Yup! Which is why I don't let it bother me. But there's another story about testamurs you might find amusing.

At Melbourne Uni the engineering students' social group was the Society for the Confinement of Immoral Impulses Among Engineering Students (SCIIAES); I'm sure they had other, more positive, attributes but in the 60s they were regarded by the non engineers as an excuse for drinking to excess. SCIIAES offered 'Degrees in Imbibition', requiring candidates to complete a pub crawl visiting every hotel in a route from the campus, down Swanston St to Flinders St, along Flinders St to Elizabeth St and up Elizabeth St and Royal Pde to the campus. At that time there would have been at least 30 pubs; I never counted and it may have been a lot more.

A Bachelor of Imbibition (BI) required the candidate to drink a standard (7 oz) glass of beer in every pub in the one day and a BI (Hons) required them to drink a 10 oz glass of beer at each pub; MI required a 7 oz glass of fortified wine and a PhD required a tot of top-shelf at each pub. I knew of these by repute only and never realised any of my friends bothered with the activity until I'd left uni.

On my return from Antarctica I visited an engineering graduate friend of mine in his office and he had the usual collection of framed testamurs on the wall. Most were the multicoloured cornflakes packets but one stood out as different. It was a proper academic production, with beautiful copperplate properly presented, even a proper seal. It was his BI. And he commented that almost everyone who visited his office commented on that testamur as though it was the most esteemed; they only ever looked at it from a distance and didn't actually read the script.

Cheers, Rowan