Darn it Little Hawk, you must be psychic; that is EXACTLY where I did get my Doctorate from. It cost me ten quid, a stamped self-addressed envelope and twenty coke bottle tops. I also had to swear undying allegiance to The Shat, whilst holding one hand on my heart and the other on a facsimile of the sacred Toupee of Talent. I get a shiver down my spine every time I recall the weighty honour bestowed upon me.
Since then it has been my sacred duty to spread the message that this man, this legend who walks amongst us, should be finally recognised for the towering creative intellect he is. At last I feel I have found some kindred souls here on Mudcat.
Indeed Shatner Lives; May He Live for ever.