I'm at a staff research conference this morning, in the Lighthouse cinema. I'm on first, which at least gets the boring stuff out of the way. We're already running late - one of the three organisers has arrived, only 20 minutes late.
I see the day as a trap. Our new management will be taking notes. Anyone conducting research which doesn't attract external funding will be sacked. Anyone think of ways to parlay Welsh literature into EU/corporate funding? I'm presenting on an untranslated 19th century Welsh clergyman and academic today. Try to restrain your excitement…
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No comment on academic stuff - way beyond my comprehension. I do hate litterbugs though so feel qualified to comment on that - they should be locked in stocks and pelted with their own litter.
Hell yes. I live in a slum, so fail to understand why the inhabitants want to make it worse! It just makes me angry. Unfortunately, it's a violent slum and bad things happen to people who intervene, as I've found out to my cost.
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