Other Places, Other Liturgies

It seems there's a liturgy, secundum quid, for receiving a doctorate in Cambridge. This is how Andrew Roberts describes it in the 19 February number of The Spectator:

Up to the Senate House in Cambridge to collect my PhD. High camp meets Harry Potter. The ceremony is eight centuries old and entirely in Latin, except the bit asking you to turn off your mobile phone. You hold a finger of the praelector's left hand with your right as he pronounces the Latin incantation; apparently it doesn't work if you use the wrong hand. The royal colleges go before the plebeian ones in descending order of age; mine came seventh, since we were only founded in 1349. "As you kneel down to place your hands inside those of the vice-chancellor," our college praelector, Julian Allwood, told us beforehand, "you will feel my hands on your ankles. You are not to worry." I was hoping this was some even more archaic ritual, but in fact it was just for him to adjust our robes so that we didn't trip over. We were told to bow as we took our leave of the vice-chancellor, but were not told what kind of to give. Some people did full bend-over bows as if they were acknowledging a grateful audience at La Scala. I decided that since the vice-chancellor was sitting on easily the grandest throne I'd ever seen, I'd give him the royal neck-nod. If you like your ceremonial to be arcane, as I do, go to Cambridge. Or Hogwarts.

I could've used quite a bit more detail. Some incantation text, for example. But alas the "Diary" columns is only a single page and even that includes the wine ad.