Saturday 7th June 2025
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Mean girls and scream queens

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The mixed-to-very-negative response generated by the first few episodes of Scream Queens, a torrent of colourful insults from critics and couch potatoes alike, is difficult to ignore. These dissenters are not some vocal minority, nor can we claim that they are somehow ‘not in on the joke’ – one of the show’s great pleasures is indeed its own cast’s lack of behind-the-curtain self awareness, so don’t expect a series peppered with eye-winking trivia and college kids doubling as horror encyclopaedias. Scream, this ain’t.

Nor is the response a knee–jerk reaction to Scream Queens’ premise or involvements, much as a new Ryan Murphy (Glee, American Horror Story) show about student sororities, big bad bitches and a masked killer on campus might sound groan-worthy. No, as more episodes roll in and the critical tide refuses to turn, that rationalization falls apart just the same. Yet with no easy escape from the criticism, I find myself filled with complete certainty that I am right, they are wrong, and Scream Queens is the best new series to come along in months.

Though Murphy’s attachment has likely spurned more than a few potential viewers, I find little of his other shows’ DNA on offer here. As far removed from American Horror Story’s po-faced spook-driven storytelling as it is Glee’s preachy moral guardianship, Scream Queens is a dark campus comedy following the members and pledges of the Kappa Kappa Tau sorority at Wallace University, led by class-A mean girl Chanel Oberlin (Emma Roberts), as she goes toe-to-toe with wily Dean Cathy Munsch (Jamie Lee Curtis), and a killer donning a Red Devil costume who seems to be exclusively targeting members of KKT. Very 80s, then.

The show’s unstoppable, manic energy is its greatest and its most dangerous asset. The script fires off joke after joke at such pace that it hardly matters if they miss the target; your attention will already have been diverted elsewhere. This is the same approach that kept The LEGO Movie afloat (and made it a wild success) last year, though in that instance they wisely opted for a 100-minute runtime, rather than Scream Queens’ eventual 600.

At this early stage, it’s anyone’s guess whether Murphy and co. can keep it up. The speed hasn’t dragged over the first three episodes, and yet to get through twelve more without faltering seems wishful thinking — the spell hasn’t broken yet, though, and it’s worth the investment in a show which has been such a complete joy to watch, week-on-week.

I can’t say I’m generally someone who harbours guilty pleasures, and I’d be loathe to tag Scream Queens as such. The college murder mystery setting does not make it trashy, and the seemingly shallow, bitchy characters do not make it even slightly vapid or unworthy. I watch the series for its witty, snappy script and dynamite cast, not because it’s a decent way to fill an hour. And I hope that Scream Queens can, against the odds perhaps, continue this superb run through the rest of its first season.

OUSU opposes cuts to student grants

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A MOTION HAS passed in the first Oxford University Student Union meeting of Michaelmas term, to mandate both the President and Vice-President to publicly oppose the abolition of maintenance grants.

This motion comes in the light of plans announced by George Osborne in the emergency budget this summer to remove student maintenance grants and replace them with increased loans.

The motion also proposes to mandate the OUSU Vice-President to “lobby the University to mitigate the real and perceived financial implications for future students”.

OUSU Council noted that “the change would result in the poorest students graduating with bigger debts than the current system and with more debt than their peers”. OUSU has also stated that the Council believes that “maintenance grants are an important source of support, which encourage students from low-income backgrounds to apply to university and allow them to fully participate in student life once here and that replacing grants with loans is regressive and will increase the level of stress experienced by students from low-income families.”

The motion passed with 65 votes for, four votes against and seven abstentions.

 

OUSU President Becky Howe, who seconded the motion, told Cherwell, “Cutting maintenance grants would not only impact on students from the most disadvantaged backgrounds – it would mean that those taking the biggest maintenance loans would leave university with thousands of pounds’ more debt than their wealthier peers. It’s completely unfair and unacceptable.”

An Oxford University spokesperson commented, “Oxford University offers a very generous package of no-strings-attached financial support including grants and tuition fee reductions. We take into account the level of student debt when setting our annual financial support package.”

It is believed that approximately 16 per cent of Oxford students currently receive maintenance grants, and a survey conducted by OUSU this summer found that 88 per cent of respondents believed that the abolition of maintenance grants “would negatively affect students from low-income backgrounds”.

Christian Amos, a history student from St Catherine’s College, told Cherwell, “personally, I think it’s a good thing that Becky Howe is being mandated to do this. Tuition fees are a separate issue, but maintenance grants really have been an asset to many students from low income backgrounds. It is all very well saying that because you only pay back the maintenance grant when you’re earning that it’s not that big an issue, but now it puts undue financial burden on those most reliant on the maintenance loan – those who previously qualified for the grant.”

Flora Hudson, an undergraduate from Exeter College, told Cherwell, “I think it is very positive that OUSU have been mandated to speak out against cuts to maintenance grants – as representatives for the Oxford student body, it is important that they stand by the students who will be hardest hit by these cuts and so devastatingly impacted by the irresponsible decisions of our government.”

Poaching and periods: in praise of silicon

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Have you ever tried to poach an egg? To me, an egg’s never better than when it’s been sitting in boiling water for a few minutes, till the whites are wafting about the pan like wispy clouds adrift in a summer sky while the yolk lies in wait behind them: a glob of sun ready to pour out its rays with the prod of a fork or slice of a knife. A good poached egg is the breakfast of champions; it is nothing short of a work of art. But as with all great masterpieces, the poached egg can’t be perfected without practice, perseverance and passion. The egg-poacher must be dedicated to their work, focused on their task, and stoical in the face of culinary adversity. Which is a bit of a shit one really, as ‘focused’ and ‘stoical’ are as far down the list of adjectives to describe my breakfast-foraging morning self as it’s possible to get. 

But have you ever tried to poach an egg with a PoachPod? Around a decade ago my family’s kitchen was graced by the introduction of one of these little silicone rubber wonder-cups which make that perfect egg-wobble achievable with very little effort, and even less skill. You crack an egg into the Pod and rest it on a simmering pan of water for a couple of minutes — hey presto, you’ve got yourself a poached egg. Even in the bleary-eyed confusion of breakfast preparation, with this ace up your sleeve you can’t go wrong. The end product resembles something bizarrely shaped like a tit as the egg moulds itself into the cup.

There’s a pleasing symmetry in the way that silicon products always seem to make a perky set of boobs, whether in the surgery room or on a dinner plate. And while we’re on the theme of bodily silicon insertion and animal ovum, now seems as good a time as any to mention another silicon usage that’s close to my heart: the mooncup. For the unenlightened, the mooncup is essentially a reusable tampon. I thought I’d be hard-pressed to find any silicon uses which elicit anything remotely nearing excitement from me, but it turns out that silicon’s the perfect material for a shitload of awesome purposes, from the banality of egg poaching to the downright vital task of developing safe and environmentally-friendly menstruation products. Who knew?! I never thought I’d say it, but thank God for silicon, and thank God for chemistry.

Of course, my most topical appreciation for silicon has to be its utility in baking. Eggs aren’t the only things that silicon can mould; shove some flour and sugar in there too and you’re halfway to a cakey showstopper à la Tamal from Bake Off.  Last week saw my personal heartthrob (whom I reluctantly share with millions of oth- ers) narrowly miss out on the Great British Bake Off crown to the fabulous face-pulling Nadiya. As a relatively keen amateur baker myself, I can vouch for the advantages of silicon cake and bread moulds, which slide easily away from your freshly baked creation and leave a funky and often otherwise unaccomplishable design. Truly, the sky is the limit. Why you’d want a foot-shaped cake, however, is beyond me. 

And as my surprisingly adulatory inspection of silicon comes to a close, here’s a little message for the freshers out there (another topical tidbit); when setting out to write this piece, I asked a friend of mine who studies chemistry if there were any particular properties of silicon I should know about before putting pen to paper. She told me that silicon is chemically very similar to carbon, but that  a silicon molecule differs by having an extra shell which allows it to expand its octet (the eight electrons in its outer shell) and thus form more bonds with other elements. Essentially, silicon is pimped-out carbon. I’m sure we can all extrapolate some profound metaphorical advice from that information — probably something along the lines of forming bonds with your fellow freshers, building up layers of personality, and standing out compared to other carbon-based life forms, etc etc — but I don’t want to over-egg the pudding (yes, I know — I did just make an egg pun and a baking pun at the same time).

So there we have it: not only is silicon eggsellent (somebody stop me) for poaching stuff, collecting menstrual blood, and baking, it is also great for crafting an elaborate (if half-baked) metaphor about the fresher experience and providing cheesily convenient conclusions to student newspaper articles. Silicon, you have my heart.

Profile: Alan Rusbridger

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To decide to interview arguably Britain’s leading newspaper editor of the past generation is, in retrospect, fairly sadistic. It was difficult to banish the image of an unflappable, hard-as-nails Fleet Street big dog staring at me with a look of regret and boredom at having agreed to be interviewed in the first place. So when the first thing Alan Rusbridger says to me is that the weekly shop took longer than expected and that he’s sorry for being 30 seconds late, I can breathe that bit easier. 

Given his journalism career began over 40 years ago, of which the last 20 were spent at the very top as editor-in-chief of the Guardian, Rusbridger doesn’t fit the stereotypes of a lifelong journo-type. He doesn’t check his phone, he isn’t even slightly abrupt, and his demeanour suggests cool, calm, and collected, rather than frantic desire to find the next scoop. He says he doesn’t think he’s sworn at anyone in his life. Perhaps the gear shift of going from editor of a national newspaper to principal of a medium-sized Oxford college wouldn’t be so great for such a seemingly serene persona. 

“Actually there’s something very similar about a group of people who are highly intelligent, seeking after the truth, without sounding pompous about it; a community and a collegiate way of solving things,” Rusbridger responds. “All that feels quite the same. Obviously I don’t wake up in the morning fumbling for the Today Programme and I’m not constantly at my screen checking things, which after 20 years is quite a relief.

“When I stepped down at the end of May, I thought this could be an enormous shift, so big you could almost get the bends. But I taught in India for three weeks, with the aim of leaving London behind, and actually I think that little Indian summer was a good way of transitioning from one to another.”

That stepping down marked the end of a career that began at the Cambridge Evening News before joining the Guardian in 1979. His first roles were as a feature writer, general reporter and diary columnist before being made the Observer’s TV critic. After a brief sojourn as Washington correspondent for the London Daily News, Rusbridger returned to the Guardian, playing an instrumental role in creating the Guardian Weekend magazine and the paper’s G2 section. 

He took up the editorship in 1995, meaning this was his 20th year in the role, a landmark that was significant in his decision to step down, given “it’s a very physically and mentally demanding job. I think in those jobs you don’t want to carry on, even if you’re doing it well.

“I had three or four really good deputies or potential successors, and it’s just bad if you hang on; I didn’t want to be in the position where people think I’m a bed-blocker. So for all kinds of reasons, I thought ‘go now’. And, you know, the old maxim, ‘Always leave when they’re crying for more.’”

And people certainly were crying for more if the smorgasbord of awards given to the Guardian under Rusbridger’s tenure is any indication. Within the last few years alone, the Guardian was awarded the UK Press Award for Newspaper of the Year, The Polk Award, The European Press Prize, The Walkley Award, an Emmy and, most prestigiously, a Pulitzer Prize. Rusbridger is quick to put this success into perspective, however; “It’s always lovely winning awards, but some mean more than others.

“The Pulitzer Prize was incredibly special because it’s the most sought-after prize in the world, and it was for public service, so it was the biggest Pulitzer Prize. And the Pulitzer Prize, like a lot of things in American journalism, is taken incredibly seriously. On one side there’s literature and poetry and music, and they’re saying that journalism is like those things. We also won the Right Livelihood Award, they call that the Alternative Nobel Prize in Sweden; we won that with Edward Snowden. And that again says that journalism is a force in society that’s worthy of recognition. Those things were really lovely to get because that’s what I think about journalism, that it’s a really important force.”

As such, Rusbridger’s appreciation of the awards was not just for the work of him and his colleagues, but because “journalism was being compared to other very necessary, noble forms, and I think that, sometimes in this country, we lose sight of that. If you speak to some British journalists they laugh at American journalists because they think they’re all up their own fundaments, and they take it too seriously, and they have no sense of humour.

“But, you go to a British press award ceremonies and there are people getting drunk, and throwing bread rolls, and hitting each other, as if they’re saying ‘We’re too cool to take journalism seriously.’ And the danger of that is no one else will take it seriously if we don’t take it seriously ourselves.”

Yet, it’s tremendously ironic that Rusbridger thinks British journalism is so downtrodden when it was under his editorship that the most publically lauded news stories of the last decade were broken; those of phone hacking, Wikileaks and the Edward Snowden revelations. Beginning with phone hacking, I asked how the waves after the phone hacking scandal, the Leveson Inquiry and the public outrage had affected the Guardian

“I think it was a good and necessary debate. I thought it was long overdue. There were ugly things happening in journalism that shouldn’t have been happening; they’ve stopped. The debate went off the rails a bit because because of what happened afterwards. I don’t think we have yet arrived at a position of what the state of regulation is going to look like. Has it affected the Guardian? We were never at the top of the league table of offenders under the old system, and we aren’t now. Some colleagues on other papers, the ones that didn’t like the Leveson process, didn’t want or like that debate happening, tended to blame the Guardian for it.

“Everyone now comes out and says, there wasn’t any regulation when the press was regulating itself; this thing called the Press Complaints Panel was for mediation not regulation. The Independent Press Standards Organisation goes some way towards a better system. I’m watching that with interest, and thinking let’s wait until Moses himself comes down with the tablets or whatever the joke is.”

The two big data-dump news stories of this century also came via the Guardian, thanks to Wikileaks and Edward Snowden, two stories that have come to define questions of privacy, national security and government interventions in the modern era. Though it seemed facetious to ask if he had a favourite between the two, Rusbridger explained that, “Wikileaks was huge at the time, it was the biggest thing of its kind that anybody had ever seen, but I think Snowden was more significant, because it opened up a world that had never been seen before. 

“Only now are we beginning to grasp what it is that Snowden was trying to show. As the world has played out over the last three years, people are beginning to see that this was an immense canvas of subjects that Snowden was saying, ‘You, the world, should be aware that this is happening, you may like it or you may not like it, but you can only have this debate if it’s founded on some information.’ So that in the end feels more historically significant.”

Rusbridger remembered the office on the night before Snowden as full of “adrenaline, and excitement, anticipation. It’s great to be in a newsroom on the eve of something like that. Everyone was super-professional, working at the highest level we ever had. We all knew it was the most difficult story we had ever done, and so we all had to raise our game another ten per cent.

“There was the Sunday after the first week, when Snowden had said he was always going to reveal himself. We had half an hour’s notice on the rest of the world, when the video arrived from Hong Kong. We looked at it and went ‘That’s Edward Snowden’, this young kid. So, we launched it, and that is an extraordinary feeling, when you’ve got something you know is going to be the biggest story in the world for the next few weeks. We launched it in the afternoon, when all the American networks are on loop, because they go have lunch on a Sunday or something. And so we launched it and sat there, looking at the screens, and nothing happened. It was unnerving, sitting there thinking, ‘Come on world, we’ve just done the most extraordinary thing!’”

The magnitude of the Snowden leaks was so vast that it wasn’t even clear what the central story was going to be. Encryption was only one part of the debate but “people like The Economist came out and said that’s the most significant story so far. Since then, people like Apple, or Google, or Tim Berners-Lee, inventor of the worldwide web, have all said that is a really important story.”

In spite of a career so garlanded by success, Rusbridger says that covering climate change was the biggest regret of his career, “not that we hadn’t covered it, we had. But I think journalism as a whole has not responded to climate change with the kind of imagination and volume and seriousness that it deserves.”

Later this autumn, Rusbridger will take up the role as chair of the Scott Trust, the body that ensures the financial independence of the Guardian. With an endowment of somewhere near a billion pounds, the Trust gives the Guardian an almost BBC-like protection from needing to chase ratings or worry about revenue. Indeed, the BBC is an organisation that Rusbridger seems sympathetic towards, remarking that, “I think the BBC is the greatest news organisation in the world. And I also think in a world where you have the British national press, you need the BBC. It’s a mirror image of America, where The New York Times is like the BBC, and Fox News is like the British press. But I think in any society, you really need both.”

As the interview was wrapping up, I, self-interestedly, asked for any tips about working in journalism. In a moment of Yoda-like zen, he summarised his philosophy as “finding incredibly bright people and letting them flourish, rather than imposing your will on everything. I liked finding writers, thinkers, estimators, photographers or critics and just letting them get on with it. Most people prefer to work for someone like that.” 

 

Entz threat sobers Catz students

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Students at St Catherine’s were issued a warning last week after excessive drinking led to multiple emergency taxis being called and one hosptalisation.

A number of Catz students were transported back to the College via taxi during Freshers’ Week last week, after becoming too inebriated. One fresher was hospitalised on Thursday night and had to be accompanied by a JCR committee member.

Following these events, the Dean of St Catherine’s, Dr Richard Bailey, sent an email to the JCR on Friday afternoon, in which he informed the students that if this “excessive drunken behaviour” were to continue, ‘Entzs’ (the St Catherine’s word for ‘bop’) could be cancelled indefinitely. Bailey said in his email, “I am writing to you following an unusually disappointing beginning to the term. There has been a worrying amount of excessive drunken behaviour, particularly amongst the 1st yrs, and several disruptive staircase parties. I will be following up personally with a number of you.”

“As you know, there is an Entz this weekend. The Junior Deans will be present, as at all such events, and will be reporting back to me.

“Having Entz in College is contingent on good behaviour so be in no doubt that subsequent Entzs will be cancelled if this poor behaviour continues.”

Meanwhile, there was confusion as to the lack of presence of a Catz Junior Dean to accompany the hospitalised individual. Cherwell understands that this responsibility would not usually fall to a committee member, and instead that the first aid-trained Junior Deans are expected to look after excessively drunk undergraduates. The College declined to comment on the presence of Junior Deans.

One third-year Catz historian told Cherwell, “To an extent I think the freshers have just got a bit carried away and that the excitement of the week got to a few of them. It’s not exactly unusual to have some people who drink too much. What is unusual is the Dean’s reaction. Catz is a very chilled place and it takes a lot to provoke a reaction like this.

“If they did cancel Entz, the freshers definitely wouldn’t be doing themselves any favours with ingratiating themselves with the older years.”

Dr Richard Bailey declined to address the specific issues but stated, “As ever, we’re keen to maintain a safe, enjoyable and stimulating environment in College.” St Catherine’s JCR President, Sarah White, also declined to comment.

The week’s events follow a decision at Lincoln College to ban spirits from all Entz-run freshers’ events, which could be extended to encompass the rest of the academic year.

Cambridge Union’s Julian Assange invitation sparks outrage

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The Cambridge Union has faced strong criticism this week over its decision to invite Julian Assange to speak in a debate at the society on November 11th, and to hold a referendum amongst its membership to confirm or decline the offer of a formal invitation. The Union’s Women’s Officer, Helen Dallas, has also resigned after being left unconsulted.

Assange has had a European Arrest Warrant in place against him since 2012, issued by Sweden, on suspicion of ‘lesser degree rape’. He has been living in the Ecuadorian embassy in London ever since, where he remains now, and cannot be arrested for as long as he remains in the building, which is outside UK jurisdiction.

If the members of the Cambridge Union vote ‘yes’ to inviting him, he would appear by video-link only.

Assange fears extradition to the United States on suspicion of espionage in his role as founder of Wikileaks if he goes to Sweden.

Cambridge for Consent’s College Representative Coordinator Megan Rees issued a statement, which she shared with Cherwell, stating, “Cambridge for Consent rejects the idea that the Cambridge Union Society referendum on Julian Assange is anything other than the next insult in a wearisome and historically destructive series of offences committed against survivors of rape and sexual assault.

“In even opening this issue up for discussion, the Union creates a space for those in our society who continue to silence and undervalue the voices of those, who have been victimised or attacked.

“Assange’s justification for remaining in the Ecuadorian Embassy is dubious. Disregarding the 1983 extradition treaty between Sweden and the US, which states that no one can be extradited under threat of political or espionage charges, or the death penalty, Assange asserts that his position is for fear of being snatched from Sweden and transported to the US to face charges and potential trial. This is why he has not returned to face an independent judiciary. ‘Innocent until proven guilty’ loses its ring when the accused evades any chance of being proven to be anything.”

Cambridge Union President Oliver Mosley, commenting on the Union’s decision, said, “Considering the unique nature of Mr Assange’s position…the decision has been taken to consult the entire membership of the Union around the world on the platforming of him as a speaker during Michaelmas term.”

He went on to hit out at at the reaction to the invitation and referendum, lambasting the “unfair, ridiculous over the top, and frankly insulting” press coverage surrounding the matter.

Mosley admitted that “no one ever thought” to include the Women’s Officer in discussions on hosting Assange and that she “left because she didn’t feel like her voice was heard at the Union”.

Rees added, “[The Cambridge Union] are using their position and status for the real world equivalent of click-bait, showing yet again that getting bottoms on seats (presumably mostly middle class, white, male bottoms) is more important to them than using their position to protect and amplify the voices of those who most need their help.”

Assange spoke via video-link at an Oxford Union event celebrating whistle-blowers in January 2013, attracting a protest of around 50 people.

An interview with Miroslava Duma

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‘A living matryoshka.’ ‘Polly Pocket-sized.’ ‘Street style star.’ This is how Miroslava Duma has been described in previous interviews, and understandably so. When we meet I’m unsurprised to find her Tommy Ton-ready even if just in boyfriend jeans and a white tee. She suggests that her size and street star credentials are linked: “I love experimenting with fashion – especially because I don’t look like a model so I have to find things that compliment my body.” She is petite, especially when she swaps her white t-bar heels for a pair of Converse to walk to from Worcester to Christ Church as we talk.

She wants to see and do as much as she can in the two hours she is in Oxford, and she wants to document it all too, as we walk she stops repeatedly to take photos, which turn up on her Instagram feed later that day. “Instagram is so successful because people love the visual side of things,” she tells me, “they want to share all the beautiful things they see with each other every single day, like for example I’m here today in Oxford and I’m taking these beautiful pictures and millions of people see them and share the beauty of them.” She’s right: at the time of printing 15,248 likes on a photo of Worcester gardens, 16,093 on one of her in Tom quad. I wonder why, when she has over a million Instagram followers, she didn’t just start her own personal style blog. “I never wanted to be a celebrity or a star,” she assures me, “I wanted to create and build a company.” The company she created was Buro 24/7, a fashion and lifestyle website, and she’s building it alright, expanding into emerging markets across the globe.

Duma explains the irony that although fashion is her life now (“it’s not just how I get dressed, it’s how I make my living”) she has increasingly little time to think about what she is going to wear. She juggles running the booming Buro 24/7, which now consists mostly of selling new licences, finding new partners and getting big advertising budgets, and being a wife and mother of two, her youngest not yet even nine months old. “Honestly Nasiba my business partner sees me wearing the same jacket, the same shoes, the same jeans for a month during all the trips that we’re doing and she’s like Mira, I thought you had some other stuff in your wardrobe, and I’m like Nasiba, literally no time.” She pauses. “But, you know, I still always say, I’m Russian, I love beautiful clothing and fashion!”

What it is to be Russian and interested in fashion is something that has changed dramatically over Duma’s short lifetime (she’s still just 30). She explains the cultural stagnation before the fall of the USSR in 1991 and tells me that she can understand how that happening led to Russians gaining a reputation for being, in her words, “tacky and bad taste luxury consumers.” She remembers her mother and her mother’s friends in the nineties; “they used to say if you buy something and it doesn’t have a logo it’s a waste of money.” And she shudders at the thought of other women at the time with “pink and violet hair with lots of hairspray, frightening… and these women were in government!” Things are changing now, thanks to herself, Nasiba, and a host of other beautiful and beautifully dressed Russian women. Of course she puts it down to “the media,” and not herself, her friends and the media that they themselves have created in the likes of Buro 24/7.

Buro 24/7 has enjoyed such great success precisely because Duma recognised and understood the luxury consumer market in Russia and former soviet states like Ukraine and Azabaijan, two countries that the company was quick to expand into. “These are the countries were today things are happening, where today people are actually buying,” she explains, “they’re really important for all these big brands and they are where they have big advertising budgets.” Besides she adds, “Do you think anyone was waiting for us in London or Paris or Milan?” Perhaps not in 2011 when Buro 24/7 launched in Russia, but now I think people are.

Jez Corbyn- Do We Care What He Wears?

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The shorts and socks. The slightly crumpled, not-quite-white shirts. Those his-n-hers grey shell suits (which, incidentally, I loved). I mean Jez, you’re great, but sometimes beige is not ok.

As much as the media focus, of late, has been on Jeremy Corbyn’s policies (or lack thereof), there has also been a blast of attention from the press, both left and right, vis-à-vis the new Labour leader’s wardrobe.

Barbed comments about his holey jumpers, questionable shades of oatmeal and shiny suits seem to fly from all angles. In 1984, Conservative MP Terry Dicks took offence at Corbyn’s home-made jumper. Knitted by his mother, it was, as Corbyn explained, “very comfortable and perfect for this kind of weather”. Excellent, and really all one would want a jumper to be. Last week, the Daily Mail, in an alarming display of sartorial insight, published an entire article on his £1.50 vests. And even Labour MP Simon Danczuk condemned his own leader as “too untidy, too scruffy” for the tastes of many voters. I suspect that Corbyn doesn’t give a toss. And yet, the comments clearly haven’t fallen on deaf ears.

The party leader certainly hasn’t ditched the beige – but he’s discovered an iron. He’s taken the cheap (but handy) biros out of his top pocket, donned a (rather nice-looking) jacket and trimmed his beard.  We can’t deny that the attention on his sartorial choices has been unusually plentiful for a male politician, but did we really want Jez to shake off his grandpa style? I know I didn’t. 

Theresa May’s boots – yes, awful, but so what? I bet they kept her legs warm. In a recent Vogue interview, Nicola Sturgeon was described as ‘awkward’ when questioned about her stylistic decisions- almost as if the fashion bible had expected her to leap at the opportunity to discuss her wardrobe. She’s busy. She doesn’t care. Of course, careful stylists have sculpted Corbyn and Sturgeon’s gradual transitions to more mainstream politician wear, and probably without much input from the leaders themselves- Sturgeon, for instance, “actually prefers blacks and greys”, but “(retina-melting colours) are better for television.”

For most, the socks-and-sandals approach, the Dad-esque if-it’s-not-broke-don’t-fix-it wardrobe was as much a well needed blast of fresh air as Corbyn’s politics, setting him sharply in contrast against the expensive uniform of tailored Tory suits. It was a reflection of Corbyn’s straight-talking politics, away from the well-oiled Westminster machine. It’s naïve to expect the press to ignore a rogue fashion choice when it comes to our politicians, but it’s brilliant when those decisions are as rogue as the figure they dress.

Admittedly, Corbyn hasn’t changed much. He’s just a little tidier, a little more together. Maybe he gets his jumpers from M&S now. But Jeremy, I take it back. Although you probably couldn’t care less what I think anyway, the fawn shades are really rather comforting. Have a fashion exemption- beige is ok.  

Phoebe’s Pre Drink of the Week: Vodka Watermelon

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The noble watermelon. The most flavourless member of the tropical fruit family; sweet but slighly insipid, this monstrous sphere is unremarkable in almost every situation. Try saturating it with vodka, however, and and you’ll find it suddenly becomes the centerpiece of any pre-Bridge fiesta.

A little fiddly to make, but the novely of consuming alcohol through munching fruit flesh rather than downing yet more shots is a welcome change for your shrivelled liver, and is a great ice-breaker. Prepare vodka watermelon a day in advance, by cutting a hole in the top of a watermelon, filling a funnel with vodka and allowing the alcohol to gradually permeate into the fruit.

A great way to add some variety to festivities, procrastinate from looming deadlines and get in one of your five a day. Overall the taste is a bit grim, but the idea is a high key banger. Really one for all you kids missing summer days – after all, what is more summery than a watermelon and chill?

Ready Steady Cook!

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I’m nervous. I hear the shoes I have to fill earned a bit of a cult following. I’m scared of microwaves and I’ve never eaten a ready-meal.

Luckily, Co-op’s reduced shelf delivers the goods, and I’m squinting into the instructions on the back of a £2 ‘King Prawn Bucatini’ (translate as ‘big spaghetti’). There are hurdles: are all plates microwavable? How many times should I pierce the film lid? A herby aroma fills the kitchen. After a good few burned fingers and a bit of a spillage, I’m happily plated up, a tad disappointed at the number of prawns (the packet promised 12 per cent prawn) but generally optimistic about the slow roasted tomatoes.

The sauce was wonderfully citrusy and gloriously parsley-ish, but marks should be docked for scarce and rubbery prawns. The appearance, as above, can also be described as somewhat messy; maybe I haven’t got my James Coppin tekkers on fleek yet. All in all however, couldn’t have asked for gentler dish for losing my ready meal virginity. Roll on Second Week