Life
Navigating being a baby adult
After complaining that the Easter hunt had gotten too hard this year, my parents were quick to decide that it had in fact been my last hunt as I...
‘Women in STEM’ – empowerment or disempowerment?
We’ve all heard the phrase ‘woman in STEM’; the term is now so well-known...
Outside OX1: Oxford’s other neighbourhoods
It is often said that Oxford consists of just three streets: the High Street,...
A guide to Gloucester Green
No city is complete without a fresh food market. Oxford’s is the area next...
Uncorny traditionalism at Il Corno
Il Corno stands out from the average sit-in Covered Market restaurant. Its crimson walls contrast from the beiges and blues of the surrounding stalls...
Kitchen Sink Drama
The first hurdle is whether used utensils even reach the kitchen, let alone the sink, and the appropriate time for them to do so.
In praise of breakfast grandeur
Breakfast is a neglected meal. Your average cookbook doesn’t even go there, and most food influencers will only occasionally create complex cooked numbers ‘to...
Oxfess #999: Help! My Best Friend is Addicted to Oxfess
Oxfess: the social media platform that broadcasts the woes and troubles of the University’s most prolific oversharers. Reuben meadows discusses the all-consuming world of Oxfess.
A guide for the impromptu undergraduate tour guide
How do you even begin to show a relative or friend around Oxford? In Michaelmas, a friend studying in London came to visit. She...
The patience of ordinary things
By the time this column reaches print, the term will be coming to a close. And what better time to consider the term retrospectively, than at the approach of its ending?
A ‘Nectarine’-ly sweet end to the term!
"To be frank, this Hilary, whilst sweet at certain corners, has left me feeling a little emotionally bruised and in some aspects, a bit rotten."
From the High Table: formal dinners at Oxford
I vividly remember spending my first ever evening in Oxford at the Freshers’ Formal Dinner. Surrounded by strangers and the portraits of those who...
A New Yorker Reviews Oxford Shake Shack
Shake Shack is more than a fast food restaurant to me. I’d go there on half days with friends or eat and talk for...
Sunny Side Up!
This week saw me, along with all the other hordes of students in second year, cross the halfway mark of my degree. Maybe it’s...
The Patience of Ordinary Things: in defence of doing nothing
It has been a week. Read that last word in italics, if you will - I am unsure if the Cherwell’s print formatting will...
Dating Apps: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly
They say you leave Oxford with one of three things: a first, a Blue, or a spouse. I can’t do sports, and I’m more...
Beating the Blues – is it possible to overcome the 5th week blues?
The 5th week blues are an infamous and universal part of the Oxford experience. They are as renowned as crewdates, formals, and bops -...
Get your flatmate to cook on Valentine’s Day
For Valentine’s Day last year, I lay on the floor of my room and ate self-bought, discount chocolate. I intend to do the same...
