In the steps of the Ginger ManI am sure that when I was a student we were nothing like as good mannered and well behaved as the lot I teach at present at
Embra . I certainly do not remember treating our lecturers with respect and I fear I devoted a lot of time and energy to extracting the
michael as befitted the traditional Trinity College under graduate inspired
by JP Donleavy and the 'Ginger Man' . Here it seems to be very different. Struggling with the hi-tech overhead projector I was assisted, spontaneously, by a very attractive young lady who
seemed to grasp that, technically,I had not advanced beyond the old fashioned one-slide-at-a-time 35mm projector and saved me from the
ignominy of displaying all my acetates on the ceiling.
I am not so sure however about the very self confident young man who accosted me in the department to ask a rather banal question about a forthcoming lecture. 'Where' he asked rather patronisingly' do you give your occasional little talks? 'The Archeaology Lecture Theatre' I said.
He looked me up and down and drawled in his best David Cameron manner:
'How very appropriate'
