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Plant Only Recipes: a vegan student’s personal journey

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“Why did you become vegan?” “What do you even eat?” – these are the two questions I would hear every day following the creation of Plant Only Recipes, the Facebook page and brand under which I share my vegan recipes.

Until May of this year, I never gave much thought to what I was eating. I’ve always been a huge food lover but, because I was naturally slim, I tended to just eat what I wanted when I wanted, without much thought to its calorie content or the effect it had on my body. In the beginning of 2015, towards the start of my first year at Oxford, I started to struggle with energy, enthusiasm and general well being. I was diagnosed with depression and, unhappy to have to take medication, began looking at other means of treating it. Around the same time, my dad had been struggling with his diabetes and my mum was looking to lose some weight (which, by the way, was totally crazy because she’s almost 50 years old and a size 12!) With this in the background, I began looking into food, diet and nutrition. 

I watched so many documentaries; it was fascinating and addictive! My recommendations include: ‘Forks over Knives’, ‘Hungry for Change’, ‘Food, inc’ and ‘Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead.’ Documentaries like these boldly address the impact of what we are eating and the effects it has on our body. I found it shocking how far away our diet has come from anything remotely natural – think confectionary, fast food, junk food, convenience food, long life products etc. Fundamentally, in the last 50 years, science and global companies have developed western food to a point completely removed from what our bodies have evolved to digest. During the same time, the incidence of obesity, heart disease and cancers in western society has sky rocketed – see where I’m going with this? 

There is an overwhelming correlation between not only processed food but also high concentrations of meat and animal products and increased circulatory disease, cancer, heart disease, obesity and diabetes. Since I became a vegan, I have seen and heard stories of people who have reversed: 1) plaque build up in their arteries 2) diabetes and 3) obesity by adopting clean eating habits – meals packed full of nutrients, vitamins and natural products. For more information about clean eating, I recommend the Deliciously Ella blog or http://www.cleaneatingmag.com

So, over night, I decided I would become a vegan and one who would steer well clear of refined and processed goods (white bread, white pasta, white sugar, oils, crisps, biscuits etc.) In essence, I wanted to adopt more natural eating habits for personal health reasons. However, in addition to the health benefits, documentaries, like ‘Vegucated’, address the ethics behind animal slaughter and the impact it has on our environment. The welfare of animals in meat production is truly shocking: chickens are now bred for a larger meat mass which their bones cannot support. Pigs are killed by being dumped in boiling water vats. Animal feed is supplemented with antibiotics and steroids which derive from chemicals that they were never meant to absorb and that we have ended up eating in their meat! I could go on. As is well known, there are also many environmental factors which push people to becoming vegetarian or vegan: meat production has become the biggest environmental polutant in the world. 

So there you have it, these are the reasons behind my diet and the creation of Plant Only Recipes. Every recipe (unless otherwise stated) I made up myself and use only plant ingredients. In addition, they are gluten free and free of refined/processed goods – but still delicious, I promise! The idea behind it was never totally to convert people from meat and animal products, but just to show healthy, delicious and easy alternatives to them. 

I believe we would be happier people in a happier world if we adopted more balanced eating habits – say, consuming meat and animal products in one daily meal as opposed to all 3 of them, plus snacks! This would not only lower pollution, lower the cost of your shopping and lower the number of animals slaughtered, but also lower your risk of developing the world’s most fatal illnesses.  

Saying all this, my conversion to a plant only lifestyle wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows! I had no idea what to eat and underate so much that climbing the stairs became a challenge. If I thought about the meals I used to eat and take out all the meat/animal/refined products, spaghetti bolognese would essentially become a tin of chopped tomatoes and a red onion. Not what you might call fab. 

Things started to improve when I thought about food differently and discovered new ingredients – chickpeas, beans, lentils, squashes, buckwheat etc – and the creation of plant only flapjacks, cookies, brownies and cakes (my first successful recipe you’ll find below) was/is my highpoint. You can seriously eat some delicious things without heaps of butter, sugar, eggs, milk and I will prove it to you! Plus, you don’t have to worry about getting fat because it’s natural foods that your body can actually utilise instead of “store for the winter” which, in our day and age, isn’t quite the famine it used to be. Oh and against popular belief, it’s also quick, cheap and super easy! ALSO, you don’t have to worry about bacterial contamination like salmonella.

How has it helped me and those close to me? Well I have cut my anti-depressant dosage to half and feel so much better! I have so much more energy and honestly feel like I can take on the world. People have commented that I look good too; my skin is glowing and my hair is shiny. I’ve also lost some weight and become much leaner. I am nearly always in the gym by 8am and no longer feel exhausted by 8pm. In short, my body is flourishing. My dad has reduced his diabetes medication too; he’s lost weight and is seeing fitness improvements. My mum looks and feels fantastic, not least because she’s now buying size 10 skinny jeans! 

Oh, and one final word on the biggest myth around: protein deficiency. Nuts, seeds, quinoa, oats, soya, broccoli and lentils are all listed in the top 20 high protein foods. They’re all far lower in calories than meat, egg and cheese and contain no saturated fats. What’s not to love?

 

So, without further delay, my first creation: Apple & Almond Flapjacks (6 bars) 

4 tbsp Apple Purée

1 tbsp Coconut Oil

1 tbsp Almond Butter 

4 tbsp Maple Syrup 

1 mug Oats 

2/3 mug Almonds

1/3 mug Chia Seeds 

Handful of Pumpkin Seeds 

Preheat the oven to 180 degrees Celsius. Firstly, there are a few options for the apple purée: 1) shop bought, 2) homemade: blend an apple, 3) grate an apple & cook gently with a splash of water. 

Whichever way you do it, add your apple purée to a saucepan with the coconut oil, almond butter and maple syrup. Heat gently and stir into a delicious mixture. Measure out the dry ingredients into a mixing bowl and pour over the liquid. Stir well so there are no dry patches. Pour this out into a lined baking dish, firmly pack the mixture down and bake for 10-15 minutes. I always like mine soft and sticky so go for closer to the 10 minute mark but by 15 it should be browning at the edges.

These are protein & fibre heavy which is great but, for me, their main purpose is to satisfy my mid afternoon sugar craving. If I’m feeling like I want to be healthier however, I may switch out the maple syrup for mashed banana.

Enjoy!  

To find more of Natalie’s amazing plant-only recipes, visit https://www.facebook.com/plantonlyrecipes?fref=ts 

Courgette and Halloumi Frittata

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Courgette and Halloumi Fritatta

 

This yummy frittata is the perfect way to use up the last half of that bock of halloumi you opened last night – that is, if there’s any left! Halloumi has become a staple in the bourgeois British diet – and in true, appropriating, bourgeois British style, let’s toss it together with vaguely appropriate foods from the same region to suit our menus. Voila: a halloumi frittata! 

 

Ingredients (for one)

Halloumi (as much as you want – personally, I can’t get enough!)

2 or 3 eggs (treat yourself)

Finger chillis (to taste)

1 courgette

1/2 of a red pepper

1 clove garlic

Milk (optional)

Tabasco or Sriracha sauce (very optional!)

Black pepper and salt

 

Start by mixing together the eggs together with the milk, salt and black pepper – and, if you’ve chosen the spicy route, the Tabasco/Sriracha sauce. Then grate a courgette and finely chop up your red pepper and fresh chillies. Chop up your halloumi into as many slices as you want (keep ‘em big, however). Turn on your grill, so that it has pre-heated by the time you need it. Put olive oil in the frying pan and add your garlic clove whole – cook it over the heat until the outside has begun to turn light brown. Remove the garlic and chop. Put the chills, red pepper and courgette into the pan and fry on a medium heat. Add salt and black pepper and wait until the water has started boiling away. Add the egg and stir briefly to mix the ingredients together. Wait until the bottom of the egg on the pan has begun to set. Put the halloumi on top and place the pan directly under the grill. Cook for 8-10 minutes – basically until the egg has risen and the halloumi has begun to crisp. Remove from the heat (using oven gloves because the handle will be roasting!) and flip onto a plate (by which I mean, place a plate on top and the carefully turn so that the frittata falls perfectly out of the pan, onto the plate). There you have it – courgette and halloumi omelettes!

The Frank is for Turning…sort of.

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After Tape Deck Heart, Turner’s 2013 album filled with romantic loss and melancholy, his latest effort, Positive Songs for Negative People, sees an artist picking up his guitar and moving on. The autobiographical edge which his lyrics have always echoed appears to embody this whole album’s purpose with the opening tune: a simple, stripped back affair, uttering, ‘At the banks of the Thames, I resolved to start again.’

Despite this attempt at a fresh start, it is perhaps more telling than ever that Frank Turner has become, unashamedly, a stadium rock artist. His fan base – old and new – offers an exceptionally varied audience to make an album for. ‘Get Better’ combines his consistent attempt at portraying angst with a cheerful intensity appearing to be paced throughout the album. His ‘Opening Act of Spring’ caters to the mandolin, folk-loving listeners whilst we can see a nod to his punk days with ‘Out of Breath’s’ crashing drums; but even these are accompanied by the occasional piano riff, refining and making ‘neat’ what once may have stayed more raw in past creations. 

Positive Songs can therefore not be criticised for its lack of ambition. But something is missing in comparison to his early solo productions.  In one album alone, his use of knitwear, tennis and weather as elongated analogies for his struggles in love and life, seems at best earnest and at worst rather immature and lazy lyricizing. With questionable scansion but an obvious anthem track, ‘Josephine’ provides a piece that will inevitably do well in Turner’s energetic and ever crowd-participating tours, but without too much substance. 

However this is not to say that Turner has  failed in his latest attempt to invigorate audiences. His storytelling capabilities are put to fantastic use in ‘Silent Key’, telling the story of Christa McAuliffe, who lost her life when the space shuttle Challenger exploded. Its compelling tale paired with a chilling set of key changes is really worth a listen. His ability to evoke emotion, especially prominent in the personal story of ‘Song for Josh’ (about a friend’s suicide) has palpable, unanswered questions and guilt in its midst – ‘There’s a hole in my heart and my head. Why didn’t you call?’

If there’s one thing I would say about this album, it is that the deluxe version is worth it. For an extra two quid you get ten of the tracks again, but this time acoustic. As Turner has often showed, especially to his live audiences, his skill for versatility means these songs take on a completely different nature if performed differently. And perhaps it’s just the sensibilities of someone who was never taken by his Million Dead hardcore days, but this CD is really where I could appreciate his lyrical sincerity and melodic sensitivity that has been key in other albums. 

Perhaps not what people thought it would be, Positive Songs is still very much worth the audience’s time- but I’d go deluxe.

 

Beating the dopers: do whatever it takes to win

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“He’s saved his title, he’s saved his reputation!” yelled Steve Cram, as Usain Bolt crossed the line just inches in front of Justin Gatlin.

“He may have even saved his sport.”

Bolt’s victories over convicted drug-cheat Gatlin in the 100m, 200m and 4x100m events at the recent World Athletics Championship at Beijing were warmly embraced as a reprieve for athletics. Rocked by scandal in recent weeks after evidence of widespread doping was shown to The Sunday Times and the German Broadcaster ARD/WDR, athletics was in desperate need of a pick-me-up.

Yet this reprieve will prove only to be temporary; while Bolt won the battle with Gatlin, the war between dopers and doping agencies rages on. A study by the University of Tubingen in Germany suggests that as many as a third of athletes competing at the World Athletics Championships in Daegu, South Korea in 2011 had violated doping rules in the previous 12 months. The IAAF contests the study’s findings but evidence of widespread doping extends further than this one study. A BBC Panorama documentary broadcast in June reveals evidence suggesting that Alberto Salazar, one of the world’s most respected endurance coaches, has in the past violated anti-doping regulations. The issue could not be clearer: doping is still widespread in athletics.

Indeed athletics is not the only sport with a doping problem. Other endurance sports, cycling in particular, have suffered similar allegations, with newspaper headlines across the world revelling in sport’s ‘next biggest scandal.’ Lance Armstrong’s confession in 2013 all but confirmed Tyler Hamilton’s claim that around 80 per cent of the peloton were doping during the 1990s.

We must do more to stamp doping out of sport. It is undermining our trust in athletes’ achievements, crushing the hopes of young, clean athletes, and poisoning our love for sport. Lord Coe remarked at the opening ceremony for the Olympic Games in London in 2012, “There is a truth to sport, a purity, a drama, an intensity, a spirit that makes it irresistible to take part in and irresistible to watch.” It is this truth, this purity that we must preserve if we are to preserve the almost uniquely positive, joyful impact that sport can have in bringing people together to celebrate the virtue of human beings stretching themselves to the limits of their ability.

But what can be done?

Drug testing has become more sophisticated, but so have the methods of those determined to cheat. So while drug-testing agencies around the world need to continue to be reviewed and update their testing policies, a new approach is required.

Firstly, there needs to be recognition from sports authorities such as the IAAF and UCI that doping is a serious and a persistent problem in their respective sports. These institutions must work more closely both with WADA, the supra-national anti-doping agency, and with national anti-doping agencies such as UKAD and USADA. A coordinated response to the issue, in contrast to the head in the sand approach of the IAAF in recent years, for example, is absolute necessary if we are to properly hold athletes guilty of doping to account. Sporting bodies are too often afraid of damaging the reputation of their sport but it is time to stand up to those who flagrantly violate the rules.

Further coordination between national doping agencies themselves could also prove successful. When advances in testing methods are made, national doping agencies could share these advances more quickly, thus helping to ensure the highest level of testing in all countries.

Greater multi-lateral coordination and agreement is central to ensuring that more of the cheats are caught. But a more fundamental problem is that the potential upside to doping considerably outweighs the downside for many athletes. More stringent punishments for those who dope are needed in order to rebalance this equation. A ‘once and done’ policy, where athletes would automatically be handed a lifetime ban if found guilty of serious doping offences would be a much more effective deterrent.

Some, naturally, would regard this policy as unfair: punishing athletes for just one bad decision. But what is more unfair is that clean athletes simply cannot compete with those who are doping and they are being robbed of medals at major championships as a result. We must send a ‘zero tolerance’ message to dopers; life-bans for serious doping offences would be a good way to start.

Progress will be slow and hard-going but sport is very much worth fighting for. Sport drives people to work hard, to aim high and to push their bodies to the limit of human exertion. There is a romance to sport and whether you are watching it or playing it, it provokes emotions quite unlike almost anything else.

Doping undermines the integrity of these emotions and stifles the romance of sport. We must do everything that we can to stop it.

We’re Bored in the Great Outdoors

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Welcome to the English countryside: there’s one bus per day and the average resident’s age is seventy-three. We’re bored in the Great Outdoors. We turn the heads of the over-70s in their bungalows as we run around with flowers and steal into the ‘Keep Out’, ‘Flammable’ and ‘Danger of death’ signs. But we have nothing better to do than make pretty pictures; evoking styles of bygone eras that the residents should hopefully remember the first time round.

Model: Chloe Allen

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Into the ring: boxing and social mobility in cinema

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Filmmaking has a habit of fetishising that most adaptable and metamorphic of sportsperson’s bodies: the boxer’s. The promise of Southpaw is that its star Jake Gyllenhaal – who was perhaps unfairly snubbed when he didn’t get an Academy nomination for his creepy, gaunt turn in Nightcrawler last year – will now inflate his muscles and muck up his bone structure with all the prosthetic tricks, personal training and protein powder conceivably available to him; and that, in doing so, his ripped musculature, offered up for the battering, will court the prestige that his malnourished musculature sadly didn’t quite manage. 

Whether or not Southpaw ultimately does him justice, the career move is understandable: an elastic body, as seen in everyone from Matthew McConaughey to Christian Bale, is usually a shortcut to critical acclaim. And no sport is as dependent on a fluctuating silhouette as a boxer’s. 

But what’s an actor to a boxer? Well, they’re not usually close company, at least not in the sense that the average Hollywood star’s lifestyle bears any resemblance to that of the usual upcoming semi-pro. Despite the legions of notable performers who have biographied the sport and its practitioners – from Robert De Niro to Will Smith to Sylvester Stallone – boxing, with the exception of figures like Muhammad Ali and Mike Tyson, does not generally produce glamorous men (it’s nearly always men, at least as far as Hollywood is concerned; so, kudos to Clint Eastwood). It produces, well, fighters. Onscreen, that translates into a mechanism for representing the kind of man who fights: the outsider. The underclassman. The lower-class man. 

The boxing ring is cinema’s favourite arena in which to play out issues of social class as operatically as possible. And that makes sense: a boxing ring – rope-fenced, typically more square than circular, an enclaved performative space that ultimately exists for the pleasure of the audience – isn’t a far cry from a theatre. Boxing is pure melodrama, and a lot of boxing movies are not dissimilar in terms of catalyst and trajectory to the great domestic or ‘kitchen sink’ theatre of the mid-20th century. Boxing champs are never usually privileged folk taking a dip into a fun hobby which turns professional, so the implication is that you don’t box unless, circumstantially, you need to. It’s an economically-motivated, upwardly-mobile thing. It chimes with the redemptive theme that runs through reportage of every new ‘inner-city initiative’ for troubled youth. Boxers may become kings torn down by hubris, but they don’t usually start out that way. From Terry Malloy to Jake LaMotta to Ali himself, the screen’s choice of tragic hero (because there are nearly always tragic overtones in a boxing film) is usually more Miller or Osborne than Shakespeare in style. 

Southpaw’s name gives away its intentions: the title references a boxing move – leading with the left, an underdog metaphor if ever there was one. Gyllenhaal’s Hope is not rooted in the same dusty dockyard heritage as Brando’s Malloy. But he’s an orphan, an outsider to any caste system. And a movie boxer doesn’t have to be ‘working class’ to be under-class: he just has to know what it is to exist in the tensions of a social world that aspires to a bit of upward social mobility.

Yes, it’s problematic – Miguel Gomez’s antagonistic contender, Escobar, has to play the unfortunate reiteration of a stereotype which consistently frames Latin Americans as violent offenders. It does, however, also return to what’s all too familiar to the audience well versed in boxing movies: violence in the ring spills out elsewhere, social mobility’s verticality is endemic and fatal, and the boxing gym is at once the means of moving upwards and the lubricant that allows even those who’ve never been there before to slide down into the gutter.  

The perennial On the Waterfront narrative only carries you so far into understanding the real-life psycho-geography of the ring: being inside it, and being on its outskirts. If you were to go to a real scrapyard dogfight tonight, there would be no rousing string section to egg your emotions into a particular corner of the ring, no Eminem furiously training you into picking your favourite. There would likely be no humdrum gutter-raised backstory, except one sold to you through hearsay and the occasional column inch. Rooting for the real boxer in the ring is a process, sometimes, of preconceived bias —maybe you know them, maybe you’ve read their directory stats —but it is also likely to be a bias of chance. You chose your allegiances on the rush of spectator’s adrenaline. Replay any of last week’s heats, see what happens: there’s no narrative-driven rationale motivating who you root for, not really. It is brutality of the most vicious and visceral (and most intoxicating) kind, where desire to see the most circumstantially-deserving win can often be eclipsed by something much darker: by the desire to see the weakest’s blood splatter the canvas. 

In the end, the discomfort of watching an actor’s face getting pummelled to smithereens on the silver screen isn’t washed away when the credits roll. It is enhanced by it. Actors transcend the ugliness of the ring: you might see them on the Graham Norton Show tomorrow, safely redressed in their usual press-friendly handsomeness. But the real boxers live the glory differently. They wear their injuries with victor’s pride, until they’re killed or defeated by them, or they get out. And as any boxer will tell you, “getting out” is never a truly psychologically-viable option.

A boxer, it seems, stakes the world on a punch, not because there is nothing to lose but because there is everything to lose. For the actor, it is invariably the role of a lifetime: to perform a violent body is to perform life itself, and to perform it well is to remind the audience of the physical and social demands that life makes, discriminately, on human beings. It’s the stuff awards and cultural prestige are made of. It’s why, right now, Gyllenhaal has every opportunity, but the young lad in the scatty gymnasium at the end of the road may only have a tenuous 50/50 at best. After all, what’s acting if not the ultimate chance to be a contender, to be a somebody?

#nofilter- The Illusion Of Instagram

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I’m new to Instagram and Instagram’s fun. The point, I’ve found, is not to render it an extension of Facebook, and upload pictures of your dog, your gals’ night out and your Sunday roast at your nan’s. Of course, people do, and yes, even Yorkshire pudding looks better with a filter, but congealing gravy doesn’t tend to earn you a following to rival the population of an average English county.

Insta-girls (and boys), those who probably could fill Buckinghamshire with their followers, are a species unto themselves. There are those who have, to coin a phrase, banging bodies. Their feeds mainly consist of taut abs, inkwell filter to hone definition, long supple limbs and really excellent bums, always bums, in the kind of swimwear and sportswear that people like me, who work out in their dad’s old t-shirts, don’t actually own.

Then there are insta-Princesses. Mayfair filter tends to be championed, showcasing spills of angular shopping bags, swathes of tissue paper and perfect new leather accessories. The immaculate turn of linen in a plush hotel room, white china and incy-wincy courses on tasting menus, pastel macaroons and exotic beaches, Prada sunglasses perched on an expertly blended piña colada, overlooking a sun-grilled sea.

I follow people I’ve never met in real life, who could (for all I know) be bored middle aged librarians with a penchant for expensive leather goods and a knack for artsy photography. Maybe I spy ‘their’ hand, shellaced talons curling around a cocktail glass, and I imagine the glossy, wealthy twentysomething I want them to be.

I follow people I knew at high school, and I know that despite their Aspinal of London keyring and Chanel sunglasses, rounds of jewel-tinged drinks at the Alchemist’s in Leeds and impeccable toenails, they’re pulling pints at the Three Acres and still living with their mum. 

But that, to me, is quite brilliant.

Never in human society has there been a quicker, easier way of creating an alter ego. Facebook’s too personal; virtual reality is tragic; letters and diaries and books, which I suppose were the equivalent in decades now passed, are simply redundant. We don’t want to invent a whole new person any more – we want to reinvent ourselves, preferably daily, ideally with a minimum 25 likes. Instagram’s highly visual – we’re not all wordsmiths, nor painters, we can’t programme and blogging (properly) is time and effort spent. We can all take a photo (some, admittedly, better than others), choose a filter (immediate customisation!), add a caption and voila. Feedback is instant, and kind of exciting. You can guarantee your first 10 likes on Facebook. And that’s not a measure of popularity, or even the quality or content of your post. It’s your big sister, best friend, Auntie Sue, and that weird boy you met surfing last summer and feel too mean to delete. Instagram’s more impersonal, and therefore, inexepicably, provides more of an ego boost. Hashtag with a bit of savviness and complete strangers will like your photo. Not a sympathy like in sight.

And this is entirely harmless. At least, up to a point. That’s if we can accept the sexy, polished world Instagram creates as a mere illusion, all russet hues and teal skies, ragged clouds skating across perfect sunsets, verdigris on copper and toppling towers of avocado and salmon. A society painted on a soap bubble.

Girls (and it is mainly girls) follow these tight, toned humans because we want their bodies. We want the lifestyles, and possessions, of the Chelsea socialites. But we want, and so we envy. We believe, and therefore we aspire. Life on instagram is fun, but it’s the prime cuts- meticulously extracted and heedlessly edited. So filter away but let’s remember, please, that our world online is a Rembrandt still life, symbolic belongings and varnish amock. Everyone on Instagram – even those whose followings would leave you to believe they were the next Messiah – is human, and is therefore flawed, no matter how perfect their posts.

After all, everything looks better with a filter. 

Oxford students barred from Labour leadership election

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A number of left-wing Oxford students, including activists Rowan Davis and Annie Teriba, have been barred from voting in the Labour Party leadership elections.

The Labour Party leadership election is operating under a “one member one vote” system following historic rule changes last year. As part of an attempt to “let the public in”, in the words of Acting Leader Harriet Harman, members of the public have been able to affiliate themselves with Labour as “registered supporters”, costing £3, entitling them to vote in the leadership elections for which ballot papers have now been sent out. After a surge of 120,000 people registering as supporters, the Labour Party decided to vet those who had just done so to ensure that they were aligned with the values of the Labour Party.

One member of the Oxford University Labour Club asked other members on its Facebook page to report those who have “recently signed up to the party as a member, supporter or affiliate” who they believe “are not … supporter(s) of Labour”. Members were asked to email the name of registered supporters with “proof” that they do not share the values of the Labour Party, including “facebook posts, photos or messages, tweets, texts, notices of polls or any other written expression of support for a party or group other than Labour or opposed to Labour.” The post has since been deleted, but has caused considerable controversy among those students who have been barred from voting as well as amongst other members.

One of the Oxford students who has been barred, Rowan Davis, commented to Cherwell, “It is a worryingly dystopian situation when members of our Labour Club are being asked to spy on left wing students in our university, in a blatant attempt for the right wing of the Labour Party to maintain their unrepresentative balance of power. Whilst I have not always supported the actions of the Labour establishment I strongly agree with the party’s founding principles of Socialism and liberation; to be refused entry as a supporter on these grounds is a damning indictment of the Labour Party.”

Davis, Teriba, and all those who have been denied a vote had received an e-mail from the Party’s General Secretary which stated that “We have reason to believe that you do not support the aims and values of the Labour Party or that you are a supporter of an organisation opposed to the Labour Party and therefore we are rejecting your application.”

The Oxford University Labour Club could not be contacted for comment, but the Labour Party posted an update by Harriet Harman on its Facebook page on Saturday. The statement responded to allegations that the leadership election could be disrupted by rogue voters, as well as to claims that the membership is being ‘purged’ of socialists in an attempt to lessen Jeremy Corbyn’s chances of victory. Harman condemned attempts to disrupt the election as “dishonest” and “shameful”, claiming that party officials “will do what we can to ensure that people who do not support the Labour Party and who support other parties will not get a vote. And that process is being undertaken very rigorously, very robustly, but with scrupulous fairness.”

Oxford Union attempts to entice Taylor Swift to speak

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The Oxford Union on Wednesday uploaded a video of its most famous recent guest speakers edited into a rendition of Taylor Swift’s hit song ‘Shake It Off’.

The video was then tweeted to the American superstar along with the invitation “Fancy joining us in Oxford? #shakeitoff”. Swift is yet to respond to the tweet.

It has been well-received by Taylor Swift fans around the world, and features Morgan Freeman, Stephen Fry, Malala Yousafsei, Sir Ian McKellan, Piers Morgan, Sepp Blatter, Psy, A$AP Rocky and a number of other prominent recent guests.

Oxford Union President Charles Vaughan said, “We made this video to showcase some of the great speakers the Oxford Union has hosted in the past couple of years. The video took a solid week to make, so we’re glad people seem to like it!”

Swift’s busy touring schedule has been cited as her reason for not having accepted previous invitations which have been extended to her. It is yet to be seen whether the Union’s new, public strategy will pay off, but the possibility is likely to excite many members.

Lottie Ritchie, who has finished her final year of PPE at Christ Church, told Cherwell, “I can’t imagine Bridge without Taylor Swift any more, which means that my life wouldn’t be the same without her. Bringing her to the Union would give me the chance to tell her that.”

The Oxford Union’s term card for Michaelmas 2015 will be published during Freshers’ Week.

Magdalen tops Norrington while Merton plummets

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Magdalen College has risen from ninth place to come first in this year’s much anticipated Norrington Table. The top five colleges are Magdalen, New College, Wadham, Balliol, and Lincoln.

Professor David Clary, President of Magdalen, commented on his college’s academic success, stating, “Magdalen College is delighted with this year’s examination results. 45% of both women and men taking finals were awarded First Class Honours.

“This is the third time in six years that Magdalen has come top of the Norrington Table.  Special congratulations should go to our finalists, to their tutors and to the whole staff of the College who support our students so well.” 

Balliol has also risen significantly, from 20th to fourth place, as has St. Catherine’s, from 12th to sixth place. Meanwhile, Merton, which was crowned Oxford’s brainiest college in last year’s table, has plummeted to 27th place. Pembroke has retained bottom place, with St Edmund Hall, Somerville, Merton and Lady Margaret Hall joining it in the bottom five.

Sir Curtis Price, Warden of New College, told Cherwell, “We are of course pleased by our position in the provisional Norrington Table, especially considering the large number of graduates from New College this year. And it’s particularly gratifying that we have been so consistent over many years.”

Mark Griffith, New College’s senior tutor, concurred with Price’s remarks, adding, “We are in fair measure indebted this year to our physicists (7 firsts out of 7), classicists (6 out of 7) and chemists (6 out of 8) for our continued strong performance.”

This unofficial ranking of the colleges is done through a points system for the degrees undergraduate students were awarded in that year, in which a First Class Honours degree gains the college five points, with three points for an Upper Second, two for a Lower Second and none for a Third or a Pass. The total score is expressed as a percentage of the maximum possible score, which is all Finals candidates multiplied by five.

The full – provisional – list can be seen here, with the finalised version available later this year.