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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

Who’s afraid of the big, bad club?

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“Oxford, home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs and unpopular names and impossible loyalties.” Thus surmised Victorian social theorist Matthew Arnold. For Arnold, just as red is to the rose and water is to the sea, drinking clubs are to Oxford. This week, C+ investigates the clandestine world of the Oxford society scene. Whole forests have been felled for this subject, but few accounts actually capture just how pervasive these organisations are at our university. Often, these organisations are depicted as the retreat of a handful of over-privileged, public school hedonists. You’d have to be living in a pig’s head not to have heard the Ashcroft/ Oakeshott allegations concerning the Prime Minister’s time at Oxford. Is it time we recognised that these organisations are not only widespread, but enjoy membership from a substantial minority of the student body? Let’s re-evaluate the mixed bag that is club land.

We actually know relatively little about these dining societies. A January 2014 Freedom of Information Request sent to all colleges and PPHs suggested general ignorance of the behalf of many colleges towards drinking societies. Of the sixteen responses received from colleges and PPHs, all stated that from information available no disciplinary action had been taken against drinking societies or their activities. Estimates range for the total number; Tatler reckoned there were 48 back in September 2014, but in the past Cherwell has put the tally at 28. The likelihood is that the number far exceeds both estimates, most colleges boasting two or three active organisations for men and women. Onewell informed member of the Gridiron Club suggests there are at least a thousand students across the university involved in similar organisations, probably more.

But as one drinking club president told Cherwell, “Those that are reported on probably deserve the bad press they receive, but as with anything, there are numerous societies that don’t behave appallingly, but of course this isn’t newsworthy, so isn’t reported. People tend to be mainly aware of raucous, infamous men-only societies, and take this to represent drinking societies as a whole.” 

Unfortunately for these clubs, when controversy comes calling it tends to hit hard. The Abbotts, an all male, black tie establishment at the innocuous Corpus Christi, allegedly tore down LGBT flags from their JCR a year ago, whilst the Black Cygnets of St Hugh’s played with fi re in Michaelmas 2013 by planning a ‘fox hunt’ event culminating at Wahoo. Eight national and international papers picked up the story, including the Telegraph and the Huffi ngton Post

Unpopular names are characteristic of these organisations. From the Sir Henry Pelham Gentleman’s Sporting Society to the Viceroys (as in, colonial viceroys) to L’Ancien Regime at Merton. The monikers of these groups seem to have tumbled out of a tasteless Victorian novel.

Broadly, drinking clubs fall into two categories; university and college. At the university level there are three main organisations; the Bullingdon, Piers Gaveston and the Assassins. Perhaps the most infamous university dining club in the world, the Bullingdon now faces something of a membership crisis. The former headmaster of Eton is known to have personally instructed Old Etonians not to join, depriving the Buller of its most fertile recruiting ground. On the other hand Piers Gaveston, seems to be fl ourishing. Founded in 1977, much like the Merton time ceremony, it seems to have hoodwinked its way into Oxford antiquity.

Certainly the least well known of three, but undoubtedly the most fun, is the Assassins. These would-be killers are tasked with ‘murdering’ certain targets in bizarre and imaginative ways. Giant squishy fridges, rubber ducks and snuff boxes have all been accessories

But to find the ugly underbelly of Oxford dining life you have to move down to the college level. Christ Church perhaps leads the herd. They not only boast the Cardinals (see right), but also the Loder, which collectively refuses to drink out of anything but 18th-century silverware. How these people expect to survive in the real world is anyone’s guess. If shiny receptacles are not for you, House bar still hosts the ‘Beer Verge’ where members must down five pints of beer then five shots of tequila. Then again, if athletic endeavouris more your thing Christ Church’s Flowers and Fairies ties prospectivecandidates to an existing member for a drinking session. Failure to keep up brings retribution: more drinking. Anyone still slightly sober by this stage has to run laps aroundthe House’s first quad, removing a garment at each corner. For good measure there’s also the Mercurials,a club whose purpose seems to be retrieving bottles from a pond. And this is without even mentioning the Alices, Christ Church’s notoriously sophisticated women’s fine dining society.

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Go down Broad Street and you’ll find the headquarters of the Claret Club at Trinity. Not one to shy away from notoriety, the club organised a dinner last term in college with their biological (as opposed to college) fathers. This supposedly culminated with the fathers and sons heading out to PT where one generous parent allegedely placed their credit card behind the bar, and announced, like a scene from The Riot Club, “We are going to spend a fuck load of money.”

Of briefer infamy were the Penguins of Hertford. Set up in 2009, their elaborate initiation ceremonies reputedly involved swimming in the Cherwell, dancing around Oxford in the nude smeared with goose fat, and finally, eating raw squid. The Penguins truly was a home of lost causes; Hertford College swiftly shut it down. 

Celebrity involvement is never far afield either. Strip club owner Peter Stringfellow supposedly fronted the King Charles Club, an allmale drinking society now banned from St John’s; Ed Balls founded the Steamers of Keble and a photo of the former Labour MP surfaced of him in Nazi uniform whilst attending one the club’s 1987 soirées. And it is curious that in the press furore surrounding the Prime Minister and Piers Gaveston, it has yet to come to light that a certain Cameron, D. was president of the Gridiron Club in 1987 as well.

The reality is that Oxford fine dining covers an enormous spectrum of the good, the bad and the very, very ugly. Far from the retreat of a tiny student elite they remain a mainstay of the Oxford social scene. Their names may be dated, but forsaken they are not, at least yet, despite Arnold’s gloomy prediction.

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Case Study: The Gridiron Club

It’s not all bestiality, criminal damage and drug orgies

You will probably not have heard of the Gridiron Club, or even the Grid as it is more commonly called. The main reason for this is that the Grid is unlike the infamous Bullingdon or the abruptly well-known Piers Gaveston. It doesn’t make good Daily Mail headlines because it isn’t outrageous or misogynistic (beyond its all-male membership requirement, that is). Its main claim to current fame is that David Cameron was President of the club in 1987-8.The club was founded in 1884 as a beefsteak club, open to male members of the University of Oxford. Initially, membership was limited to those who had come up from public schools but that is no longer the case. Beefsteak clubs became popular in the 18th century, with the fi rst opening its doors around 1705. However, this club didn’t last long and the first successful example was The Sublime Society of Beef Steaks which was founded three decades later.

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Oxford’s Gridiron is not atypical in using the traditional meat grilling gridiron as their symbol and namesake. The beefsteak was seized upon as a motif, as it conveyed Whiggish ideas of liberty, prosperity and patriotism. Today’s Grid has its headquarters above the Pizza Express in the Golden Cross, in an elegant Grade II-listed building first recorded   in 1187.

It is a modernising society that is quick to dismiss rumours of red-trouser dress codes and misogynistic practices. The fact that the principal rumour concerned coloured trousers in itself telling; the Grid is a world far removed from pigs and drugs.

In December 2014, the society considered a motion to admit female members. The motion was supported, with 22 voting for it. However, since 13 voted against, the motion failed to pass the two-thirds majority threshold. Thus, the Grid is an example of the less offensive end of the drinking society scale, where the intention is primarily not to shock or disturb.

The Smyths fall hard on this humdrum town

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-What’s your favourite Smiths album?
 

Mine personally is Meat is Murder. I remember how overawed I was when hearing it for the first time (I bought it the week of it’s release). 

They had grown so quickly, become so muscular and varied in the space of a year. The album contains my favourite Smiths track, “Well I Wonder”.
I also adore “That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore”. For me it’s a perfect album

 
-Has Morrissey himself ever said anything about you?

Alas no. We’ve met Rourke and JOyce several times – we went to the pub with Joyce. A music journalist friend of mine (Rob Hughes, Uncut, Radio 6)

sent me a copy of The Queen Is Dead that Johnny signed with a special message to us.

 
-Have you ever covered the solo Moz stuff?

Yes, we’ve played quite a few over 12 years – they tend to be the early stuff but “Irish Blood..” and “First of The Gang” have probably featured 40/50 times 

over the course of 500+ shows we’ve played.

 
-On Friday, will you play ‘Well I Wonder’ considering The Smiths never played it themselves live as is too ‘special’
 

Yes, we’re playing the album in full. It’s a very difficult song to play live but having played it some 40 times now I hope we’ve perfected it.

 
-Are you also a vegetarian?

I don’t eat meat – I sometimes eat shell fish and a little fish for my sins. I’ve not consumed flesh in 10 years. I’ve not eaten meat in 20 of the last 30 years.

 
-Why did you choose to cover the Smiths specifically?
We formed the band back in 2003 because of our passion for The Smiths. We didn’t just want to be a tribute band – we wanted to play the music of The Smiths and recreate what is was to see and hear The Smiths live – it just happens that when you do that, the world calls you a tribute. For us that was a world of silly wigs and props – everything we felt a homage to The Smiths shouldn’t be. So we spent a year rehearsing every week to make sure that when we launched we sounded genuine – The Smiths and their fans (like us) demand nothing less. We focussed on the sound and spirit of The Smiths live. Fast forward 11 years and some 500 shows later and we see and hear ourselves now spoken of as being in the top tier of tributes globally. The years in between have seen us play throughout the UK, overseas and at major festivals such as Glastonbury. We’ve appeared on numerous TV and radio shows and many a newspaper column written. The word tribute has also developed and grown in respect in that time, coming to represent something that is not silly or trite but the best way to see and experience the music of bands no longer with us played by artists who are as passionate and dedicated to their shows as actors and actresses.

 
-What kind of Smiths merchandise/memorabilia do you own?

As I was a teenager growing up with The Smiths I have the Rough Trade original albums, singles, 12′. Various NME’s of the time, Videos, Original t-shirts and the ticket stubs from the gigs I went to (London Palladium, October 1986, Brixton Dec 12 1986)

-What song makes you feel you’re representing The Smiths in their ‘truest form’?

I can’t pin that on one song – as the gig unravels the energy and passion consumes us and when we hit that, I feel we truly evoke the spirit and joy of a Smiths gig

 
-Do you think The Smiths repackage too much?

I can understand why you pose that question. I know that in some cases the artist has little control over the re-issue of recordings, especially if a label has bought a license to recordings.

Morrissey’s material seems to appear often in different jackets, more so than The Smiths I’d say.

 
-What’s your favourite Marr riff?

What Difference Does It Make – that intro is genius

 
-What’s your favourite Smiths lyric?

“Oh Mother I can feel the soil falling over my head…”

 
-How are you received in Manchester?

Extremely well – Manchester gigs really do have something different about them. As I have said, on stage in Manchester “We’re bringing the songs home”. It does feel like that

 
-Have you read Morrissey’s autobiography? If so, what do you think of it?

I loved the first half – everything up to the forming of The Smiths. I was disappointed that he chose to say so little about The Smiths and so much about a court case that means nothing to 

most. I feel the book required an editor who could have indulged Morrissey less and shaped the book into something better balanced. It could have been so much more. For me it was 75% the book
it could have been.
When the book was published, I was featured on The News At Ten reading excerpts from it. They said they couldn’t get Morrissey and I’d do!

 
-Do you find the Smiths funny?

Very much so. There humour – his humour – is as funny as his dark side is black. I think he is the wittiest lyricist of any in the music world.

 
-Any Smiths songs you don’t like? (I hate ‘Golden Lights’!!)

I’m no fan of that song – at least they didn’t write it. I’ve struggled with Death of a disco dancer since the day the album was released. It punctuates the flow of Strangeways for me.

 
-Do you ever perform the two instrumentals – Oscillate Wildly and Money Changes Everything?

We’ve performed The Draize Train but not those two.

 
-Do you think the Smiths are still relevant?

Are they not the very reason we “speak” today. Yes, absolutely. On a human level, they’ve never stopped being relevant / never will as the themes are timeless.  Politically, with the Tories back in power, those

Thatcher formed words mean as much now as they did then
“The poor and the needy, are selfish and greedy on her terms” – they could be singing that about Cameron and Osbourne for sure. 
 
-What’s your favourite Smiths cover art?

The album sleeve for The Queen is Dead. I like the cover of What Difference re-shot with Morrissey in place of Terence Stamp. I have that single sleeve. It cost me 50p in 1984 from the Boots in Stevenage.

It’s more than doubled in value I’m told. I no longer shop in Boots as they don’t appear to like paying Tax in the UK…

 
-How long will The Smyths keep going for?

The music and words are timeless – in 200 years people will still play, admire and speak of The Smiths – if mankind lasts that long…

 
-Do you ever write your own material?

Yes – I am also an original musician and have an early 80’s new wave/electronic band called beautiful mechanica (www.beautifulmechanica.com). You can hear that here: https://soundcloud.com/beautiful-mechanica

4 years in the making, we launched this Summer with a show at the Islington Academy. This month we support 80’s acts, Toyah and Heaven 17 in Holmfirth and Manchester respectively.
I term my work in The Smyths as “musical theatre” and beautiful mechanica as “music industry”. Interestingly I’m not the only person in both an original and tribute band as Glen Gregory – the singer of Heaven 17 also performs with Bowie Tribute, Holy Holy

 
-Can you describe your average audience member?

A passionate music fan with great taste!

 
 
The Smyths are playing at the O2 tomorrow evening.

Tinie Tempah to headline Varsity Trip 2015

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Varsity Trip have announced their headline act for the final night party as the hip hop and rap star Tinie Tempah. 

Varsity is an annual Oxford and Cambridge ski trip at the end of Michaelmas Term. This year’s trip runs from 5th to 12th December, with booking opening this Friday, 16th October. 

The 26 year old artist is having a come back, with his latest single with Jess Glynn ‘Not Letting Go’ going straight to number 1 in the charts, and a new album expected out soon.