Prologue In September 2003 my wife (then fiancée) Emma emerged after an eight-year sentence. The crime? Choosing to be a Clinical Psychologist. The sentence? Studying for this career. Although Emma voluntarily took this path to becoming a doctor, it was not with a full understanding of the lengthy consequences of her decision. I think that if there had been a comprehension of how long she would have to spend working towards her goal she might have just torn up the UCAS form and embraced a promising career at Pizza Hut. However, the fresh faced 18 year old who enrolled at York University in 1995 did escape Royal Holloway University eight years later and still with a fairly fresh face.