ABSTRACT
I have talked myself into it. Where the hell do I start? I’ve never written anything
approaching a book before and, if I’m honest, my graphic design courses nearly
30 years ago didn’t even require me to write a dissertation. I can’t and don’t ‘do’
academic, so what can I possibly say that any student wants to hear? Bouts of
grunting, mumbling and snoring aside, Tina, my wife, tells me that nothing wakes
me once I’m asleep so I can’t pretend that I stayed awake all night worrying about
it, but I thought long and hard. In particular, I went over and over in my mind the
techniques I use to teach. I think my students quite like me really and respond well
to and enjoy what I have to say. At the same time, especially during the first few
weeks of the course, they think (quite rightly) that I am from the Planet Idiot. The
thinking exercises I throw at them and my constant ‘going on’ at them about how
they don’t know enough about life and people leaves them thinking ‘he’s mad’.
