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.
On being accepted into Oxford, everyone warned me about the reading lists. “You’ll be reading eight hours a day,” they said. At the time, it sounded almost romantic.
Dating back over five hundred years, May Day celebrations (traditionally) present an opportunity to herald in the arrival of spring. Whilst the tradition is...
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...
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?