So, we're apparently in final year?

Day 257

The final year Dick Vets have the pleasure of being allowed to wear a final year jacket. It's like the 6th year pupils at school all having prefect bands on their blazers. It says 'we made it' and more worryingly 'we know what we're talking about'. What next year's first years will eventually realise is that we don't really know what we're talking about, we just know enough to blag and bull shit our way through!