In defence of ‘Mickey Mouse’ degrees

When someone asks ‘How are you?’ you have to assume your interlocutor is only being polite.
Anyone who returns a ball-by-ball commentary about their aches and pains, work-life balance and reduced chances of summer fun thanks to the heat storm should immediately be sent to Coventry for the rest of time. That said, I am just back from wintry New Zealand where I have been in a Channel 4 series called Celebrity SAS: Who Dares Wins. Despite my pledge that I’d never do any more shows with the word ‘celebrity’ in the title, this one brought out the Bond Girl manquée in me and I couldn’t resist. I can’t say any more about it as it’s not out till early next year (the Matt Hancock one is about to hit our screens) but if asked I say: ‘Fine, apart from fractured rib and pulled glute.’ Then of course I have to explain my injuries were sustained during a forward abseil race down the 330ft-high Clyde Dam.