CJ on uni life…

I was slightly disappointed today to find the Rev whose blog I commented on (and disagreed with) over family nights – see  has turned his blog off –see https://jerome23.wordpress.com/2009/03/06/family-nights-in-with-satan/ — but as he was giving up blogging for Lent that was probably why. He could have just deleted my comment if too risque, though it was a honest historical account of my time at the University of Gloucestershire as is – perhaps more similar to a Dennis Wheatley novel filmed by Andy Warhol with a Velvet Underground and Jefferson Airplane soundtrack than the official version promoted by the Prospectus, but hey, that was exactly what my student experience was like. It was 1987-90 after all.

I seem to remember one of the few times I ever gained strong official displeasure was at an Open Day event for students and parents I was asked to speak at in the early 90’s where I was asked what the college (as was) drug scene was like. “Practically nonexistent” I replied, “maybe try somewhere else if that is your thing?”  Sure I knew where you could get cannabis in town – skunk still had not arrived and it was all hash, and as the very smell of the stuff makes me queasy I was not that excited by the prospect -and I loathe skunk – but honestly there was no real drug scene in the uni in those days. That was to change I guess – after ’92 or so I had no interest.  Anyway this earned me a telling off — I won’t say who from — for putting students off!

Still those were different times…  I did my undergrad dissertation on A Comparison of the Mystical and Psychedelic Drug Induced Experience, had long hair and wore a painted leather jacket (with quotes from Laibach and Marinetti’s 1909 Futurist Manifesto on!)  and hung around with a tweedy conservative, a pipe smoking public school boy given to manic folk dancing to punk classics, a northern football obsessed romantic poet, a Marillion fan who drank like a maniac, and of course a gay nazi wizard. In short much like most people’s uni experience I’m guessing? Oh, and Beast Rabban, so add some beastliness in to the mix, and play it out in the Christian Union, Student Ghosthunting Society,  and SU bar of the countries only Christian University from 1987 to the birth of the new millennium. It probably does not make however for the kind of blog comments on uni life todays clergy approve of…

😦

Anyway this has got me thinking about the church, Trinity, St. Peters, St. Pauls, and my relationship with such. I think this will make an interesting theme to write on – but for today, well I have to dash out.  I think an awful lot of my friends (barring Beast, H and Liz of course my fellow Christians) are bemused by my Christianity, and even more so by my work in apologetics and the mission field. I wonder where else they would expect to find me but on the intellectual front line? Hey, that’s a future blog post! Time to go…

cj x

Advertisements

About Chris Jensen Romer

I am a profoundly dull, tedious and irritable individual. I have no friends apart from two equally ill mannered cats, and a lunatic kitten. I am a ghosthunter by profession, and professional cat herder. I write stuff and do TV things and play games. It's better than being real I find.
This entry was posted in Social commentary desecrated and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s