A public meeting at the Town Hall. Perhaps it’s The Last Night Of The World As We Know It. The Arnott’s biscuits are laid out, the urn is bubbling. A speaker steps up to the lectern and the conversation begins.

Honed with the knife-sharp wit of post’s Mish Grigor Man O Man straddles performance,artist talk,installation and formally, on the last night of the patriarchy?

Speeches have been written,there are big decisions to make-and the lamingtons are going like hot cakes.