Diary of an MW student – part 5

When I got divorced at the tender age of 26 (long story), I noticed to my horror a sudden spate of balding had accompanied the process. Forget the flat in Brighton, the wedding presents, the wife herself, the only thing I really missed was my hair. A psychologist friend later told me that worry was indeed often a trigger for baldness. I have maintained a stress-free existence ever since. And taken to wearing hats.

An unflappable state of serenity doesn't exactly tally with the pressure of being an MW student. Hence the unflattering photo of my thinning crown – to...