Meeting report

03 October 2016

John Hicks

Those of you who weren't present missed "I'll do it tomorrow", a masterly dissection of the fine art of procrastination from Adrienne Malis - of which, she convinced us, she is a master. The secret is to avoid the guilt associated with "unsuccessful procrastination" by filling your day with good and necessary activities - even if those include mindless and trivial activities. Adrienne gave us some useful websites: radiolab.org and listverse.com where you can head for the bizarre section (her favourite) and find edifying information about items such as "ten terrifying toys from the past". This was an amusing speech delivered fluently and without notes. Surely Adrienne had not procrastinated in its preparation? Or perhaps she procrastinated until the very last minute.

Vita Tasman's speech was about her overseas experiences from her country of origin: Russia. Technically, as she pointed out, these were "overland" experiences: to Finland, France and Italy. Her talk featured drunken Finnish men, French auto toilets (when you can't understand the written instructions the trick is to find the button next to the door when you want to leave) and Italian food. We will look forward to hearing about Vita's overseas experiences at a later date.

I was impressed with the very capable evaluations of both these speeches by Doreen Bestmann and Helen Peate.

The table topics presented difficulties for some. I take full responsibility. It is far easier to dream up the responses people could make to your chosen topics in the time-rich comfort of your own home, than for your victims to respond with something vaguely rational when your pet topic is thrust upon them with nil notice. For the record, Doreen had no trouble doing it her way; Lillian Meng (Don't Worry, be Happy) had her audience singing in support; Michael Shand didn't play with the gypsies in the wood; Helen, professing unfamiliarity with New Orleans, identified the House of the Rising Sun as a brothel but, for reasons of delicacy, failed to elaborate; Lloyd Bathurst expended a mere 26 seconds on "I can't get no satisfaction", before returning to his sanctuary behind the lights and gavel of the Timer's desk. 

I hereby give notice that I have submitted this report without first checking out Adrienne's websites, in the full knowledge that to delay is to procrastinate ...