Josie Thornton

I’m now in my fourth year, and as such, must grapple with the reality of my Oxford days drawing to a close. Granted, this is something that every student must contend with, and I watched on as most of my friends bade a fond farewell to this city where our friendships began when they graduated last summer. Yet there is something about the fourth year that I’m certain makes the final year even more strange: a sense of something already lost, of living in a moment that has already passed.

"One Day, like Normal People, has touched me in a way that very few other programmes have."

"...instead of reaching for your phone to share your love, take a chance on people in real life."

It seemed like a particularly busy Saturday morning as I weaved through the crowds on Cornmarket street. Extinction Rebellion were out banging drums and...

Time passes differently here in Oxford. It is something that I am not sure I will ever get my head around. As I rushed...

A week of forgetting names, failing to log-in to Eduroam, and dressing up as a jigsaw puzzle: I’m pleased to find that freshers’ week...

I first came across Irish post-punk band Fontaines D.C. when my brother brought me their debut album on vinyl for Christmas, back in 2019....