New university Hell.
All the humanities lecturers just waiting to be sacked. For the axe to fall. Humanities lecturers, in general misery. In perma-doom. With no sense of a future, rather than some daft management-imposed future.
The new university, trying to be everything but what it was.
Rebranding itself, panickedly. Raising new buildings, panickedly. Running up vast debts. Modernising its old ‘60s campus, on the never-never. With new cladding, with swoosh roofs. Erecting some enormous new sports hall. And closing down this subject area, or that one. Closing down the humanities, as it sinks down the rankings.
Everything about it screamed failed institution. Screamed failed state.
Work in Progress 