Kip has produced films and written many articles for academic journals and authored chapters for books on topics such as masculinity, ageing and rurality, and older LGBT citizens. His ground-breaking use of qualitative methods, including biography and auto-ethnography, and the use of tools from the arts in social science research and dissemination are well-known. Jones acted as Author and Executive Producer of the award-winning short film, RUFUS STONE, funded by Research Councils UK.
Areas of expertise • Close relationships, culture and ethnicity • Social psychology, sociology • Ageing, self and identity • Interpersonal processes, personality, individual differences, social networks, prejudice and stereotyping • Sexuality and sexual orientation • Creativity and the use of the arts in Social Science
Media experience His work has been reported widely in the media, including: BBC Radio 4, BBC TV news, Times Higher Education, Sunday New York Times, International Herald-Tribune and The Independent.
Thursday, 25 July 2013
I have one candle. It's sort of a votive candle and scented. I fired it up and sat at my computer which, in good times and bad, makes me feel secure. (I could have used the Macbook, but I forgot that it works on batteries--I always plug it in. I wondered if Wifi works during an electrical outage? I guessed not.)
I looked out on the street and it was quiet. There seemed to be some lights, but most of the properties were dark. Suddenly, a car pulled up and a young man got out and went to the side door at the MOT shop across the road. The top floor is supposedly a men's club of some sort, but he seemed to have a key. He entered quickly and went up the stairs where the lights then went on. Before last night, I hadn't known that someone lived there.
I wasn't sure if the blackout was just in my flat or not. I spooked around the stairwell where the hall lights were still working. One flat had light under the door. I went down to the garage and looked at the row of electric meters. Two were dark, the others not moving. I came back upstairs and sat at the computer with my candle. The smell was beginning to sicken me.
Finally, I called the electric company and was relieved to hear that there were several reports of outages in this area. She said it would be fixed in a few hours. I said, 'Good, because the meters aren't turning and you're not making any money'. She laughed. I went to bed then, feeling better that it wasn't just me and that someone got my little joke.
I woke about an hour later when everything in the flat lit up again.
Boom! Blackout over.