there we went to a student bar rock night, where I nearly gave the bar staff apoplexy by insisting they dig out their one bottle of Laurent Perrier and put it on ice for us. We danced our socks off til some time after 3 and eventually, cheerful and knackered, retired back to Dr G's flat.
The lady of the hour:
The lady of the hour plus friends:
The lady of the hour plus champagne...
The lady of the hour plus balloons! 
*this is, obviously, not exactly what she said
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