Sunday 17th August 2025
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Oxford Odyssey: 30 colleges in one day

We smile sheepishly as someone wishes us luck. Despite the subfusc, we are not about to make the trek to Exam Schools on this particular morning. The clue is perhaps in our choice of practical and, crucially, comfortable footwear, our rucksacks, and our conspicuous lack of carnations. In fact, we are preparing to embark on a kind of urban DofE, one that almost requires endurance levels worthy of a finalist. 

It all started in Wagamama, halfway through Hilary Term. Grabbing a napkin, we wrote a bucket list of 50 things we wanted to do in Oxford before we leave. Aware that Emily was going on her year abroad we were determined that we should make the most of our time left at Oxford together. We quickly realised that we wanted to see all of the colleges, and so the seeds of madness were sown. After all, if we wanted to see all of them, why not do that in one day… in full subfusc… with a mascot bunny also in subfusc?

The first thing to decide was the criteria by which to select the colleges – we were a little alarmed to learn that there were 44! We settled on visiting all the undergraduate colleges, starting at St Hilda’s and ending at St Hugh’s. This left us with 30 colleges… Surely this was easily walkable in a day? With the methodical determination usually reserved for finding an obscure book in the Bodleian, we chose an order, highlighted our map like in the good old days of bronze DofE and were ready to start.

Having spent half an hour in St Hilda’s, we very quickly realised that our plan of spending ten minutes looking around each college may have been a little ambitious. As Brasenostrils, we are used to getting from one side of the college to the other in no time at all. We were not going to be finished by 4pm for afternoon tea as originally planned. Part of the delay was due to the need to convince the porters at St Hilda’s of our perfectly harmless intentions. For some reason, they were worried we might look out of place and felt the need to give us visitor passes. As we got our evidence sheet signed and stamped by the porters, one of them told us merrily, “You must be mad… No wait, you can’t be mad, you study at Oxford!” And then he drew a smiley face.

Despite our college loyalty, every college impressed us. Our highlights were:

Tolkien Table, Merton College

Keble chapel

The garden in New College 

Lincoln front quad

The graveyard in Teddy Hall

 

And slightly less traditional highlights included:

The bridge in Pembroke

The Wesley Room in Lincoln

The animal carvings in Worcester Chapel

The bell tower in St Catz

The greenhouse in Corpus Christi

 

The colleges with the best wisteria were: Worcester, Teddy Hall, Univ, New College and LMH. But to our surprise, the best thing about the day was the conversations we had. The porters’ initial reactions ranged from sceptical to bemused to full-blown giggling. In Corpus Christi, having only got as far as mentioning that we were from Brasenose, we were treated to a “Pity that”. Porters appear to be the masters of repartee. Having watched us pose with a cuddly bunny in their front quads, many decided that we were the source of entertainment for the day and were happy to talk to us.

This ranged from a conversation about family history and Victorian literacy rates with a Christ Church ‘custodian’ to the social life of the Hertford cat. At Teddy Hall, we were provided with the amusing anecdote of a wild student who had returned five years later a reformed character in a smart suit, accompanied by his wife and baby. Upon seeing rowdy students outside the lodge, he turned to his wife and exclaimed, “Students these days just don’t know how to behave!” In Worcester the porter, also an electric guitarist, gleefully told us, “I’m the only person in my band without a doctorate – how tragic is that?” In St Catz, we were given an interesting insight into the lives of the porters, “We have 870 students here – it’s a nightmare when the post arrives.” We also had many conversations with students and with people who were not linked to the university. It was striking that wearing subfusc made us more approachable and gave people a reason to talk to us. 

After hunting for St Hugh’s like a drunken student on a mission to find Hassan’s after staggering out of Park End, nearly nine hours after we started, we felt proud of our achievement. We spoke to people we would never normally have spoken to, left everything behind without leaving the city, and appreciated the vastness of the university. We would like to thank all the porters we met; it was lovely to see how proud they are of their colleges. In Somerville the porter leapt out of the lodge to encourage us to explore every corner when he feared we were just seeing the front quad. In Wadham, the porters gave us a prospectus. In Lincoln, they let us see the Wesley Room. They all hunted out their best stamps or gave us their autographs with a flourish.

To end with the heartfelt words of a volunteer in Christ Church Cathedral, “No matter what happens, just remember you’re at Oxford, so you’re already superstars!”

Diary of a… Blues Swimmer

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The day begins with an alarm – normally I get through about six of them before dragging myself out of bed and throwing on some warm clothes to cycle to Iffley Road for morning training. In winter months it can be pretty cold and grim, and quite often makes me seriously consider why I got up in the first place. Gloves are essential, and if you forget and try to brave it without them, your hands may as well be icicles by the time you get there. Once, in the middle of the big January freeze, sleep-deprived and stupidly unwilling to make the trip back through College to my room, I decided to use my socks as a substitute. Needless to say, by the time I made it to Iffley, both my fingers and toes had succumbed to third-degree frostbite (or so it felt). 

While diving into a cold pool at 7am may not appeal to everyone, I actually find it quite refreshing and a good way to start the day. Warm-ups are quite short and are pretty self-explanatory, while main sets vary each day – Monday mornings are endurance, Saturdays tend to include sprints, and Tuesdays are kick sets (I avoid going on Tuesdays). After the session we stretch as a group for a bit, and then it’s a cycle back to college for a quick but enormous breakfast before lectures or work for the day. Everything that you’ve heard about swimmers’ appetites is true – I’ve had to get used to living with constant hunger. It’s always a frantic dash to get the right food into my body in that crucial digestive window thirty minutes after a training session.

Evening training is a similar story, although it’s not as cold and I’m not half-asleep at this point so the cycle there isn’t quite so horrific. 

However, this is more than made up for by the gruelling land-based HIIT (high-intensity interval training) workouts we do on poolside before the session, which involve so many core exercises that I’m often unable to sit up for a week afterwards. One that’s particularly tough is a pyramid set of planks, which involves holding the position for increasingly long lengths of time, from thirty seconds up to five minutes, and back down again. 

Following this moderate form of torture we dive in for another two-hour swimming set. The intensity and length of these sets tend to vary according to the time of year – in Michaelmas the long-term focus is preparation for the varsity match so the sets are longer and tougher, while in the immediate run-up to competitions, we ease off (taper) to allow our bodies to rest and recover. We sometimes split into groups, so that some of us can focus on sprints while others swim longer distances. 

Many of the sessions also involve some hypoxic work, which literally means “low oxygen” so involves not breathing for lengths at a time and other breath-holding exercises. However, the lifeguards aren’t so keen on these sets anymore after one of the team fainted in the middle of the pool while doing one.

Following Wednesday evening training we have team socials or crewdates, most likely located at the fine establishment of Temple Lounge and which involve upholding some swim team traditions for the youngest member of the team (Team Junior, or TJ). We then descend upon Vinnie’s as a group for a quick Pinky (a deceptively-strong cocktail) or two, before trekking to Park End to lose completely any benefits of the earlier training session. Thankfully, there’s no training on Thursday mornings…

Overall, life as a Blues swimmer is pretty similar to normal student life – the only real differences are the 10,000 calorie diets, chronically-aching limbs, a propensity to fall asleep in lectures, and the residual smell of chlorine that seems to follow us wherever we go.

The intricacies of dreaming

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Most of us rarely remember our dreams, despite the fact that we spend on average more than two hours dreaming each night. Research has shown that dreams play a vital role in our health and mental well-being, and there are some strange phenomena associated with dreaming which can also help us learn about the science of dreams. 

Over the years, many different theories have been put forward about why we dream, and what these dreams mean, but until recently we have not had the technological capabilities to test these theories. Cristina Marzano and her colleagues at the University of Rome published a paper in the Journal of Neuroscience in 2011 which measured the brainwaves of participants at different stages of sleep and recorded whether or not they remembered their dreams. Interestingly, the brain activity that was recorded looked just the same as you would expect to see for a participant retrieving and recording memories whilst he or she was awake. The same research team found that vivid, emotionally intense dreams are linked to two specific parts of the brain – one that deals with processing and remembering emotions, and one that plays a role in memory. Other recent research has backed up this connection between dreaming and emotion – it has been found that a lack of ‘dream sleep’ influences our ability to process complex emotions in our everyday lives. 

All of this research taken together leads to the theory that dreams help us to process emotions by constructing memories of them, so that while the content of our dreams may not be real, the emotions we experience in them are. Dreams help us to work through and process our emotions, particularly negative ones, showing that there is a scientific reasoning behind the advice to “sleep on it” when making an important decision. 

Most of this important dreaming occurs during REM (rapid eye movement) sleep. There are, however, four other phases of sleep, all of which are non-REM. During REM sleep we normally lose the use of our muscles and are essentially paralysed – this is so that whilst we are dreaming we don’t act out the things that we dream. Many cases of REM behaviour disorder have been recorded, in which the brain of the sufferer fails to properly immobilise the body so that these people act out their dreams, often causing harm to themselves or others. Some particularly strange cases have been recorded, in which sleepwalkers have been observed eating and even cooking during sleep, although this sleepwalking occurs during non-REM sleep and its causes are not well understood. Even more bizarre are the reported cases of ‘sexsomnia’. The research here is limited as it often relies on self-reports, but there are many cases of sufferers engaging in various sexual activities only to have no recollection of it upon waking the next day. There have been at least five controversial cases in which men have been acquitted of sexual assault charges because they claimed they were asleep during the attack. 

However, an even more common sleep disorder, sleep paralysis, is essentially the opposite of this. Sleep paralysis is the experience of being unable to move or talk, which occurs most often when someone is waking up, although it can also occur in the early stages of sleep. The paralysis can last anywhere from a few seconds to a couple of minutes. It can be a frightening experience because you are entirely conscious throughout – just unable to move. It is very common for sufferers to experience the sensation of breathlessness or something restricting their breathing. 

What makes the paralysis more frightening is that many sufferers report experiencing hallucinations at the same time – in 1999, a study reported that in 75 per cent of students who had experienced sleep paralysis, hallucinations had accompanied the experience. Particularly common is the sensation of another presence in the room, often of a supernatural or demonic kind. 

This has led to sleep paralysis finding its way into folklore – for example, in China it is known as “the ghost pressing down on you”, and in Mexico “the dead climb on top of you”. 

Despite a few rather strange and curious sleep disorders, most of which are easily treatable, sleep is undoubtedly of vital importance for mental health and well-being. If nothing else, this gives you the perfect excuse for a nap.

If you liked this, read more in Bang! magazine. 

Creaming Spires TT15 Week 6

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I’ve always liked being in control. Whether it’s essays or meticulously-organised fun, I’m used to having everything planned to my liking days in advance. I’d always assumed that this craving for control extended to my sex life. But on this particular occasion, I gave in to the experience of being dominated, and subsequently unearthed my hidden submissive sexual desires. There I sat, in my dingy, lonely Cowley flat, on a cold and depressing January evening. With my flatmates nowhere to be found, and the satisfaction of masturbation rapidly declining, I searched for fulfilment with increasing desperation. I could feel myself ebbing ever closer to an existential crisis of loneliness. 

At school, I had a brief relationship with a girl in the year below, only to find a flirty connection with a friend of her older sister (let’s call her Joan). She was headstrong and confident, in a different sexual league to my 16-year-old self, primarily because she was having sex and I definitely was not. She told me stories of throttling, spanking and threesomes. Our conversation over the subsequent five years became less intense, but remained flirtatious. Excessive Facebook stalking that January evening told me that Joan had moved into close proximity in Oxford, and I decided to try my luck for a demonstration of her self-proclaimed sexual prowess. 

We had drinks. She spoke to me with patronising disdain, as though I were 20 years her junior, rather than eight months. Indeed, several times she referred to me as a ‘little boy’. Rather than being insulted by her attitude, it stirred something inside me that I had never felt before. We joked about her flamboyant stories and my mundane ones. But it added to the sexual dynamic; I knew, even in flirtation, that I was not going to be the one calling the shots that night. What was interesting was that, despite my control freak instincts, how much I liked it. Indeed, quite against the inclinations of my libido, Joan insisted that we finish two bottles of wine before we headed into the bedroom. 

I was in for a surprise. It was not what we did, but the way we did it that surprised me. I was verbally ordered, often with physical encouragement, in every act. Joan instructed me to go down on her, and grasped my head between her legs, calling out comprehensive orders on rhythm. Panting, and thrilled by this turn of events, I was then told to lie on my back while Joan pinned my hands behind my head and completely dominated me. She ordered me to fuck her from behind, and while I did so, she inserted a finger into my bum. Out of surprise rather than pain or pleasure, I tensed up, and received a stern telling off for my pause in gyration. Still reeling from the experience, I came as per her instructions, “Not inside me, for fuck’s sake, and nowhere visible.” 

Never before had I been instructed to push my sexual boundaries in such an explicit and satisfying way. Joan opened the door to the world of BDSM for me, and I’m learning everyday about the exciting possibilities of being a submissive partner.

Double win for triathletes

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Swimming. Jumping out into the cold. Cycling. More cold. Running. Even more cold. Triathlon may seem like a sport pur­posefully designed to capture the essence of those grim October PE lessons spent slogging round a field in the rain while the substitute teacher with too much power and a waterproof coat screams at you, but some people seem to enjoy it. So much so that these last few weeks have seen the Oxford University Triathlon Team enjoy enormous success in both varsity and at the BUCS nationals.

This year’s varsity was held for the first time at Leicestershire’s Belvoir Castle, a fantastic but tough course composed of a shallow swim, a 400m transition period and a running section effectively all hill. Such difficult conditions however, according to Luke Sperry, “brought out the best” in the Oxford team. Though 34 athletes competed for Oxford in this year’s race, each team’s score is equated by adding the top three times together. The men were led by Oliver Crossley, Thomas Lewin and Charlton Bannister, winning by a very impressive 15 seconds to claim the trophy for the first time since 2003. The Oxford women’s team, which has traditionally been stronger in comparison to Cambridge, dominated the race from start to finish, a team of Sophia Saller, Imogen Kempton and Renee Haver beating their op­position by an astounding 25 minutes to round off a very successful day of racing for the entire OUTriC.

Buoyed by this performance, the club went to the BUCS nationals full of momentum, with Renee Haver (16th in the women’s category), Imogen Kempton (18th in the women’s), and Oliver Crossley (23rd in the men’s) registering some excellent finishes, especially in the dif­ficult weather conditions. All three are now lucky to gain their full blues after success at both levels, while the other three have a chance to gain their half blue colours.

Sperry was particularly proud of the strong showing from both sides of the club, comment­ing, “Though there are more men than women are competing, the phenomenal success of both teams attests to the healthy continuing growth of both male and female participa­tion.” This growth is down undeniably to the encouragement by the OUTriC committee in attracting not just sadomasochistic endur­ance athletes, but also the newcomers and those wanting to keep fit. They have developed a resolute squad across the year, ranging from ex-OUBC oarsmen to complete novices to endurance athletes.

All three men in varsity this year had never competed in the triathlon before reaching uni­versity, making use of the most the excellent facilities and coaching structure. This year saw the addition of new central performance coach Rachel Hallam who, according to a vari­ous members of the club, has been “absolutely marvellous”. Making sure both elements of the club, from the casual to the competitive, are well maintained and managed is evidently important for Sperry and his committee.

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Though the committee is in the process of handing over, Sperry is confident of the continued excellence demonstrated by this year’s fantastic results. “We would encourage anyone who is considering getting involved with a new sport,” he tells Cherwell, “whether it’s in order to compete at a high level or to try something new, to give triathlon a go.”

With this year’s excellent record, a growing team and an enthusiastic, dedicated commit­tee, it might just be enough to get people to forget those cold winter cross country runs at school and give triathlon the chance the sport deserves. Well, maybe.

Cracking season for women cricketers

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While it has been an exception­ally busy term of sport, riddled with inconsistent weather, you’d be forgiven for forgetting about any cricket currently being played in Oxford. However, as the England team have struggled in recent months, cricket fans around the University should focus their attention on the men and women of OUCC, by whom lots of top-notch cricket is being played.

OUWCC started their season early, during the purple patch of weather that was 0th Week. The Dark Blues faced an early season dress rehearsal for the varsity matches that await the team at the end of term in their first BUCS league match of the season, coin­cidentally against Cambridge.

Cambridge won the toss and elected to take to the field, whether this choice was due to their confidence in their bowling attack, their preference to have a fixed total to chase down or just to make the game last the full afternoon, I’m not sure.

Regardless, Oxford got out to a strong start with a commanding first wicket partner­ship between Ellie Bath and Sian Kelly, who between them racked up 93 runs before the first wicket fell in the 16th over. Women’s Blues captain Eleanor Ingram came in at number 3 and chalked up a solid 55*, as she helped to maintain OUWCC’s dominant start by combining with Bath, who finished 82*, to help the Dark Blues put up a seemingly unas­sailable 206-1 after their allotted 30 overs.

After a strong batting performance from Oxford, it seemed that Cambridge knew they would not be able to go toe-to-toe with their opposition. Instead, the Tabs shut up shop and paid the price for it in their innings. The Light Blues were bowled out for a meagre total of 40 runs from 28 overs, as they were wholly dismantled by Oxford’s supreme attack. Alice Quayle took 2 for 12 runs and freshers Alycia Jewes (2 for 8), Sarah Attrill (1 for 2 from 4 overs), and Immy Brown (1 for 6 from 5) also contributed enormously to lim­iting the Tabs’ total as the Dark Blues made it back home in time for dinner following a decisive victory by 146 runs.

Word of this dominance clearly spread like wildfire around their BUCS division as Nottingham Trent withdrew from BUCS en­tirely (reports that sheer terror of OUWCC forced a retreat are, as yet, unsubstanti­ated), and Leicester also forfeited their fixture.

One team that did make good on their promise to take on the Dark Blues was the MCC who came to Oxford for their annual friendly fixture in University Parks. Given the nature of the MCC squad, they were always going to bring their A-game.

This became apparent as their top order put together some strong innings as they raced out to a fast start. Sarah Attrill, how­ever, threw a spanner in the works as she put together an incisive spell of bowling, taking two wickets in two balls, leaving her on a hat-trick ball, which remained uncon­verted.

But, just as in last year’s fixture, by the end of their 50 overs, the MCC had amassed a very solid score of 268 for 7. Unfortunately, Oxford struggled in their run chase and ultimately fell to a painful defeat.

After a brief sojourn of two weeks without a game, the Blues then faced Banbury CC in another development friendly.

Again though, the female cricketers seemed to come unstuck, suffering a heart breaking four wicket loss in the final over of the match to condemn them to defeat.

Looking to June however, there is lots to get excited about in the world of OUWCC, as a whole host of bragging rights are up for grabs. On 20th June, they take on the Town in the traditional Town vs Gown showdown. In what looks set to be an impassioned occa­sion, Oxford’s strength in depth will serve them well.

However, the real showpiece events are the Twenty20 varsity at the Fenners Ground in Cambridge on 12th June (Thursday of 7th) and the One Day varsity at Lord’s on 27th June (Saturday of 9th). Both the men’s and women’s team are returning victors in these contests, looking to repeat their domination from last year.

And if the Dark Blues can replicate their early season form, and the form of previous seasons, then the Tabs should be quaking in their Light Blue boots.

Athletes salvage varsity defeat

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The annual Town vs Gown athletics match was as always an exciting affair as Oxford athletes regained some pride following a calamitous varsity. Athletics clubs from all around Oxfordshire sent their best troops to do battle with the mighty OUAC. Putting the un­expected result from the varsity match behind them, athletes from across the University put on a convincing show of prowess and deter­mination. In the men’s match, OUAC emerged victorious, while in the women’s match they suffered a very narrow defeat.

The men’s track events began with the block­buster event: the 100m. In the men’s match, OUAC Blue Hallam Dixon was beaten by the fin­est of margins in a race that was on a knife-edge until the finish.

The 100m was followed by the 400m and mile races, in which male athletes from Oxford University picked up the win with comprehen­sive performances. On the men’s side, it was clear that the Town’s morale was beginning to crumble. They mounted a brief comeback in the 110m hurdles, with the University athlete finish­ing a close second.

However, after a steward’s inquiry by the University it was revealed that the Town athlete was cheating by using lower hurdles. Oxford’s Tom McQuillin was thus awarded the win and the Town athlete awaits confirmation of his competition ban for violating IAAF regulations.

The University proceeded to clean sweep all other events as the Town’s rally was not suffi­cient to overcome the composed University ath­letes. They won the 200m, 800m and 5k races.

It was a similar story in the field. After an early surge in the javelin and discus, the Town could not maintain their momentum and proceeded to lose all the other field events.

David Kelly jumped a fine d i s t a nc e to win the long jump, whilst Harry Wood­cock reigned supreme in the shot put, winning by well over a metre.

In the women’s events, entries from the Uni­versity were more sporadic, perhaps due to fa­tigue from varsity. However, University athletes won almost every event they entered. The 100m race was dominated by OUAC’s Eniola Oyesanya, who eased to victory with a 0.5 second margin over second place. Solid performances by Ellie Hinde, Eline Helmer and Briana Hazlewood secured OUAC the victories in the 400m, the 100m hurdles and the coveted 3000m race walk respectively.

In the field, OUAC women stepped up to the mark, clean sweeping the entire field competi­tion. Christina Nick’s fantastic double in the shot and discus laid a precedent for further victories. Polly Fullerton launched herself well above any of her competitors in the high jump, while Kate Davies demonstrated why she is OUAC’s javelin extraordinaire.

Unfortunately the dominant performance in the field could not quite compensate for the deficit in the track.

The women’s match was perhaps the more exciting of the two contests because drama continued right up until the last few events. In the men’s match, the last event (the 800m won by Niki Faulkner) was a mere victory lap (x2).

The University will be hoping next year t o retain the title in the men’s match and the women will be hoping to steal the coveted title back from the grasp of the town.

For now though, OUACC looks towards a packed end of season. Next weekend, they head off for the South Eng­land Athletics Association championships at the Lee Valley athletics centre.

At the end of the month, Light and Dark Blue will join forces to take on the best of Harvard and Yale at Iffley in a Brits vs Yanks showdown. The season culminates with the UK championships in Bir­mingham on Friday 3rd July.

For now the club will hope to use the momentum from these encouraging results to push on for a fitting end to the season.

Hockey goes underwater

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Octopush is not, as commonly thought, a squid with a lisp, but one of Oxford’s niche sports. Underwater hockey, for the uninitiated, has gone from strength to strength since its introduction to Oxford in 2006, and had the honour of being mentioned in matriculation by the Vice-Chancellor. Cuppers on Saturday 30th May attracted five teams, and was hotly contested, with Lincoln emerging from the depths victorious.

Octopush teams consist of six players, with up to four subs, and substitutions are a frequent occurrence. In terms of stash, each player has a mask, snorkel, fins, water polo hat, and a short stick the size of a spatula. Apparently one of the unique selling points of the game is the ability to customise your equipment, within basic guidelines, so a defi­nite opportunity to accessorise. The aim of the game is to push a 1.2kg puck (or ‘squid’) into the opposing goal (or ‘gull’), which consists of a 3m tray at the end of the pool. The colour of the stick (or ‘pusher’) denotes the team you are on, much as the colour of the hat does in water polo.

The pitch length is typically 25m, though this can vary due to differing sizes of pool. The vital need for substitutions is due to international lengths of games being up to 33 minutes, including a three minute half time, and much of that is spent underwater holding your breath.

Thankfully for the hardy souls who braved the Cuppers competition, games were not quite that long, and they had an hour long coaching session first to practice. In the Cuppers version of the game, there were five people on each team, plus subs, and they com­peted in short games in a round robin format.

Lincoln was eventually victorious, with St Hilda’s coming second. The other three teams – St John’s, Hertford, and St Anne’s – were all tied for third. In teams where most members had never played before, it was an impressive competition, and, as the captain Eleanor Mitchell surmised, “really fun!”

Though octopush may be a niche and un­heard of sport, it is played at all levels, includ­ing at the international level, and Oxford is a force to be reckoned with.

They train twice a week in the pool, and also practice their skills on land. Apparently tuna cans make great substitute pucks, who knew? They have two teams, one of which consists of novices, who regularly compete in their own tournaments and have been victorious in several.

Most recently, the main team came ninth at the student nationals in Coventry. Sadly as yet there is no varsity match, but plans are report­edly afoot. Come on Cambridge, let’s beat you at all forms of sport.

No change at top in Summer VIIIs’ 200th year

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As the ashes settle and the wash dies down, Cherwell looks back at Summer VIIIs 2015. In some respects, VIIIs 2015 was much like any other year – a few surprises here and there, not much change at the top and comedy at the bottom, but unknown to many spectators until the final day, this year marked the 200th anniversary of bumps racing in Oxford.

That’s right, young men from Brasenose and Jesus have been chopping along the Isis ever since Napoleon was defeated at Waterloo. I feel this anniversary could have been far better publicised and celebrated in greater detail. The commemorative rowpast in authentic boats by alumni from Brasenose and Jesus was a nice touch and certainly along the right lines but apart from this individual spectacle there was nothing commemorative in the schedule or build up to the event.

Sadly 200 years on, we were unable to witness a real bumps race between Brasenose and Jesus, who started five places apart in division two. Happily both crews made progress up the river which was supplemented with the gratuitous use of #200years on twitter.

Not all crews were able to progress. Spoons were, somewhat predictably, awarded to St Catz and Worcester in men’s division one along with St John’s, St Anne’s, St Peter’s, Somerville and Magdalen 2 in the rest of the senior divisions. St Peter’s in particular must be gutted to have lost the gains they made last year with blades.

On the women’s side, the racing was somewhat closer with only two crews – Teddy Hall and Merton – receiving spoons.
Given that Teddy Hall had only entered one crew, the results suggest a clear lack of any depth within the squad. Hopefully this can be turned around next year.
In happier results, Pembroke made strong progress moving up from 4th to 2nd on the river, narrowly missing out on bumping the incumbent headship crew Wadham.

Speaking of Wadham, this crew was fairly dominant all week and responded to the challenge from Pembroke on Friday well with a more comfortable row-over to cement their title on Saturday.

The most impressive climb came from Univ who bumped every day moving up from 8th to 4th on the river – a staggering climb for VIIIs. Elsewhere New College seemed to have learned how to steer and turned that raw potential into success bumping up from 2nd in division two to 11th in division one.
New also had a good run of form on the men’s side, bumping up from 2nd in division two to 12th in division one and narrowly missed out on blades as they were unable to catch Wadham before Wadham caught Worcester on Thursday.

At the top of the river, Christ Church M1 delivered a powerful bump on Pembroke just after boathouse island on Wednesday to secure their position as 2nd on the river and from this point onwards did not face any pressure from below.

However despite this speed they were unable to catch the head of the river crew, Oriel, which consistently moved away by couple of lengths, and retained the headship comfortably. OURCs refused to confirm whether the Tortoises had set a course record but given they surpassed the time of last year’s Oriel M1, it seemed probable.

Unsurprisingly, Keble dominated at the bottom end of men’s division one racking up bumps on St Catz, Balliol, Univ and Trinity. Many had speculated whether the late return of man-machine Constantine Louloudis on Saturday could save Trinity from a bump but it was not to be.

Looking at the minor headships, Oriel retained the men’s second boat headship although Pembroke drew one step closer to trying to win it back. Next year they will start one after the other in what is sure to be a heated contest.

Despite nearly getting spoons, Wadham W2 remained head of the women’s second boats, six places ahead of Worcester W2. This is testament to Wadham’s strength in depth over the years.

Elsewhere Jesus, lost the men’s third boat headship to a commanding Wolfson M3 who also achieved blades, marking a very strong season for the graduate college. The women’s third boat headship was, somewhat comically, retained by the spoons winning St Johns W3 crew. They were only able to hold on to this title thanks to their close rivals Worcester W3 falling three places as well.

Overall, it was a Summer VIIIs which largely confirmed rather than upset expectations. 200 years after its inception, the sheer ferocity of the competition doesn’t seem to have abated.

Degrees of Stupidity – Theology

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A recent survey suggests that only 4 out of 10 people in the UK believe in God. That is, however, considerably more people than believe in the utility of studying the concept of God. Theology is one of Oxford’s oldest degrees, the first course of lectures having been given over 800 years ago. It may be the original “ology”, but it’s long past time for it to make room for something more relevant.

There has never been any disaster in human history in which an anxious crowd has gratefully parted while a strong-jawed hero marched to the rescue saying “Make way – I’m a theologian”.  Abolishing theology would avoid the inevitable awkwardness when someone tells you they are studying theology, and you spend the rest of your conversation wondering “Do they really believe this sh*t or was this the only thing they could get in for?”

No doubt it once served a useful purpose.  When the second and subsequent sons of aristocratic families who lacked the requisite martial spirit for military service were packed into the Church of England, the degree gave them the necessary intellectual patina to bamboozle their peasant parishioners and keep the tithes rolling in.

But it seems that believing in God is not even necessary for a Church career any more. The Oxford University Theology and Religion Faculty website lists “the churches” (note that inclusive plural) at the end of a very long list of possible future careers, after consultancy, the police force and accountancy. The cosmological and ontological arguments for the production of an accurate balance sheet must be something to behold, and it is not clear what value an ailing business will derive from a consultant who tells you, “You need a miracle – and I can tell you what one is”.

It might be said that there are other degrees who find themselves stranded even further up the beach by the changing tides of intellectual fashion – Classics for example. But for so long as a knowledge of Greek and Latin etymology provides a surer basis for answering botany questions on University Challenge than actually studying the subject, Classics will have it place. So it is time to say farewell to Theology, and for the last theologians to ponder their own afterlife.