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Matthew Taylor
I trace my amateur interest in psychology to a trick my parents used to play on me. When, as I fear was often, I was in a rebarbative mood one of them would say 'oh dear, Matthew's got a whine'. Then they would get me to stand still with my eyes closed while one of them pushed some tweezers into my open mouth. Then, as they commanded me to open my eyes, they would triumphantly wave a small white object which they had 'found' at the back of throat; this was 'the whine'. It wasn't until some time later that I realised this was a simple sleight of hand deploying one of my mother's coffee sweeteners. But at the time it worked and I would immediately cheer up responding positively when mother would say 'now then, up to your bedroom and back to work on the A levels'.