Thirty years on, I'm still waiting for my degree to prove its worth

Father of two daughters

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Here's a sobering thought that woke me with a start at 3am earlier this week and that will make your blood curdle.

This Saturday I’m off to my college reunion. The last one three years ago was such a roaring success that the organisers decided to hold another one - and if it's half as good as last time we're all in for the best night of the year.

That wasn’t the thought. This is. Yours truly graduated in 1991 with a solid Desmond. When the next crop of students starting their degree courses next month hold a reunion when they're our age, they'll be rocking up to the do some time in the early 2060s.