There is no place in Oxford that my muscle memory takes me to more reliably than the Alternative Tuck Shop. This happens regardless of my state – still half-asleep, perhaps slightly hungover, or already late for class.
This winter, social media encourages us to embark on the journey of the "winter arc": a self-optimisation quest which leaves little room for hibernation.
Not all icks are created equal, and of course, they shouldn't be treated as such. Either way, they undeniably speak volumes about the person you're with.
I always knew I was a bit of a peculiar child. But I was deeply surprised when a friend seeking a diagnosis herself suggested that I might be autistic.
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: 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.
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?
"How can we make a space our own, for the brief interim where it is indeed our own, when we know that it carries so much history of so many people before us, within it?"
The Cafés warm space differs greatly from the takeaway-focused cafés and food trucks of Broad Street, though I’m sure Theo’s will make itself at home soon enough.