Sourdough is a simple pleasure. A perfect loaf should have a chewy, light, tangy, and springy crumb. On cold days it’s a reliable and simple comfort – the kind that makes Hilary term feel a little less bleak.
Barely a month has passed since we made our flustered entry into 2026. But it seems like the verdict is already in: your honour, we’ve had enough. Bring back 2016.
During these cold winter months, in which – thanks to that pinnacle of British construction, breathable walls – I wake up in a freezing room, I find great solace in hiding beneath my blanket.
My best memories of gallivanting around Europe were of parks. They were found in the tranquility of self-reflection as I enjoyed the serenity of nature, clutching my too-expensive coffee and watching the ducks swim about in the river as the cold winter wind whipped the fallen leaves off the ground beside me.
It's hard not to notice the exponential growth of running as a hobby in recent years. It's similarly taken Oxford's student population by storm – Agastya Rao discusses his passion for the sport.
Too many of us know the emotional grey area that situationships cultivate. That illusion of indifference – our personal emotional insurance policy – is a ready get out in case our true feelings go unreciprocated. Ava Doherty expands on why this is not only emotionally detrimental, but significant for our political demands too.