Sunday 5th April 2026

Lifestyle

An amateur’s guide to being chronically ill at university

In a job interview, I could describe myself as "resilient”, “adept at multitasking”, and “highly organised”. What is yet to be a LinkedIn badge is actually my most developed...

Flânerie for Two: On the Lost Art of Doing Nothing Together

“Order of operations, vacuum first or last when cleaning your apartment?” The question comes...

All roads lead to bagels: Green Routes review

Don’t get me wrong, I love my college. I’d proudly defend it against most criticisms. But it does have one major flaw: the absence of Sunday Brunch. So, to overcome this tragedy, and in the hope of appeasing my hangover with some much needed sugar, I headed out last week to the Green Routes Café in Cowley.

All (college) creatures great and small

Growing up, the loving companionship of animals had been a constant for me – a living, breathing reminder that life is worth treasuring and slowing down for. Yet, now separated by hundreds of miles, at university the happiness I had felt amongst my animals began to dissipate. That is, until I saw the cat tree in my college lodge and heard the tip-tapping of four paws across the wooden floor.

Please run responsibly (and intoxicated)

I get it, you’re bored of hearing about running, of seeing the zillionth marathon post. I feel the frustration. I have long been a...

Does Oxford prepare you for the real world?

As one of the approximately 3000 undergraduates to have recently bid farewell to Oxford, I’ve learnt just how easy it is to be overwhelmed...

The incandescent and the immovable

I went to Ometepe in search of a view, but found something closer to a memory. The island floats inside Lake Nicaragua, its twin volcanoes...

‘Have you heard the new Laufey album?’

We all know the type, or at least the meme. The tote-bag sporting, wired-headphone wearing, matcha latte drinking, so-called ‘performative’ men flooding our social...

The maddening art of procrastination

In delaying and avoiding writing this piece, I am succumbing to exactly what many university students are guilty of: procrastination. Though not among the...

To read or not to read?

It’s 5pm and I’m standing on a packed, unmoving train, somewhere between Swindon and Bristol Parkway, dodging questionable armpits and trying my best to...

New generation, old hobbies

Knitting needles, film photos, vinyl records, and books: what’s the link? You’d be forgiven for answering with “things I might find in my grandma’s...

Ramen Korner: The souperior choice?

Ramen Korner, located on the (you guessed it) corner between the High street and Long Wall street, boasts a striking facade with bold lettering...

Why we should all relish the chance to be bored

If there’s one thing that this summer has taught me, it’s to relish boredom. It’s in scarce supply for us all in term-time, but...

What does summer mean to me?

“What does summer mean to me?” was always the first question on the first page of a new schoolbook. A trap disguised as a...

My journey with British identity

I was gently raised with the idea that Britain was fair and decent, a country that meant something good. This was likely shaped by...

Performative perfection and the reality behind the Instagram post

It’s a beautiful Sunday morning, and I’m scrolling through Instagram. One of my resolutions for this summer was to reduce my screen time, but...

The girl who lived

Like Harry Potter under the stairs, I was ‘the one who lived’. A rainbow baby (a baby born after loss), wrapped in nappies and...

The art of snacking in an ingredient household

There’s something quite liminal about being a student. One minute you’re running around a city feeling like a Grown Up, and then suddenly it’s...

Tiny Love Stories

I gazed at the mountains encircling my mother's hometown. I had been travelling in China for a month, constantly apologising for my broken Chinese....

Intellectual manspreading? Male students of feminism

If I had to choose one, I’d say my favourite part of studying a paper in feminist theory was reading The SCUM Manifesto, written...

When a small sweet treat becomes a big problem

I can’t walk past the Covered Market without feeling inexplicably drawn to Moo-Moo’s. The array of servers at Knoops have my order memorised. Even...

The sibling dilemma

Beatrix Arnold reflects on being one of five, how university changes family dynamics, and surprise gatherings at Bridge.

My friends and I ranked (almost) every college formal

Amanda Li rounds off her time in Oxford with an impressively comprehensive review of Oxford's formals: rating the good, the bad, and the inedible.

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