Derrida Deconstruction and Joinery
This is just a wonderful name for a builder. Far too many years ago, my dear sister got a bad dose of Derrida whilst studying in Paris. I tried, I really did try, to understand what the good Monsieur Jacques Derrida rabbited on about. Something about you can only understand the meaning of a word in relation to other words. Something about deconstructing text to discover it’s inconsistencies.