According to this article: “the university course you pick may be related to the length of your life ahead and the way you die”.

Arts students die young, apparently, although I take some comfort from the fact that what the results actually seem to be saying is that people who smoke a lot tend to die young, and that arts students are more likely to smoke. It could be worse though: medics, “were most likely to die from alcohol-related causes”. Judging from the bunch of raving alcoholics I remember from Bristol, that seems about right.

Then again, you could just as soon run out into the road and get hit by a bus tomorrow (Now there’s a study that would make much more interesting reading – does a passion for literature make you more or less likely to die in some kind of tragic accident? Should I only board planes packed full of scientists, to keep the odds in my favour?). Last night, as we were leaving the pub, myself and Sally watched as one of our friends ran out across Clapham Park Road to catch a bus on the other side without looking and, in what seemed to us like slow motion, came within no more than a couple feet of being suddenly introduced to the bonnet of an approaching minivan that somehow managed to break in time.
All parties were unhurt (apart from some frayed nerves/brake pads perhaps), but it still provided something of a sobering end to the evening.