Take Professor Malcolm Hibbersley, for instance. Yeah, that’s his real name. I haven’t made it up. You couldn’t get a more British-sounding name, unless it was something like Basil TeaCupAndSaucer, or Doris DrizzlingAllDay. Professor Hibbersley looks like a saintly old English gentleman, with salt-and-pepper hair and a pleasant expression on his face, but under that facade is an academic monster. Before I’d even spent two hours in his classroom, the maniac had piled me high with books, set two assignments, and given me less than a month to provide a detailed synopsis of my thesis.
