Tuesday 14th October 2025
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High Hopes, Falling Leaves

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Photography: Beckie Rutherford
Model: Nina Foster
Concept and Styling: Emily Pritchard

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Shirt, Topshop. Jeans, Topshop. Marl socks, model’s own.

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Necklaces, both Freedom at Topshop.

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Kaftan, Zara

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Denim top, Front Row. Mom jeans, vintage. Heels, Primark.

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Watch, vintage Sekonda. Honeybee necklace, Pia. Faberge egg necklace, stylist’s own. All other jewellery, model’s own.

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White polo-neck, Zara. White jersey, layered underneath, Marks and Spencer. Denim pinafore, Asos. Choker, as before.

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Camel coat, Zara. Black felt fedora, Topshop. Leather slingbacks, Topshop.

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Kaftan, Zara. Jeans, J Brand. Leather slingbacks, Topshop.

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Boots, from top to bottom, Primark, Topshop, Topshop, Zara.

New frontiers: cashing in your microchips

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Moore’s Law has become a common and oft-repeated adage in the technology world: that every two years computer circuitry will halve in size and double in power. The prescience and veracity of this statement, originally made in 1975 (revised from a 1965 prediction of it doubling each year) has proved staggering, and helped encourage research and development that has plunged the world into the digital age, and revolutionised the way we access and respond to culture. Who knew that beyond measures of megahertz and kilobytes lay a different form of power – one to radically alter the landscape of culture and human experience. As a result of this, culture has seeped ever more inescapably into every day lives, finding new forms and means of distribution to saturate our existence with content, images, and brands. With these reality-altering chips pouring out of Silicon Valley, one has to wonder when this valley has become the whole world. 

The increasing affordability, portability and accessibility of these chips have revolutionised technology for the last decade, spurring a global age which has shrunk our temporal and spatial distances to almost meaningless measurements. Global society has been pushed ever further into an age of instant information that has revolutionised financial markets, the surveillance society and is now becoming powerful enough to forge new realities.

The mid-Noughties popularity of massive, multiplayer online gaming, and its apparent ability to distort all decent conceptions of sleeping and waking for those more committed denizens, was just the beginning. Nintendo’s Wii and its imitators encouraged virtual reality’s first tentative steps out of the screen and into the consumer mass market. Now hitting the market we have the head-ensconsing Google Glass project (currently being redeveloped), Oculus Rift and Playstation VR headsets. Virtual reality is going mainstream. Anyone who’s seen the demonstrations going out of gaming expo E3 for the last few years know that tangible reality is about to become seemingly plastered with art assets, villains and storytelling. But virtual reality is also becoming increasingly attractive to advertisers, with film content. A recent promotion for Reese Witherspoon vehicle Wild saw users interact with film content. And with VR capturing equipment about to burst into the prosumer market (look to the Nokia OZO), the complete branding of ‘reality’ is about to become commonplace. 

But perhaps the most seismic of changes brought about by the proliferation of increasingly shrinking silicon chips is the omnipresent collection of data. Realities that rely upon the hyperreal – online content, videos, Twitter feeds etc. – are now shaped by the fact that indispensable gadgets collect data on our whereabouts, content preferences and usage patterns. The usual sense of panicked unease at this realisation has been explored and moralised on in the paranoia of the seminal Matrix Trilogy. The mantra “If it’s free, you’re the product” is a pretty solid guide to the state of things. 

This collecting and utilisation of preferences by giant corporate networks may seem insignificant on an individual level, but it simply isn’t. Access to the young taste-making demographic is vital to marketing firm trying to push its latest meme-able monstrosity into the public’s collective conscious. Companies utilise your browsing history to target advertisements. And the likelihood of you engaging with it? Google probably has a better idea than you.

In the beginnings of the information society, there existed only a comparative handful of channels of information, its curation and policing located more obviously in political institutions and social assumptions that needed to be constantly reinforced. Curation of social and cultural experience was carried out at a higher level, at a remove from the individual. Potentially noxious yes, but it also crystallised a sense of community, common understandings and cultural touchstones. Now this is slipping. The personalisation of reality – that of both the real and the hyperreal – atomises and isolates the individual from tangible reality. 

The result? Reinforced ignorance. If we’re constantly presented with what we know, what we know we like, and most importantly what corporations think we’ll want to buy, our horizons will be shrunk by the logable click. Netflix, Youtube and Spotify wring a couple more page views out of you by suggesting media which you’ve already consumed (or which is strikingly similar formally and thematically), and therefore stripped of its cultural and mind-expanding utility. The age of information and media saturation has transformed ignorance into a choice, whilst at the same time obscuring and discouraging the individual from making the active decision to acquire wider knowledge. 

Because media-based culture now exists almost totally transnationally, prejudices are reinforced more easily between what were previously cultural hierarchies. Vertically organised groups defined by factors such as age and income now connect laterally, sealing themselves off from the media consumed by those in categories above and below them. YouTube stars, to whom being ‘unchallenging’ in all aspects is the operative mode for building a global audience of middle class teenagers, to whom the three visible walls of their bedroom is about as far as their thirst for ideas reaches. Twitter ‘stanning’ (‘stalker’ + ‘fan’) is perhaps the most obvious example of what happens when youth culture is almost entirely sealed off from wider, and perhaps wiser, cultural supervision, even as self-expression is increasingly monitored and utilised by parties who can monetize your expressed preferences. 

Does this paint a dystopian picture? That’s up for you to decide. But after recent pronunciations from Intel execs that the pace of chip development may be falling behind Moore’s Law, it seems we may have to wait a good while longer to reach the zenith (or is that nadir?) of the silicon age 

 

How Newsnight lost its teeth

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Newsnight should always be an uncomfortable experience for someone, but since Jeremy Paxman left the show last year, that someone has all too frequently been his replacement, Evan Davis. In Paxman’s era the show was gladiatorial; we watched it as much for the schadenfreude of seeing his tongue tied victims squirm as we did to be informed. There were of course critics who thought that Paxman’s aggression derailed reasoned discussion, but they were missing the point of Newsnight, a show which always will be more fraught than other debate programs no matter who presents it. Newsnight always will be the most nerve-wracking show on TV for a politician to be invited onto, because it is on every weeknight, meaning that guests can be interrogated on issues their spin doctors have had almost no time to address. Paxman was exactly the right man for this format.

The typical interviewer’s reflex action is to begin with a rather long and cushy introduction, telling the interviewee about themselves, praising their hard work and their successful career. But Paxman knew this kind of introduction wastes time and gives the interviewee the upper hand; he knew the value of concision. He began his grilling of Ed Miliband, one of the cruellest of his career, by asking the would-be Prime Minister “Is Britain full?” This question was brilliant because even though its meaning was perfectly clear, its terseness took Miliband aback, provoking his asinine response, “As in immigration?” by which time the debate was essentially lost before it had begun.

Evan Davis, by contrast, has a talent for stumbling around in search of an opening gambit for minutes before actually beginning his belated, half-hearted attack. Take his interview with Russell Brand for instance – he began it by pointing at Brand’s new book and saying: “It’s a very interesting book and there’s a lot in it and we’ve got a lot to talk about, haven’t we?” While Davis was spending too long saying nothing Brand was already cutting across him, and this was how the next fifteen painful minutes continued. What was especially shocking to any fan of Paxman’s was the bodily contact Brand made with Davis – can you imagine anyone patting Paxman’s thigh mid question?

But Davis can also hammer at a point when he wants to – it’s just unfortunate that the point rarely happens to be the right one. In his appalling interview with Stephen Fry for instance, he persisted in comparing Fry’s destructive, but only self-destructive, cocaine habit to Jimmy Savile’s monstrous crimes. Fry had the look of a high school politics teacher enduring the ramblings of the largest ego in his class.

Oscar Wilde’s definition of a gentleman – someone who is only rude when he means to be – is also an essential quality in the interviewer. There are few faster ways of destroying your public and personal credibility than accidentally insulting your interviewee, but this is what Davis managed to do about once every minute in his interview with Fry. At one point he even asked him to admit he’s not a very good actor. The result of all of which is, Newsnight is still brimming with schadenfreude, but it’s no longer the guests we’re laughing at.

Milestones: silicon implants and modern beauty

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The rise of accessible plastic surgery procedures in recent decades has fundamentally altered the landscape of human aesthetic ideals. The discovery of silicon as well as a variety of injectables such as Juvéderm and Restylane, have facilitated vital advances in a huge number of medical operations and procedures, yet at the same time created a visual media filled with bodies and faces who’ve seemingly leapt from the glass of a fun house mirror. But proceeding the ceaseless rise of the silicon implant, a name has gone forgotten in the history of this aesthetic revolution.

Esmeralda the dog, the first living recipient of a silicon implant, received her new pair of breasts in the early 1960s. Despite doctors being thrilled with the result, Esmeralda clearly wasn’t feeling her new look, as she chewed her implants out shortly afterwards. Whilst silicon implants have gone on to become the de facto choice for plumping cheeks, butts and whatever else, history unfortunately goes a little silent on what became of Esmeralda. Yet her legacy lives on. She sits at the dawn of a new era, in which that most inaccessible of privileges – beauty – became democratised, and ideas of the individual and self expression were thrown into turmoil.

Within the first few years of Esmeralda’s operation, the first implant surgery was performed on a human being. Their payment for this act of human guinea-pigging? Getting their ears pinned back too. And so as America entered the 1960s proper – the age of advertising and aspirational imagery – the human body itself became a site of materialist anxiety and “self-improvement”. The floodgates were opened, and insecurities came pouring in.

But what about its impact on culture? Silicon has fundamentally changed the way that we look at our bodies. It’s made aesthetic ideals of beauty accessible to all those with a couple of zeros in their bank accounts, but in doing so perhaps it has furthered the divide between rich and poor. In the Victorian period, where physiognomy reigned supreme, your social station was supposedly etched into your god-given features. Anyone who’s seen even a glimpse of The Real Housewives may conclude that the rich certainly do look a little different to the rest of us these days.

But the medium has also become the message. Artists have transformed their bodies into shrines, commentaries and criticism of attainable idealised forms. The club kids, socialites and performance artists have utilised their faces and bodies to drive the concept of ‘beautiful’ far out into the uncanny valley and leave it there. Their physical being itself exposes the oddity of ‘perfection’.

But silicon has also lead to outrageous, fan- tastical aesthetic forms. Instead of attempting to reproduce an idealised human form, body modifications have taken human aesthetics into the realms of make-believe. Subdermal implants place horns, spikes, bolts and bulges in the most unlikely of places, transforming the human body into a fantasy creature of nightmares. Darth Maul may have been a villain a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, but his descendants are apparently walking the earth today, devilish silicon spikes pointing skyward from beneath their scalps.

Yet perhaps what the advent of the cosmetic surgery age really has done is make explicit the true cruelty of beauty. Far from becoming an ideal available to all, aesthetic beauty has remained, and even retreated, into its typically elitist repose. It remains based on concepts of rarity and ‘naturalness’. To be seen to be trying to look ‘beautiful’ is to fail at it – just look at the reaction to any obviously surgically enhanced public figure for evidence of this. And so the dawn of cosmetic surgery has created an age of perpetual discontent. As if we are just like Esmeralda the dog, endlessly chasing her tail. 

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.