SC and I were trying to work in one of the smaller University library reading rooms.

While I was still worrying about my degree, she was marking a dissertation on Elizabeth I. She and JK wanted to fail the work on the grounds that the student had simply resubmitted her third year project with no additional work for her final year project.

The dissertation itself was a beautiful artefact. It was like a photograph album of Elizabethan art work. However, it had no academic merit whatsoever.