Saturday, 14 July 2012

Well, this is unexpected

Things are not quite normal. Crail has been indulging in a bit of unseemly weeping.
End of an era. The gothic gloom of the bays in the Plant Sciences Library, loved by some, hated by the hoi polloi [who stump through bawling 'It smells of old books!'], will be no more.
On Monday the builders move in with their sledgehammers, and poncification begins. Though to be frank once the amount of the budget was revealed, 'poncification' is likely to be ludicrously euphemistic.
One was nevertheless optimistic about the changes. Comfy seats for students, more light, coffee machine, and all that.
But it was the sad sight of Crail's empty cage that did it.

How Crail came to be caged is too long a story to indulge in, but the beloved cage, with all its room for Important Stuff I Will Deal With ... Later, is to be swapped for, well, an airport car-hire desk if the 'artist's impression' is to be believed. No doubt a polyester uniform will be shaken out of a carrier bag at some point, and one will be handed a 'Can I help you?' badge and a box of logo'd pencils. Crail's request for a chaise longue in the 'relaxation area' was declined, reasons unknown.
Please note: The object, which I understand is called a broom, was placed in the shot for aesthetic reasons alone.

Wednedsay morning, 8.20 am

Oh, for goodness sake, you say. Another of Crail's boring shots of a boring library.
Aha, there is a point. Intended for University bodies who think in-department libraries are a waste of resources and are no longer necessary.
This is a fairly typical sight that greets Crail when she staggers into the Genetics Library at around 8.15 am.
Those nice young people depicted are a postdoc and a postgrad student. The Genetics Library is a small one, yet it is rarely empty. It is not the most lovely working space imaginable, these users aren't reading books or periodicals, and neither needs to use it.
They choose to.