Sensible. Tell me “sensible” and I’ll reply “shoes”. Sensible shoes is what your butch 60ish aunt and her partner wear when vacationing in Paris. Although my Ireland-based colleague Stuart Rathbone and I share a great many opinions, I don’t think it’s a good idea to call for sensible archaeology.
Empirical, yes please. Plainly phrased, indeed. Solidly argued, always. Do I scoff at pretentious academic jargon, like Stuart does? You bet your trowel I do. Should we avoid unfounded speculation, perhaps even accept the “positivist” moniker? Sure.
But rather than sensible archaeology, I think we should aim for mind-blowing, flamboyant, outrageous archaeology. Archaeology to make your hair stand on end and leave a damp spot in your knickers. Like the sequined red 3-inch heels your aunt’s partner changes into for a long night in Parisian boÃ®tes de nuit after three days of walking the halls of the Louvre. Because if it ain’t fun, archaeology ain’t worth a damn.
Thanks to Cornelius Holtorf for the tip-off.