Princes Street was brimming with brides in town for wedding shows. Fortunately none paid any attention to me, struggling to cover my bare bottom with a pair of big white pants. There was, however, one person who was rude to me. She called out that I was a ‘disgrace to humanity’.

From Princes Street I caught the bus to Corstorphine, intent on arriving in time for a meeting at Queen Margaret College. It was only after some time wandering the streets of this Edinburgh suburb that I remembered that the campus had switched to Musselburgh in 2004.

On the other side of town, BM – who I thought was a lecturer – spent his days on campus behind a reception desk fielding queries fired at him by undergraduate students.