Tuesday 17th March 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.

Interrupting Oxford time: Can we defend the clocks falling back?

Are we are giving daylight savings time just a little more hatred than it deserves? Sophie Price looks into the benefits of the time change for both early risers and night owls.

Abolish the high table

There’s something that makes the high table feel a bit off. Maybe it’s because the hierarchy of academia it represents hits a bit too close to home. A bit too close to the bitter sentiment in British society towards class domination.

The Breakfast Club: Bringing the mid to midday

Brunch is a particular love of mine. Between the poached eggs at Brasenose brunch, the coconut pancakes at The Handle Bar Cafe, and huevos rancheros at the Oxford Brunch Bar, there is no shortage of weekend brunch options in Oxford. The Breakfast Club could have been a perfect addition to this lovely list - alas, it did not make the cut.

Red flags or human flaws: Has university dating culture forgotten what it means to love someone warts and all?

All it takes is for me to catch a glimpse of a boy on a VOI and I’m out. It’s now possible to designate a character trait as a red flag and rule someone out completely. What happened to second chances?

Grieving someone I never knew

It feels natural to carry sadness for moments missed, for the advice that might have been shared, and for the unique kind of love that could have shaped your life.

Le pain: Living as a coeliac at Oxford

Mastering the 'art of the coeliac' involves everything from pre-kiss teeth brushing to BOP juice abstinence.

Three wishes for Oxford

Thomas Napier daydreams of a world where he plays God.

The town, the gown, and… the tourists

Oxford tourists - endearing, a nuisance or something more?

What’s your purpose? (In six words or less)

Describe yourself in 6 words or less. Find your passion. Find your purpose. Can your passion become your career? Can you monetise this? Can we monetise this? Can you make us money?

The little things

It can be easy to forget the power of beauty and gratitude. After struggling with depression, the little things can make your day. Like a pen.

A month in Berlin: Embracing solitude in the big city

Alone in a bustling city - isolating or exciting?

Re-understanding my Nan

In many of these residents, I also saw glimpses of my Nan, realising she wasn’t alone in her inner conflicts between feeling cared for and feeling controlled.

Dishoom’s Permit Room brings the spirit of Bombay to Oxford

Sitting next to Shamil, Kavi, and their loved ones made us feel part of the Dishoom family; sharing plates and insights on life over various cocktails made four hours fly by. From cocktails to curries, Dishoom's Permit Room exceeded all expectations.

Guess who’s coming to dinner? Politics.

A guide to surviving family politics one relative at a time.

A comprehensive guide to Oxford student stereotypes

The facts of Oxford are far ahead of its fictions, creating a peculiar disjunct in the identities of its undergraduates. Each student must battle with either “I’m not your stereotypical Oxford student!” or “I am your stereotypical Oxford student!”

Represented at Oxford: State school students

How did we come from the Bullingdon Club culture to the Oxford we have today?

Oxford kebab vans: For the uninitiated

Oxford students have loyalty to two things: their college and their kebab vans.

Stockholm syndrome: Reversed 

Education folklore has it that for many years, students at MIT have scrawled the acronym ‘IHTFP’ (I hate this fucking place) around campus in an attempt to express disdain for their university. After two years at Oxford, I can now report that students here often experience similar feelings.

Why get up? Why keep going?

At every late library session or rainy walk back to college, I think back to my days in fluorescent-lit, outdated offices. I think of riding a busy bus, an hour each way. I think of pointless, drawn-out meetings. And I think of all the time I wasted for no good reason.

Keep missing the Northern Lights? A guide to aurora-chasing in Oxford

Last night, Oxford was treated to another spectacular display of the Northern Lights. For many students, this marked the second time this year they...

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