notes from the Bloomsbury Blogger…

GW in bar

February 2018: Crisis of hegemony?

Clearly, all over the western world, at least, we are in the midst of a hegemonic crisis. The globalised neo-liberal project no longer has the power to win consensual support. The symptoms are everywhere in the rise of parties and individuals of the left (Podemos, Syriza, Bernie, Corbyn) and more worryingly, of the right (the Front Nationale in France, Alternative for Germany, Victor Orban in Hungary and the Lazarus-like return of Berlesconi).   The centre parties sound less and less confident as the centre ground shifts below their feet.

It is an early stage in this crisis, plenty of room for manoeuvre, but not at all obvious what the new settlement might look like. I have previously suggested that Trump is best understood as a “morbid symptom” of this crisis, rather than a harbinger of a future strategy (see May 2017).   The prospect of Brexit is, in a way, far more serious, promising as it does, to fatally weaken the British economy, forcing us down the road of becoming a low tax low wage economy.

It is a time for political boldness on the left – a range of evidence suggests the willingness of British people to support radical policies – witness the apparent popularity of renationalisation of the rail system and other public utilities. Labour could give us a genuinely transformative manifesto – but it has to take a clear and distinctive stand on Europe – to open up some clear water between Labour and the Tories.


December 2017: Ray’s Wonderful Empire

My friend Ray, who has built an empire of bars, cafés and restaurants in Italy is thinking of retiring. I asked him if I might tell his story. See Writing section for Ray’s Wonderful Empire


December 2017: The Borderline

Last night, I saw The Pretty Things perform at Borderline. Borderline is a small, fairly long established club, lurking behind Charing Cross Road. An awkwardly shaped room, painted entirely in black, dimly lit, with a small stage in one corner, a bar at the rear, with some banquette style seating, and a rather startling L shaped corridor leading to the toilets. If the intention was to recreate the feel of some 1960s dives, apart from the bar (which in the 1960s would have been more rudimentary) it succeeds admirably. Not as well, though, as The Pretty Things (see longer piece Double Acts, in the Writing section).


October 2017: Highgate, The Woodman

My daughter and I finally finished the Capital Ring Walk. 80 miles, and, done in 15 stages of between 5-8 miles, it took us 5 years – I just worked out that this equates to an average speed of 0.02 miles per hour.  Even now there are slugs, snails and tortoises training for an assault on our majestic land speed record. Still, we did it, and no-one can take that away!

The Capital Ring is definitely my kind of walking. On the one hand, you pass through a familiar urban environment, except that often, you are on canal paths, river banks, crossing parks, gardens and commons – including many little gems, oases of calm just yards from the North Circular, for example. On the other, in the event of rain, wind or just general misery (and no, I cannot see any pleasure in walking in the rain, sorry), you are never that far from a café, a bar, or a restaurant; or at least a bus or tube ride.

Many was the time a walk concluded in a pleasant bar just in time for the lunchtime live football and a pint of beer. I may not be a fully anoraked rambler, but I know what I like.


October 2017

On Wine:

“unique among all foods and drinks, for none of these have in them anything of which the pleasure is transported from the body to the soul , producing therein,…an abundance of happiness, animation, openness, stimulation, self-contentment, generosity and freedom from cares and sorrows…It is wine that provides excellence to society and conversation…and there is nothing that makes possible relations of intimacy and confidence between friends so tastefully and pleasantly and effectively as does drinking wine together.”

Abu Zayd al-Balkhi, in The Welfare of Bodies and Souls, 10th century; quoted in London Review of Books 8 Sept 2016, by Malise Ruthven.


September 2017

Of course as many have observed, the time goes quicker as you get older.  This year is whizzing especially fast.  This is possibly because, having spent 9 weeks in the USA (which I believe is the longest I have been out of the UK in one stretch), we managed to spend longer in Paris than normal.  This has given us a degree of distance from the Brexit debate.  Returning to the UK with a strengthened conviction that this is an act of national self-harm, borne out of post-imperial melancholia.  Those who voted remain have every right to speak out.  Every day, following the negotiations, it becomes clearer and clearer, just what a mess our departure from Europe will leave.   The national conversation cannot be stopped.  However, I cannot but help missing Paris and “the bar” (see the Writing section)


August 2017

Of course, as soon as I was enjoying the good run of writing detailed below, I began to suffer the back problems associated with too many hours crouched over a laptop.   At home I use an orthopaedic chair, and a high level screen, which is better for the back.  Still, it is interesting that it has taken a couple of hundred miles of cultural distance and a bad back to prompt me to write something about Test Match Special – I am in Paris, it is August, I have a cold, and suddenly realised I could happily while away a hot afternoon by listening to TMS.   Bliss. (Longer piece –  Why TMS is special – in writing section).

August 2017

Writing, as any writer will tell you, has a particular frustration – on some days inspiration flows, the words seem to come as fast as you can type, and everything has clarity.   More often, nothing will come, the ideas are cluttered, the words ill-chosen.   If you can swim or ride a bike, then you can always do it, no matter how long you neglect the skill. Writing is not like that. Fortunately, I have been on a roll for the last couple of weeks and progress has been made. This may be due to the stimulus of a changed environment, working in the elegant tranquillity of the Richelieu site of the Bibliothèque nationale de France. All too aware that this roll will not last.

July 2017 Chengdu, China

David Lodge’s book Small World starts with a parody of the opening passage of Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales, in which, from spring, people begin to get the urge to go on pilgrimages. Only, as Lodge, tartly points out “nowadays, they call them conferences”. So it was that I set off for Heathrow, to catch a plane to Amsterdam and there transfer to a flight to Chengdu, China.   For four days. Why?

The answer lies in a combination of ego, desire for intellectual interchange, and culinary curiosity.   Ego because Professors, typically refusing the career route that runs Department Head>Dean>VC, seek validation through esteem indicators, such as books, journal articles and keynote talks. There is something especially pleasant about going somewhere exotic at someone else’s expense. Desire for intellectual interchange because in order to have output (writing) there must be input (reading, hearing other people talk, and conversation).   Culinary curiosity because, of the four main Chinese cuisines (Beijing, Cantonese, Huaiyang, and Sichuan) Sichuan is possibly the most interesting and distinctive and is less common in London.

for more see The Pandas of Chengdu and other Thoughts, in Writing section.


July 2017

Clearly to understand sport, you have to accept that sport like every other aspect of social life, has a politics.   Conversely, enjoying sport, involves the pleasure of holding politics at bay – escapist you might say, but a life spent solely contemplating the grimness of the iniquities of politics is not a whole experience.   For those of us who love spectator sport, the best arenas are those that are so enclosed and enveloping one cannot even catch a glimpse of the world outside. Court One at Wimbledon (and indeed Centre Court) deliver this admirably. So a happy day spent watching Marin Čilić, Johanna Konta, and Venus Williams, and we didn’t even contemplate trying to start a chant of “whoa, Jeremy Corbyn”.   And as the sadly departed Barry Norman used to say, “and why not?”

Grenfell Tower Fire: The dreadful and terrifying fire and the tragic loss of life have become encapsulated in the stark image of the blackened stump of the Grenfell Tower. Many issues will need to be explored but they all cluster around building regulations, their enforcement, de-regulation, attitudes to public housing, and the 20% reduction in local authority funding. In January 2011, in an ill-chosen metaphor that has become especially chilling, David Cameron called for a “bonfire of regulations”.   The Grenfell fire is a stark reminder of just why we have regulations, why they should be both well drafted and rigorously enforced, and why we should all be very suspicious of those who see leaving the European Union as an opportunity to “sweep away red tape”.

Several terrible incidents (Manchester, London Bridge, Finsbury Park) have only demonstrated once again the futility of randomised political violence. Hugely heartening is the typical response – we stand together against acts of terror and hatred and will not let them divide us.   This, though now needs to be translated into a much greater effort to combat hate crime and the cultures that make it possible. This means opposing, with tangible and determined measures both those who foster a climate of Islamophobia, and those who forment “Islamist” political violence.


June 2017 Election

During the election campaign it became increasingly obvious that Labour would do well, especially after the Labour manifesto was clear, radical, popular and well-costed; whilst the robotic Mrs May was lurching from one problem to another. Fascinatingly, Jeremy Corbyn, having seemingly followed David Cameron’s tart advice to get a decent suit and shirt, and do up his tie, looked stronger and more confident every day. Still our expectations were centered on keeping the Tory majority down, and so a hung parliament was a huge leap forward. Yet they are still in power and perversely the very strength of Corbyn’s Labour Party means the Tories will do everything to avoid an election. A frustrating and dangerous period of stasis lies ahead.

June 2017

We have moved on since the 1990s and in the intensely self-reflexive media environment, the audience seem far more alert to spin and sound-bite.  The Tories commenced with heavy and constant use of “strong and stable” but were rumbled in the first two weeks, and widespread mocking resulted in “S&S” being significantly de-emphasised.   Hopefully, the latest vacuity, “the money-tree”, will suffer a similar fate.   Meanwhile candidates who can talk clearly and sincerely, from deeply held beliefs (Jeremy Corbyn, Caroline Lucas, Nicola Sturgeon) now play far better on television than those whose every utterance betrays a concern with focus group, sound-bite and keyword. May’s cynical attempt to engineer a quiet and content-free election on the back of an apparent large lead in the polls might just have backfired. But only if all who want change GET OUT AND VOTE !


May 2017

We are, I think, undoubtedly in the middle of a hegemonic crisis. The neo-liberal globalisers are no longer able to lead and the dominance of their perspective has been shaken.   Yet in this moment when the left might be aspiring to mount an effective counter-hegemonic challenge, it is not yet able to do so.   On the other hand, the far right, despite its recent high visibility has also been unable to win sufficient support for its nationalistic and xenophobic perspectives.   So the old is dying and yet the new cannot yet be born. It seems likely that we will remain in a condition of crisis, an unstable equilibrium, for some time. As Gramsci told us, in such circumstances a whole variety of morbid symptoms will appear.   So, is Trump a morbid symptom, and if so, a symptom of what, what is the prognosis, and what might be the cure?


April 2017

Friday April 14 2017: Ill in New York, fuzzy head, lost voice, a bit feverish. Can’t hear, can’t talk.   Susan, Deborah and Ian out somewhere, while I languish, like a Victorian heroine on a chaise longue, in the Park Central Hotel.  We all did the Hi-Line earlier.  Even the title seems a little piece of New York – up, positive, above, up, up and away.

Even after seven weeks there has been so little time to reflect and so much to reflect upon.  Constant movement but also a sense of stasis.   Diddley dum diddley dum diddley dee diddley dee the train goes down the tracks.  That plaintive wistful yearning keening of the engine warning klaxon, like the tone of Miles Davis trumpet, nostalgic for a place to which it can not return.  The runaway train ran down the tracks and she blew. Big locomotive number 99, left the engineer with a worried mind.  The open road, the distant horizon.  A fresh start in a new town.   Always fresh opportunities just over the hill.  She drew out all her money from the Southern Trust, and put her little boy upon the Greyhound bus. The empty promises of capitalist enterprise.   The first people in secure the land ownership, the mineral rights, the oil.  The next wave end up working for them, the wave after that struggle to find work and move on westward, westward.  Flotsam, jetsam, the dispossessed, everything loose ends up in LA.   The thirst for fame.

As always paradoxes – much beauty, much ugliness.  The sprawl of freeway and car-based America – gas station, burger bar, pizza joint, vacant lot, lube shop, beauty parlour, poodle bar, gas station, vacant lot.   Yet in the Hudson Valley, achingly beautiful hamlets of wooden houses in the middle of forests.  Travelling across the Appalachians – up a river valley that seemed to rise for miles with only trees for company.   America the Beautiful.  Small, indeed tiny towns, in the middle of nowhere in Texas, with the air of settlements built in the frontier days and never changed.  Fixed modes of operating, a long way from external sources of influence.

Trapped lives, mobile lives, trapped minds, mobile minds.  The country of Trump and Bannon, but also of Rosa Parks, Jackie Robinson, Eleanor Roosevelt, Theolonius Monk.  Terrible things happening on news daily but also lots of pushback.  Flux, movement.  In a hegemonic crisis, movement, repositioning is suddenly possible.

Restless, restless, always building, up, up and up.  A visual metaphor of piles of money accumulating, like the stacks of chips in front of successful poker players.  Zoot Sims once commented to fellow saxophonist Ronnie Scott, “they’re walking on the Moon, and I’m still playing ‘Indiana’.”  Everything solid melts into air – and yet, despite rust belt, the economy appears not yet fatally damaged by the rise of Asia, far from it.

(longer piece on America to follow soon)


March 2017

We had an amazing encounter in Austin, on 6th street, which is full of music bars. A very cool Eddie Murphy look-a-like, in a long coat ,was on the corner doing a ventriloquist act.   As we passed, his dummy made a remark in broad Yorkshire  “Are you all right, flower ?  Where you going?” (very convincing accent).  So DP asks the dummy “where are you from?”  The dummy replies “I’m from Yorkshire, luv, where are you from?” And suddenly DP is in conversation with the dummy.   Meanwhile I am watching the ventriloquist, thinking -you are good, I can’t see your lips move, and also, brilliant Yorkshire accent for an American.  The dummy is busy telling DP about all the acts he has worked with – Danny La Rue, Ken Dodd etc.  Until the name Jim Bowen comes up, and the ventriloquist comes out of character, to say, sadly, that he has heard that Jim Bowen is unwell, and we get talking to him.  Of course it turns out he is from Huddersfield.  He is called Scarlet Ray Watt (try googling him) and we chatted away happily about comic acts from the 1950s.


February 2017

The dispiriting slump in form of Crystal Palace seems to go on and on. Threw a jolly convivial party.   Completed Residents Association Newsletter, and then suddenly, having rushed up on us remarkably quickly, time to fly to Texas, where DP is a research fellow at the Harry Ransom Center, University of Texas at Austin,  and I am Visiting Scholar at the Dept of Sociology.   I notice it is the first anniversary of this blog – Happy Birthday, Blog.

January 2017

A bit late reporting on January, sorry. It came, it went. Bought a beautiful 1920s rolltop desk, and rearranged my study to accommodate it.   Head down and did some work, prepared for USA trip.   Who is this guy Larry and what has he got to be so happy about, anyway?


December 2016: Xmas in India

One challenge that India poses is that all the senses become over stimulated. Sound, sight, smell, touch, taste: sound: honking car horns – the horn is used for every conceivable motoring purpose – passing, turning left, turning right, warning others of your presence, and, it seems just general sociability. Despite the chaos on the roads people rarely seem to get genuinely angry. Noises in malls and cinemas often seem cranked up high. When music is played it is loud. Birds sing, especially noticeable at dawn and dusk. Dogs bark, and there are a lot of street dogs. Even in a peaceful haven such as the one we are in, a car backfiring will set off a chain of dogs disputing its presence with their perturbed and assertive yelps. Quietness in urban India is a rare and precious thing.Sight: one of the first things to strike the visitor is the vividness of colour – iridescent greens, glowing saffrons, deep indigo, luscious scarlets everywhere. Then it is decoration and embellishment – buses and lorries often heavily decorated – Ken Kesey’s legendary International Harvester Bus, Furthuur, would hardly stand out here despite its riot of day-glo paint. Plants look exotic to western eyes, as do the flowers.Dark eagles and tough crows soar overhead. And in any street scene the sheer number of moving elements – cars, buses, lorries, bikes, goats, cows, and people, is hard to register fully. Signage is striking for its styles. The injunction, absolutely ignored by all, to “Preserve Lane Discipline”, seems to catch something of India’s ambiguity: its rule-bound bureaucratic sensibility and its anarchic spirit. (for much longer version of this, see Notes From Beantown, in the Writing section  of this site).


December 2016: 

Disturbing dream last night.   I was trying to conduct a large choir of young people from around the world. Full of enthusiastic smiling faces – from China, Korea, India, Africa, South America, North America and Europe. We were working on The Internationale. However, they kept singing “the Internationale divides the human race”, despite my increasingly frantic pleading, “no,no, it unites the human race”.


November 2016

If it is hard to write about BREXIT, the election of Donald Trump to the Office of President of the Unites States of America poses even greater problems. Personally, I thought, quite wrongly, it seems, that the huge respect for the Office, and a sense of the reverence the holder should inspire, and the gravitas the holder should provide, might, in the end, persuade people that maybe Donald J. might not be qualified for the post (leaving aside his total absence of experience of electoral office or political posting, and his all too apparent sketchy sense of foreign affairs. This has become, for many of us a year in which bad dreams became lived reality and it is hard to keep hope alive.   SO – one hope is that coherent, persuasive and well-informed people can somehow get the ear of the new President and at least persuade him not to withdraw USA from the Paris Climate Change Agreement, which for all its flaws, is the only game in town on this issue, and possibly our last chance for meaningful action.


The profound shock of BREXIT continues to reverberate.   It is hard to fully process, and after a few weeks I am even more convinced that this is an error of massive proportions – it is not merely shooting ourselves in the foot, but using a machine gun to do so.  I do understand the deadening sense of urban decay that shapes lives in many towns, especially smaller ones, that must seem to have a past but no future. The sad fact is that leaving the EU will not lead to an improvement in the conditions of people in run down old industrial areas. The interesting question, is which political force will be best placed to speak for these aspirations when, as seems inevitable, disillusion with Brexit sets in.

October 2016

Furniture Auctions: an interesting cultural world.   I go to one in Tring every few months. Several hundred items, everything from fine Victorian roll-top desks to a load of assorted lengths of old rope (yes, there is money in old rope, apparently). A mixed crowd – aristocratic looking people, dressing down, shrewd eyed people from the trade, raffish duckers and divers – very like horse racing in this sense. A lot of good quality stuff goes reasonably cheaply – a lot of people don’t want old stuff, and would rather go to IKEA, and yet wardrobes, for example, can be had much cheaper. But who has space for an old fashioned gentleman’s wardrobe, anymore? Actually, I found the space. The auctioneers, all very different in style, are hugely entertaining, and have immense stamina. Sometimes an item attracts no bids and then gets the saddest of sign-off lines from the auctioneer – “No-one wants,” followed by a smart tap of the gavel, and the next item is up.

Sombre autumn colours, nights getting shorter, air cooling down. Grim terrain in global politics these days. When an honest history of the UN is written, the “great” powers will be shown to have shabby records.   The UN, which may be flawed, but is “the only one we’ve got”, has been undermined more and more by the contempt with which the “great” powers regard it.   The US/UK intervention in Iraq, the recent Russian actions in Syria, the Chinese construction of bases in the Pacific – all have one thing in common: a disdain for the court of world opinion.  When we desperately need some leaders of dignity, gravitas and moral responsibility, it is profoundly dispiriting that Donald Trump can even be mentioned as a viable candidate for President, let alone have a goodish chance of winning.

September 2016

Now the Labour party leadership contest is over, I sincerely hope all members and MPs will now come together and focus on constituting a proper opposition and winning support before the next election (which could be early, but my guess is probably not).   I am not holding my breath for an outbreak of unity. As so often in its history, the pragmatic and idealist elements of the British Labour movement seem unable to generate a new equilibrium.   Another attempt to appeal to the middle ground with anodyne and vacuous non-policy utterances will get us nowhere, but a more socialist programme, which the party is certainly capable of generating, requires that the party be far more effective in winning support than it has been in the past.   Yet the ground is not unfavourable – we are in the middle of a hegemonic crisis in which the political class have failed to be a leading moral and intellectual force in a key endeavour – staying in Europe.  The previous settlement is broken, and both major parties have been rocked by these events.   There is room for manoeuvre, and we do not know what form a new emergent stability might take. However if the Tories do go for hard Brexit, they should be able to hold onto their right wing. The impact on the wider economy will probably be more long term, and one interesting question is how those who voted Brexit will react as it becomes clearer that restricting immigration is not going to make the very real problems of deprivation and disadvantage go away.

Aug 2016: In Paris and suffering from flu. Didn’t go out much for two weeks but did a lot of reading. It was a little like a beach holiday, but on a sofa. Hard to consume the Olympics effectively – the most exciting events (let’s face it athletics is really the boss sport) were on in the middle of the night. Highlights on French Television (quite reasonably) focused on events in which the French did well – fencing and handball in particular – and did not dwell unduly on this in which the UK did well. My collaborator John Horne kept me posted with despatches from Rio. As ever in Paris, there was a period of quite punishing heat (36 degrees C) but the library (the beautiful old Salle Ovale in the Rue Vivienne) was comfortable and coolish. We visited friends in Lot et Garonne for a weekend, and wandered around the delightful Sunday market in Villereal.  And, joy of joys, it is now easier to listen to Test Match Special, via the BBC website – a service specially for overseas listeners.   The coverage of cricket in L’Equipe is, it has to be said, minimal.  In fact, non-existent.

July 27-31: Leicester. Here for IAMCR conference. I used to come here in 1980s and 1990s for sport sociology events but have not been for some time. Good to be in a human scale city after Tokyo and London. Went to explore the covered market – ordinary covered markets are such a wonderful thing – the only big one in London, Borough, good though it is, is dominated by foodie culture and over priced. So I am very jealous of cities like Newcastle and Leicester that have centre of town markets with ordinary stuff at ordinary prices, and good old school butchers and fishmongers. I came across Lineker’s stall – presumably Gary Lineker’s family. And why in all these years has no-one drawn my attention to the urban gem that is the New Walk ?  an 18th century pedestrianised road that leads from the cathedral to Victoria Park, by the University campus. Highly recommended.

July On emptying rooms. There are minimal folk who have beautiful decor, where all is neatness and space, where never a cough can be allowed to sully the environment, where one is almost afraid to sit. Our flat is not like that. It has taken a week to empty furniture and contents from a bedroom awaiting decoration. The carpet is a totally different colour where it has been under furniture. 15 years of dust lurked behind wardrobes. Bundles of clothes pushed to backs of shelves saw daylight for ther first time in a decade. And now every room in the house is full of bags of stuff. And we are, temporarily, living like students, sleeping on a mattress on the floor of the front room. We do not take well to such chaos. But the end product will, hopefully be worth it.

(Note in the entry below, predictive text originally changed Brexit into Brecht !  If only…)

Brexit and into July: Hard to write about this at all, the impact is so great, the turmoil so complete, the disaster so ominous and the tragedy so dispiriting. Like many who wanted, despite many reservations about the EU, to stay in Europe, I have been bouncing around the stages of grief, especially anger, denial, depression and bargaining.   Acceptance has yet to arrive.   I feel strongly that this is a very bad decision.

June 2016 in Japan: Never been before, and always wanted to go. So many impressions in such a short time, and still assimilating and processing.   Highlights included the joys of eating in street kitchens in Fukuoka; seeing Kabuki Theatre; the profound, disturbing and yet strangely uplifting experience of visiting Hiroshima; the deep peace of the large Buddhist temple in the heart of Kyoto.   And then encountering the combination of Metropolis and Blade Runner that is modern Tokyo.   Very intense, buzzy and, I thought, somewhat scary.   This is what the world will look like if corporate capitalism is able to rebuild it without constraint.

The closing days of May 2016: Eleven days of extraordinary variety at end of May. Terrific party at the Athenauem, thrown by a long-standing and very generous friend. The following day, gathered around television with my grown-up children, and watched Crystal Palace fail, sadly, to beat Manchester United. A week later, enjoyed Brecht’s The Threepenny Opera at the NT on Saturday, and on Monday, off to Wembley with a gang of AFC Wimbledon fans to see them win promotion to League One. AFC, a club formed by their fans, after Wimbledon was moved, by its owners, to Milton Keynes, have fought their way up through the divisions, until they are now well established in the Football League – a great achievement. The next day to Oxford for the funeral of a remarkable woman, the mother of one of my best friends. Only met her a couple of times, but last year visited her for tea and at age 94, she lit up the room with her warmth and animated engagement with all that life offered. Finally, by way of further contrast, saw the remarkable Archie Shepp at Ronnie Scott’s.   This is all very untypical, honestly – I mostly stay in and read or watch television. I am practically a hermit.

May 16th 2016 Extraordinary end to extraordinary season

Manager who weathered a ‘Wenger must Go’ campaign, whose team finished second, is very half hearted about the achievement

Manager whose team finishes third has to apologise for the team’s performance on the last day (Pochettino and Spurs)

Manager wins League Cup and qualifies for Champions League and yet has to leave (Pellegrini at Man City)

Manager who has (so far) won nothing this season and has probably failed to qualify for Europe may well be staying (Van Gaal at Manu)

Manager of away side cheered to rafters by home fans (Ranieri at Chelsea)

Manager of relegated team is cheered to the rafters with fans begging him to stay (Benitez at Newcastle)

Player who did not even play makes speech and is cheered to rafters (Terry at Chelsea)

Let’s not even mention the Old Trafford fiasco

Did Lewis Carroll write this script ?

Palace for the Cup !


April 19th 2016 At a Guardian Live event to hear Slavoj Zizek.   Amused to hear his account of commiserating with ex Greek finance Minister Varoufakis over his treatment by Brussels. Zizek reported that he asked Varoufakis, “what were you expecting – some king of rational Habermasian public sphere, perhaps?”

April 16 2016: Very large demonstration in London against Government policies on housing, education and health.   The media said it was 150,000 but I would guess more. It took over an hour to advance about 200 metres in Gower Street.

April 11th 2016: Enough of travel for a while and it will be good to get back to the library. The awful Housing Bill mounts an assault on the very concept of public housing, and will inevitably throw more families into the private renting sector.   Surely time to impose some form of rent control and proper security of tenure? Landlords have been getting fat on unearned income for far too long.   Read through the White Paper on Education. In around 40 years of research I have read many such documents but rarely one so poorly drafted and so devoid of evidence or clarity of argument.   In contemporary politics in the UK, there appears to be a growing disconnect between the forms of language in which policy is discussed and the real dynamics underlying Government strategy.   I think Naomi Klein’s book Shock Doctrine is an instructive read in this regard.

April 4th 2016: Spotted a Preston Sturges film we had never heard of and so went to see it, discovering of course that there was a good reason it was a lesser known Sturges film. Delightful convivial evening with old friends, which involved meeting new friends too. Good to know that in mid 60s it is still possible to make new friends!!   Went to the Henri Rousseau exhibition. Often, seeing an exhibition produces an enhanced respect for the work of the artist. Sadly, this one tended to have the opposite effect – he is not as good as I had thought. Odd.

April 2nd 2016: Through Eurotunnel and drive towards Paris along the alarmingly straight highways. Weren’t English motorways planned with regular gentle curves to help maintain driver concentration?   Still, less than six hours travelling time, which certainly wasn’t possible in A Tale of Two Cities.   Smollett’s writing on travelling in France has a waspishness that suggests his temper was not improved by travel and its discomforts. So, must not grumble.

March 31st 2016: Wow!! Good news day for us both.   I have been offered an Emeritus Professorship by the University of Bedfordshire (where I was a Professor of Media Cultures from 1999-2015). Deborah has been awarded a Research Fellowship by the Harry Ransom Center at the University of Texas at Austin.  I am brushing the dust from my Stetson.

March 28th 2016: To friends near Cirencester, and the next day, morning coffee and explore Cirencester. Pleasant, sedate. Then, like an idiot I drive 30 miles in the wrong direction, without realising, so we see something of Stroud, circle Gloucester, and, even less necessary, straight through Cheltenham, before the bows are pointing back towards Oxford.   No, I don’t have a sat-nav. Don’t get me started! One great find – in a supermarket charity book section – is Elizabeth David’s magisterial book on bread – one of her less perennially reprinted books, and yet what a terrific work of scholarship. Plus she writes so well.

March 23rd 2016: In rural Bucks – so close to London and yet so remote too. As a Londoner since 1958, I feel relatively at home, these days in cities around the world –despite their obvious differences, they are also rather similar.   Arrive in a new place and after a nervous few hours of liminality, I can settle down. A few basic questions have to be resolved: where can I buy a bottle of water? how does the local transport work, and how do I get a ticket? Where is the market, where are the restaurants, the cinemas, the museums and the bars?

But the countryside is not like this – different rules and rhythms; different sounds and smells. It is so quiet that it is noisy – you hear every dog bark, cow moo, distant cars approaching, rain on rooftops, wind in trees.   Without the 24/7 background rumble of urban life, I can find it difficult to get to sleep.   However, the slow pace of change, the continuities, the calmness and the stability are joyous.   And the daffodills are out. You don’t notice these things in Gower Street.

March 22nd 2016: Aching muscles today after 2 days emptying front room for decorating. Some people question why we have so many books – the answer is possibly to be found in Walter Benjamin’s essay Unpacking my Library, or maybe in Phil Cohen’s Reading Room Only: Memoirs of a Radical Bibliophile.   On the other hand Oppose Book Worship by Mao Zedung strikes a more cautionary note.

March 20th 2016: Leeds – Two lovely days in Leeds – arrived, went straight to West Yorkshire Playhouse and saw Great Expectations, then quick walk through markets, checked in to hotel, and then to Damned United in the evening.   Indian meal. Next day to Saltaire to see Hockney’s amazing IPad paintings.

March 16th 2016: Brighton – always on the verge of seducing the visitor, with its overlapping worlds and subcultures – students, goths, gays, antique dealers, retired folk, EFL students, professors.  The narrow lanes suddenly give way to the broad sweep of the Steine and the extraordinary Pavilion.   All this and a salty wind, a whiff of seafood, and the high keening sound of seagulls.  For Londoners, arriving at the station into this strange amalgam of the respectable and the louche, Brighton forever has the hint of forbidden fruit – a brief time away from the reality principle. Outsiders view, of course, – living there must be a whole different experience.

March 9th 2016: In Newcastle, which does not, in my view, shout loudly enough about its attractions – not just the five bridges (seven bridges now??), the Angel of the North or the Baltic Centre for Contemporary Art, but also the lovely covered market, the elegant 1830s streets (more listed buildings than any other city bar London and Bath!) and above all the terrific Lit and Phil (Literary and Philosophical Society) Library.   To see a beautiful library that is clearly loved by its users and staff alike, when so many are being closed due to Government cuts to local authority budgets, is really moving. And, cover your eyes at this point librarians, you can have a cup of coffee and a biscuit while reading your book ! Bliss !!   Oh, yes and there is a rather fine football stadium. Shame about the team….


March 8th 2016:  Once again, did not win New Statesman competition, alas.  The brief was to devise a message posted on a Trip Advisor type site, that manages to miss the main point of the resort reviewed.  My entry:

Venice: Imaginative idea to turn many streets into canals, and the effect is pretty, but sadly, they didn’t know where to stop.   Far too much water, making getting about difficult.   Hotels are drearily old, with few mod cons. The shopping is mediocre, and they really have to do something about their public transport.   You can wait all day and not even see a bus !

The Grand Canyon: Interesting flat semi-desert plain, with intriguing vegetation and wild-life. Climate pleasantly hot and dry. Small village shops sell Indian crafts.   Unfortunately the experience is ruined by the ugly giant cutting that has been constructed, for no obvious reason, between the north and south districts.

Lourdes: Very few decent bars, and not a single nightclub worthy of the name. Everything seems to shut down at 10.00pm. The gay scene is non-existent, and the general atmosphere of excess piety is dispiriting.


March 3 2016:  True Story:  After watching Arsenal beaten 2-1 by Swansea at the Emirates Stadium last night, I had a  strange dream in which I was wandering aimlessly through a hospital.   Within the dream, the following dialogue took place:

Sister (to nurse):  and what about his mental state ?

Nurse:  well, we know he was at the Emirates last night.

Me:  I’ll do the jokes…


Feb 23 2016: Welcome to this page, established to let people keep up to date with my activities, works, and plans.   Feedback welcome.   If you want to invite to me to speak at a conference, seminar or other event, just email me (see Contact link above).   Topics I am currently researching include political comedy, images of science, and news and vortextuality.