Why did you choose academia?

I get asked why I went into academia quite frequently. Sometimes by colleagues. Half of them say it in an all-in-it-together tone of voice, half of them in a 'why the hell are you in academia, you thick gimp?' tone of voice.

The simplest answer is that one degree led to another and the more you do, the more unemployable you are elsewhere. No other occupation lets you read books, talk about them, and ignore the accepted standards of discourse, appearance and - let's face it - hygiene (perhaps IT) to the extent that we do.

The last two days have reminded me why I'm in academia. Apart from the teaching, of course, which I adore. Yesterday I attended a set of papers on the origins of self-help and pedagogy: they took in Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Pelmanism, Dianetics, Foucault and a host of other exciting ideas. Today I attended On the Wane, an exploration of the history and cultures of cultural decay. Rousseau came up again, as did Shelley, Tacitus, Conrad, George Bush, Thomas Nashe, Alexander Pope, theories of Palingenesis (not Sarah or Michael) and finally 30 academics sat in a hot, sticky room discussing the difference between masturbation and Onanism (in short: Onanism was the term for masturbation when the religious paradigm was dominant: masturbation took over when legal and scientific frameworks appeared in the nineteenth century). Honestly, when a stern German academic starts talking about S&M, you start understanding Max Mosley just a little bit more.

Talking of Nashe, he had something prescient to say about going to conferences:

"I know not how it comes to pass, but many are so delighted to hear themselves that they are a cumber to the ears of all other, pleasing their auditors in nothing more than in the pause of a full point."

Oh, and we had Rioja at lunch. And soon we're going for a slap-up feed in the Crooked House. The what? Ah, what an excuse to play you some Jonathan Meades: he starts there.

Getting High With Meades

I binged on Jonathan Meades films this weekend, in advance of seeing him at the Manchester Lit Fest in a few weeks. How television needs this level of creativity and intelligence now.

Here's a piece on heights: it starts at a very odd pub near The Dark Place.



And as it's summer, here's his piece on caravans:

In case of emergency, lift cover and release Meades

Jonathan Meades knows what causes riots: bad architecture and the bad faith which causes it. Here's part 1 of his 2007 'On the Brandwagon'. This may be the best few minutes of your life.



Talking of Garden Festivals, I played in the orchestra at the Stoke Garden Festival. The site is now a concrete retail park fit only for joyriders, junk food and muggings. Regeneration was a mirage. And my violin playing hasn't improved either.

Meades was right. And we've learned nothing.

Get Mashed With Meades

This is Jonathan Meades. He's both cool and intelligent and therefore the subject of a cult following, whereas he should actually be in charge of the world's airwaves or universities or planning bodies. Everything really.

I like this piece on getting high for many reasons, but amongst them is nostalgia: the Crooked House pub is on the outskirts of The Dark Place, and I've gingerly walked along that elevated canal - it's on the England/Wales border, at Chirk. The pub's above mineworkings and has subsided. Walk in and you feel drunk before you touch a drop.