The University of Wolverhampton saved my life. I realise that’s a good headline, but it’s not just mere hyperbole, in a very real sense it did. I grew up in the Black Country in the sixties in a one parent family. We lived in very overcrowded conditions in a council house with a large extended family. In retrospect it was hard and school offered nothing except the dim prospect of working in a foundry. It took me a while to realise I could be more, do more, and that opportunities were available to me. At 21, I became a mature student on the DipHE course before transferring to the third year of a Humanities degree. It changed everything, I developed real confidence, it gave me possibilities and options, it gave me the opportunity to grow and allowed me to become more than I ever thought possible. It put me on the path to a successful career in commercial broadcasting and the BBC as a journalist, presenter and manager. I will always be thankful to Geoff Hurd, the course leader, who allowed a Black Country lad who maybe showed some potential to realise his dreams. The start of my second year was tough, there were issues at home, but I remember Geoff talking to me in the library and giving me the support and confidence, I needed to get me through. It was also at the University where I got the first inkling that it was OK to be gay, something that for a closeted lad from a council estate was a huge revelation and something for which I will be eternally grateful. I made lifelong friends, and I cherish the relationships that developed from that time I remember being at a film night in the old C block. It was ‘Educating Rita’, starring Julie Walters, the story of a working-class hairdresser who yearns to escape to something more profound. I was drawn by the parallels of the narrative and my own life. Like Rita, I got to experience something that was far beyond what had been expected and demanded of me.