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Should the academic calendar be reorganised?

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Like a number of my contemporaries, I’m currently ill. Like a number of my contemporaries, I’m currently behind on work. Never mind, most students around the country would say, just take a few days off, get better and then catch up. Not so at Oxford.

The term begins in a whirl of extraordinary excitement, and for a few brief moments you’re too happy about being back in Oxford to worry about work. You think of all the things you are going to do this term. Then your deadlines hit you like a simile you’d be able to think of if you had any time left in the day. The next eight weeks consist of essay crisis after essay crisis, without even the promise of sleep as a respite since you have to head to Bridge once you’ve sent this off.

And sure, one might argue that after eight weeks of this madness, you’ll need a rest. But this kind of stop-start, all-go then all-stop is a disastrous one. It’s not how the world works outside Oxford, and it’s not a healthy way to conduct one’s life.

In a recent survey of students conducted by Times Higher Education, Oxford placed bottom for ‘fair workload’, a clear indicator that the students at this university are not happy with the structure of the term. The love for their subject which most Oxford students brought here is carefully and systematically eroded by a rigorous programme designed to turn a labour of love into an onerous chore. It is difficult to feel passionate about the poetry of Catullus when you’ve had to stay up all night throwing together an essay with the semblance of a structure and a vaguely coherent argument.

This brings me on nicely to my next point. Why, when most students at other universities have exams throughout their degrees, do we insist (for the most part) on having only two exam periods, and only one that counts towards our final qualification?

An argument often used is that having all your exams at the end of your final year means that you must have a comprehensive understanding by the time you leave. It is not possible for students to spend a term cramming one module, do the exam and then forget it all.

This would be OK, if our teaching was actually geared towards gaining a comprehensive understanding of the subject. However, moving so swiftly between topics (for example, a student might ‘do’ Keats in a week and then move on), it is impossible to obtain a deeper knowledge of said topic until the vacation, by which time the average student will have forgotten whatever she wrote in a caffeine-addled haze at 2am on Thursday of 5th week and, more importantly, will be too tired to do any work anyway.

For many students, the hasty revision period for prelims often consists of actually learning the damn stuff for the first time. We need more time and more teaching to understand what we are learning, and we need an exam timetable that actually relates to the way in which we study.

NO

Summer in Oxford has an unquestionably idyllic image – punting and Pimm’s, croquet and cricket, to May Day and May Balls, and walking home through cobbled streets in the early morning light in ball gowns and dinner jackets. Yet the phrase ‘Trinity Term’ doesn’t always invoke such Waugh-esque nostalgia. Unfortunately for most, it is also ‘exam term’, bringing endless revision in stuffy libraries as the sun shines outside.

This isn’t the only indication that Oxford’s academic calendar might not be the most beneficial to its students. Oxford and Cambridge follow their own traditional academic format with three terms comprising eight weeks each. This format is notable – many universities in the United States and Canada follow a semester-based calendar, with two academic sessions of around 15 weeks. Much of Europe also follows the semester system, as do several high-profile UK universities. Even amongst universities following the three term model, most institutions operate in terms of ten weeks or more.

But would Oxford be better off reorganising its academic year? I don’t think so. If the structure of three eight-week terms remained only for tradition, I would argue against its preservation. However, I genuinely believe that the format is the best for students here.

Yes, eight weeks is short and, combined with the added intensity of an Oxford degree, this makes our workload per week consistently higher than many other universities. Yes, the amount of work is stressful and, if you do any extracurricular activities at all, you are going to end up tired (at the end of last term I slept for 17 hours straight, which is a personal record). It is also the best preparation for working life, which is ruled by strict deadlines, fast turnover of projects and working hard five days a week, every horrible week, until you are a husk.

One essay every fortnight isn’t preparation for the daily grind, but desperately trying to make a deadline when you are still literally brined in gin from the night before just might be. If nothing else, the structure of our academic calendar makes it an exercise in getting shit done.

Fortunately, unlike in the real world, our workload also allows us impressively long holidays. I strongly believe that there is more work-life balance to be found in periods of truly hard work punctuated by significant periods in which to relax and pursue purely non academic pursuits than in the drudgery of a 15 week semester with a lighter workload.

This argument can also be extended into keeping exams in the summer term. All academic calendars are designed logically so that the longest recess falls over the summer months. Whilst some courses do have exams that fall in January or February, the movement of all yearly exams to this period would either require the movement of the academic year or an increase in the need to revise at least some course material over the summer months. Our current system is the one that allows the largest portion of summer to be enjoyed most fully, even if it requires some sacrifices in Trinity Term.

Lisa Wehden wins Union presidency

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Lisa Wehden has been elected President of the Oxford Union for Hilary 2015, after beating rivals Sunny Jain and Christ Frost.

Wehden, who started term as Secretary but became Treasurer following the resignation of Charles Malton, won by 82 votes with 442 first preferences.

All positions were contested. Charlie Vaughan was elected Librarian with 506 first preferences, defeating Nathan Akehurst by 182 votes; NamPhuong Dinh was elected Treasurer with 469; while Dom Merchant beat Annie Teriba to the position of Secretary by only three votes, gaining 397 first preferences.

A printing error on the ballot paper meant that some boxes on the ballot for the position of Treasurer were black and therefore difficult to mark clearly.

Total voter turnout was low, with only 1035 votes cast for the position of President, over 300 fewer than last time. The low turnout meant that there were narrow margins in the elections for Secretary’s Committee: Joe Fowles, elected eleventh, received the same number of first preference votes as runner-up John Chan.

 

Tignes announced as destination for Varsity Ski Trip 2014

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In an excellent geese-ridden launch video, the Varsity Ski Trip committee has announced that the 2014 trip will be hosted by Tignes ski resort for the second year in a row.

Sam Burnell, president of the committee, comments: “Although lots of people (myself included) like to mix it up resort-wise from year to year, we felt that Tignes still had a hell of a lot to offer. It was so successful despite having been relatively uncharted territory in 2013.”

Part of this year’s decision is owed to this resort’s high ‘snow reliability’, which the Telegraph Ski Resort Guide describes as ‘difficult to beat… the resort height of 2100m generally means good snow-cover right back to base for most of the long winter season.’ Anywhere else, points out Burnell, the snow-cover may have been too much of a “gamble”.

Previous experience in Tignes has also allowed the committee to identify areas for improvement, suggesting a slicker trip this year. Accommodation in Tignes Le Lac will be used alongside that in last year’s Tignes Val Claret, providing ample opportunity for highly-sought after accommodation upgrades. The addition of Le Lac, promises the committee, will also serve to lift the quality of all rooms as they are chosen from a wider selection of accommodation options.

“Rest assured that the change will not restrict anyone’s involvement in events and activities,” says Burnell. There will be plenty of easily accessible shuttles between the two areas for the duration of the trip. Having people already based in Le Lac will significantly improve the logistics of getting people to and from the Opening and Final night parties.

Other eagerly-awaited entertainment highlights include a fresh take on the long-standing comedy night. The hugely successful funiculaire and pool parties will also be enjoying a celebrated return, but with a sizeable increase in ticket availability in anticipation of last year’s immediate sell-out. The committee is currently grappling with the idea of hosting pool parties on two separate nights in order to accommodate as many guests as possible.

The base price for the 2014 trip is £333, including only a £4 increase on last year’s price. Burnell explains that this comparatively small rise represents a significant and very useful increase in the trip’s overall budget. Should the trip’s proposed improvements prove forthcoming, this may seem well worth it. 

Failed Novelists: the epitome of unselfconscious cool

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You’ve probably, at some point in your Oxford life, heard of the Failed Novelists Society, whether it’s through the occasional review in one of the student papers, or finding yourself signed up to their Freshers’ Fair mailing list. If you haven’t come across them before, they are an open creative writing group in Oxford. Welcoming anyone from undergraduates to tutors to townies, every Sunday at 2 o’clock, the group gather in Teddy Hall welfare room and show their work. Pieces are read and discussed, and feedback is offered.

We met with Dòmhnall Iain Dòmhnallach, their President, to find out more about a group of people who, it emerges, are completely unselfconscious and just love writing. Dòmhnall puts three small books on the table, admitting that they look hilariously self-published, but that’s just how it has to be. It’s hard to disagree, but it’s part of the charm. Two of the books are anthologies. “Every year we do an anthology, which is partly a celebration of, I’d like to say, the best writing in Oxford. We have prose, poetry, sometimes drama, everything. I think it’s the only Oxford-only creative writing anthology that takes everything.” It allows people to celebrate their work and to “see it in print in a way that you can have a party and celebrate it with your friends, because sometimes you submit to a magazine, you get the magazine in your pidge, and then that’s it”.

The group has just published a new work, The Failed Novel, a book which was produced collaboratively. We wonder about the drive behind this. “We are, of course, failed novelists, and degrees and things get in the way of writing your own full novel, so you can always say you’ve written a novel if you’ve written it with other people.”

It’s been done before by the group, in various, hilarious, ways. Once they did a ‘choose your own adventure’ type story, the “turn to page 63 as the monster attacks you” kind of thing. “I’m told,” says Dòmhnall, “that someone nearly failed their degree trying to edit that one!” Another time, they tried handing chapters on, so you would read the previous one and then write the next yourself.

How does the newest collaborative effort work? “This year we realized that the problem with writing a collaborative novel in term time is people have so much else on, so we tried to make the easiest, well, most encouraging, way of making a novel. We’ve done a sort of Arthurian quest narrative like the Holy Grail. It’s completely ridiculous, but great fun. The idea is that every character can hear a noise, but they don’t know the source of the noise, so the quest is to find the source, and you get a wonderful array of variations on that.” It does sound a lot of fun, but there is still the lingering question of how they managed to keep it a unified work. Dòmhnall explains, “The idea is that characters from some chapters will reappear in others – the books has involved a lot of talking to each other, trying to get things together. It’s not really much of a novel, in that there isn’t much of a central plot driving it – it’s the central theme and characters that unify it. The big gimmick is there’s one character who appears in every chapter who’s on his own quest in search of a yoghurt where you take the lid off and there’s no clod on the bottom of it – completely ridiculous!

This is primarily just a bit of fun!” This is what really comes across about the group: it’s a place where anyone can come, share their writing, not take themselves too seriously, and just do it for fun. “We’re quite evangelical about trying not to make it cool.” A lot of these things tend to be self-consciously hip – the Failed Novelists successfully avoid this, and in doing so actually sound incredibly cool and unselfconscious. Sometimes they have ‘juvenilia nights’ – sessions reading out their angsty teenage poetry, or awful childhood epics. Sometimes they get experimental – once a guy took Kubla Khan and entered it into Google Translate, putting it through every language until it finally came back to English. “It’s really strange – you do get this weird echo of Kubla Khan, you can tell it’s that, but it also sounds incredibly weird.”

And yet, this environment is also a great place to get real feedback on work. “Some creative writing groups in Oxford – not naming names – ask you to submit applications and things, which I just feel is almost a defence mechanism. The good thing about letting anybody turn up is complete strangers can criticize you and there’s none of that pressure which comes with being a cliquey tight-knit group of people sitting in an independent bookshop.”

The Failed Novelists sounds like a wonderfully relaxed, open place to share work and receive comments. In all, a really great idea – we’re definitely going along to the next meeting.

Houmous Girl: 8th week Trinity

Rower Lad sat alone in his room.

There was a knock at the door. Hastily, he pulled on a pair of joggers, primarily to prevent his sturdy knees from knocking together at 20,000 hertz. “Coming!” he called in the confident, booming tones of a 4-year-old schoolgirl.

As he shuffled to the door, visions flashed through his head of his previous encounters with Houmous Girl. Glimpsed from afar in the library, elaborately miming a botched vasectomy to illustrate a point about female reproductive rights to Obnoxiously Opinionated Guy. Haloed with light in the freezer section at Tesco, tucking her hair behind her ear. Turning away in sorrow from their abortive date. With a last ember of hope burning in his heart he reached out and opened the door.

“Rugby Lad.” He said. “What a pleasant surprise.” His tone dripped with sarcasm, but Rugby Lad was still mastering the finer nuances of joined-up-writing, and in no position to notice.

“You left your phone at mine last night,” said Rugby Lad, proffering a greasy Samsung to his lovelorn friend. Rower Lad took the phone with a grunt of thanks and shut the door on the date-wrecking prop forward. As he trudged back to the solace of his bed he glanced through his notifications, deleting shrill parental texts and wondering if anyone would ever favourite any of his tweets. With a broad thumb he flicked open a Tinder notification he had no interest in pursuing- and stopped.

The message was from a girl he had matched with in the hazy bygone aeons of fresher’s week. At the time, high on the lethal fumes of a UV paint party, he had given his 8th match of the week no more thought. But as he looked, he recognised those actually from-Primark vintage shorts, that seemingly-from-paradise smile, that look-how-wacky-I-am-as-well-as-basically-just-being-quite-hot fourth photo where the girl in question was pretending to dive into a bumper-size tub of…Houmous.

So how about that drink?

Rower Lad grinned as he typed out a joyous response, and his heart swiped right and right and right again.

Interview: Lucy Watson

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After only joining E4’s popular structured reality show Made in Chelsea in the fourth season of the show, Lucy Watson quickly became a firm fan favourite thanks to her withering put-downs.

She tells me it was intially a love of drama that drove her to sign up. “I studied acting when I was younger and I actually got into drama school in London. I decided to quit soon into the course, as it was very theoretical and I wanted to perform. When I was approached about Made in Chelsea, I thought about the pros and the cons, and for me at that time, there were more pros.”

After four seasons of the show, has being in a structured reality show lived up to her expectations? “I’m not really sure what I expected. It’s become a real family – we spend so much time with the crew and the team off camera, that is just feels really natural now. I was never nervous or worried, but obviously at the beginning it’s strange seeing yourself on television.”

Lucy’s time on the show has had no shortage of emotional drama. Having fi nally succumbed to the charms of fellow cast-member Jamie Laing and riding off into the sunset with him at the end of season six, viewers were stunned to discover at the beginning of this season that Laing had cheated on her only days afterwards.

Lucy recognises, however, that going through such emotional experiences in front of the cameras is par for the course on a reality TV show, “I knew that if I was going to do the show, I had to do it with integrity. I couldn’t predict what was going to happen, but my reactions to things are real. It’s hard to watch something back that’s emotional or difficult, but it’s the nature of the beast.”

What in particular has she learned about love and dating from her time on the show? “To not trust anyone? Haha. No, I think there are some valuable lessons, and that’s why the show is so popular, because it’s relatable.

“It’s really hard to walk away from someone in a relationship if they have cheated or behaved badly, because you can’t just turn off your feelings. But you have to set a standard and stick to that. If you make exceptions, you compromise your integrity. You have to know that you can do better.”

Watson pulls no punches on camera and few cast-members have been spared her no-nonsense attitude, particularly some of the more bitchy residents of Kensington and Chelsea. However, she wasn’t always so comfortable with speaking her mind.

“I was bullied when I was younger and at some point I decided to take responsibility for the way I was being made to feel. I have high standards morally and I judge other people on those. I don’t think in any given situation there is any choice other than right and wrong.

“I like to stay on the side of right, and I’ll make sure that my opinions are heard if I feel strongly about something.”

This season has also seen the shocking revelations that Alex Mytton had cheated on girlfriend and fellow cast-member Binky Felstead. Speaking from her own experience, Lucy firmly believes that cheaters don’t deserve second chances. “The relationship will never be the same and the person who cheats will fundamentally never change as they have got away with it.”

That was certainly Lucy’s approach to ex-boyfriend and resident MIC lothario Spencer Matthews, whom she ditched after discovery his infi delity. She admits that it is quite strange to work with both her exes, Spencer and Jamie.

“I would never have spoken to Spencer again had we not been on the show. It does force you to be in situations that aren’t always completely comfortable because we are both inevitably going to film together at some point.

“That being said, Spencer and I have managed to have an amicable relationship now, so I suppose it was a good thing that we had the time together on the show.”

In 2012 Matthews also appeared on The Bachelor, another reality TV show in which he had his pick of beautiful women vying for his affection. Lucy is suitably diplomatic regarding his decision to take part. “I think he was clever to take advantage of a commercial opportunity, although I’m not sure that he was necessarily realistic about fi nding ‘the one’ on a television show like that.”

Matthews is just one of the MIC cast-members to appear on another reality show, with Hugo Taylor also appearing on I’m a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here!, and it’s not a career move Watson would rule out. “I have been able to achieve so many wonderful things, and meet some amazing people, so I’d never say never.”

The pressures of parading one’s private life in front of the cameras can make real-life romance diffi cult and Lucy is not certain whether, if she were to date someone not in the cast, she would want them to appear on the show. “I’m not sure. Ultimately, if I dated someone they would be a part of my life. The show is supposed to follow my life, so for authenticity I think it would be important to cover any relationship. Although, perhaps not in the early stages. There seems to be a disappointing pattern of couples on the show!”

Creaming Spires: 8th week Trinity

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As the promise of the summer beyond Trinity beckons, to far-fl ung cities or to a City internship, the golden evenings hold more promise than ever. Exams are finished and for a few blissful weeks, Arzoo’s is fully booked almost every night.

There’s only really one ingredient for a great crewdate – an ability to embarrass, and at this tail end of the year, enough data has been gathered to ensure that no one goes unsconced for long.

There’s normally one on every crewdate. The team’s skipper. He knows the true art of throwing a penny, issues shoes with authority and aplomb, and has a lifetime ban from At Thai. He’s loud, he’s brash, he’s probably sexist, but for tonight, he’s bloody good fun. 

Now that he’s caught (dominated?) your attention, how do you end up going home with him? You can always stay quiet, but he may deem you boring and lose all interest. And I just don’t have fun trying to please some guy all night.

Or you can get caught in an overzealous sconce war with him, using embarrassment as a seduction technique. This is my preferred method. You’ll either emasculate him or he will pronounce you his ‘dream woman’ and propose on the spot. (This once happened twice on one crewdate. Big Bang has a lot to answer for…)

Slip away somewhere between the bar and Parkend, because I despise a) queuing and b) the entry fee. Go and ‘explore’ his college instead. I’ve ended up naked in lakes, run amok amongst deer, sighed on bridges, rolled across mounds…the list goes on. The sex is often outdoors, somewhere strange (be safe, kids!), but if there’s an itch that just needs to be scratched…

The worst part is normally the walk home the next morning, as articles of your clothing are often marooned deep inside fl owerbeds and strewn over paths – no one wants to be the girl who has to get dressed between the bedroom and the gate by picking up abandoned tights as you go. And somehow everything seems worse when you still have army stripes faded into your face.

Memories of 1966: How should we treat the legends?

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The memory of 1966 is flagged up every time the World Cup approaches. Images of Bobby Moore in Wembley Stadium are dredged up, the story of Geoff Hurst’s hat trick is mentioned and it is often said that that team was the finest England has ever fielded. This is undoubtedly true but it is interesting and enlightening to learn what happened to these footballers who were supposedly deified by their country.

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It is not a story one would expect. It is a well known complaint of those who lived through the golden age of football that the players in that era received such little pay. The sums received were paltry, just a little more than one would expect to receive from fairly menial labour. As a prize for winning the world cup each player received a £1000 bonus, which, after taxes, was reduced to £600. After playing their last games in the 1970s, the 1966 England team could not expect to retire comfortably. They had to continue working. Many became managers, experiencing some notable success.

While none of them complained about this, it was to be expected, there is a certain pathos in the fact that so many of the former World Cup winners were forced to sell their unique collections of sporting memorabilia. Nobby Stiles announced in 2010 that his World Cup shirt, medals and other items of memorabilia accrued over a highly successful sporting career were to be auctioned so that the former footballer could ‘leave something’ to his three sons. He still lives near the Old Trafford Stadium and accrued almost £300,000 from the sale of these items. Alan Ball had to do the same. His World Cup medal and tournament cap were auctioned to raise money for his family. Since their retirement from football these players have largely been ignored and neglected by a country, which professes to love them. Only two players received a knighthood: Geoff Hurst and Bobby Charlton. They received their KBEs almost thirty years after the final. By contrast Bradley Wiggins was granted one almost immediately in the aftermath of his successes in the 2012 Olympics.

Bobby Moore died with an OBE, the same accolade granted to Gary Barlow, and the other players, were granted MBEs in the late 1990s. The honours that are flung at current sporting successes are notably lacking for these figures. Certainly none of them have vanished entirely from the public eye. Most of the surviving players can be met at Sporting Conventions where they sign memorabilia for devoted fans. However their birthdays pass by without note, their achievements remain criminally unrecognised and it is only as another World Cup draws close that rightful attention is momentarily directed towards them.

It is a curious fact that Pele is probably more famous in England than the names of Roger Hunt, Jack Charlton, Nobby Stiles, Alan Ball, George Cohen, Martin Peters or Gordon Banks. It is therefore strange that the sun washed image of a triumphant Bobby Moore on his teammates’ shoulders is so reproduced in the run up to the World Cup. When commentators recall the ‘spirit’ of 1966 they neglect the fantastic talents, which made victory on such a spectacular scale possible.

The 1966 World Cup final has been so idealised that it seems to have lost it’s meaning and, along with that, the lessons it could teach today’s footballers. They deserve a great deal more from their country than they have received. No more of them should have to sell their medals and it should be recognised that an almost forty year wait for an MBE is an insult. They are England’s greatest players, humble yet supremely talented, and if we take as much pride in the 1966 victory as we profess to then we should offer them a great deal more appreciation than they have received since their retirement. Gary Lineker, I would say, deserves to be forgotten. These men do not. Either the players who earned England its sole, lonely star should be properly recognised, appreciated and congratulated or pundits should stop mentioning them.

Sporting Rock Stars: Maria Sharapova

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Sharapova is like a tea bag. Put her into hot water and you’ll find out how strong she is.” Judy Murray has never been famed for her similes, but to take hers to its logical conclusion, we can say with some assurance that Maria Sharapova is one strong cup of tea. It seemed apt considering she has just won the 2014 Ladies Singles French Open Title to look back on the career of this tennis goddess.

Maria described her latest victory as the “hardest” she had faced in her 13 year career. Having dispatched Simona Halep of Romania (6-4, 6-7, 6-4) she now looks on to gain her second Wimbledon title.

She was the youngest ever girl to reach the final of the Australian Open Junior tennis championships at 14, and then she burst onto the tennis scene at the tender age of 14 playing in a WTA tournament at the Pacific Life Open in 2002.

Success followed swiftly. She won her first Wimbledon title at just 17, beating Serena Williams in the 2004 final as 13th seed, being the third youngest person to win the title. That same year she won the WTA Tour Championships.

Sharapova’s start to her career was all the more impressive considering the number of strong competitors she had to encounter in the woman’s game; names like the Williams sisters, Justine Henin, Lindsay Davenport, Kim Clijsters, and Amélie Mauresmo. She by no means dominated. When she initially broke to the number 1 spot in the world it was swiftly taken back by Lindsay Davenport after just one week in October 2005.

Despite the early success, rather than im- prove with age and experience, Sharapova seemed to be on the decline. Suffering from a reoccurring shoulder problem, she failed to hold onto the number one spot for a significant amount of time, succumbing to several high profile defeats, most notably in the Wimbledon tournament of 2008, having already relinquished top ranking in the world after the French Open of that year, where she lost to no154 Alla Kurdryavtseva in the 2nd round of the tournament.

Her rotator cuff tear severely damaged her career. In 2009 she was forced to take time out to recover from surgery, and dropped out of the top 100. Since then her serve has no longer had the power it once did, and as a result she has committed a significantly higher number of double faults.

Despite this, true to form, and like the proverbially strong cup of tea that she is, Sharapova returned with aplomb in 2011. She regained her spot in the top ten with a number of important victories on the tour, and came second in both the Wimble- don and Australian Open Championships. Within a year she held both the French and Australian opens. She has now won a career grand slam, and can also include an Olympic silver medal from London 2012 on her CV. Her playing style has been the subject of much praise too. Her highly individual style includes the unconventional use of the re- verse backhand, and the Sharapova “grunt” which apparently reached 101 decibels at the 2005 Wimbledon.

With over 30 tour titles, five grand slams, and innumerable modelling contracts, she’s not just a sporting star, but a style icon too.