WWWWWH #3
Welcome to Chicken Yoghurt’s third WWWWWH. Each week a blogger is interviewed according to the golden rules of journalism, the Six Ws: Who, What, Where, Why, When and… How. Think of it as a mock execution without the mockery. Or the execution.
This week, the hammer falls on the empty chamber for Andrew, proprietor of the Bartlett’s Bizarre Bazaar emporium (est. 2004).
Who are you?
A wannabe bearded left-wing public intellectual. Failing that, a bearded left-wing comic book writer. Hmmm, I am getting too old to play rugby for a living… Oh, who are you? I am a Yorkshireman, and alien in Wales.What are you?
Too short, too slow, too soft. A habitual self-abuser, with a secret taste for right-wing websites that yields nothing but spectacular bursts of high blood-pressure that cannot help but send me blind.
Where are you?
Safe in an ivory tower. In fact, given that I am supposedly a sociologist of science, the ivory tower that I inhabit is, Russian doll-like, contained within another.
When are you?
In bed by eleven, even though my most productive writing hours are the small hours of the morning. And so usually I am way past any deadlines that I might have.
Why are you?
The inevitable product of material forces, the end-point of the unfolding of history. Or more likely, I am the intellectual product of innumerable irrelevant books and employability sapping bouts of education, the physically degraded result of scrummages and boozed-up binges, and the rootless cosmopolitan consequence of a life spent without a place to call home.
How are you?
I can hardly complain. Actually, I ought not complain.
Last week’s WWWWWH can be found here.
Posted on January 31st, 2006 at 8:15 am
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A Sociologist of Science?
Aha. That would explain it…
Explain what?