emergency sex at the national library

Andrew Thomson was a sharply articulate speaker tonight at the National Library theatrette. Of course, his book, Emergency Sex (and other desperate measures), is a catchy title, and as apparently his mother observed, ‘that’ll help it sell’.

We ended sitting on the floor as the place was crowded and a particularly snipy librarian loudly clicked her pearls and said, ‘No, you can’t use a chair, they’re fire hazards’. I wanted to light a cigarette immediately to find out if it was true, but Andrew was on, and I sat on the floor.

Note to librarians: in the old days, during story time, we sat on a mat. Like a carpet. I know we live in a posthospitality age, but…

Andrew. If you get a chance to hear him speak, he is worth the moment. He’s a man who has clearly looked over into the abyss and come back to tell about it. The audience seemed completely engaged, and I guess there’s a certain frisson about hearing stories of how the seemingly good – the UN – are not quite as good as we imagine. We quite like things a bit flawed. I think it’s because the predominant post-compulsory education in New Zealand is delivered by that most august of distance learning institutions, Woman’s Day. As an aside, I note they claim a 1:8 readership, (I don’t doubt that) but I wonder how many educational designers even approach achieving that figure…

Oh, but they wouldn’t – they’re *snif* academic…

 

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