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Christian Louboutin Beauté Launches

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What do you think of when you hear the name Christian Louboutin? Shoes, yes, but more specifically shoes with a striking red sole. Ever wondered where the red sole came from? Surprisingly, this distinguishing feature of Louboutins was completely unplanned; unsatisfied with one of his prototypes and noticing his assistant painting her nails, he quite simply grabbed the bottle and painted the sole of the shoe. Whoever knew a simple bottle of red nail polish could be behind one of the most successful shoe brands of today?

I’m pretty sure most girls dream of owning a pair of the red soled beauties, but if the price tag sends you into a cold sweat, don’t worry – you can now own your very own ‘Rouge Louboutin’ in the form of the brand’s first ever nail polish. This debut polish is, of course, the ultimate red.

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From 14th August to 4th September there is a pop up Christian Louboutin beauty space in Selfridges, during which the brand will exclusively launch its 30 additional nail colour range. Yes, 30! The Noirs, The Nudes and The Pops each contain 10 colours so there really is something for everyone.

Just like his shoes, these polishes are mini works of art – the glass bottle was inspired by classical balustrades found in European buildings from the 17th and 18th Century. Imagine it sitting on your dressing table.

So, go on, pop into the pop up at Selfridges between now and the 4th of September. It’s one you won’t want to miss!

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Selfridges Pop Up 14th August – 4th September
30 additional colours will launch exclusively at Selfridges on 25th August
The Noirs, Nudes and Pops will launch in Christian Louboutin Boutiques on 26th August
RRP: £36 each  

Review: Dry The River – Alarms In The Heart

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★★★★☆
Four Stars

The journey of Dry The River’s second album from the studio to your ears has been a rocky one. In early 2013, it seemed as if the essence of the band might have frozen in the wilderness of Iceland where they spent some months.

However, in June 2014, they returned with ‘Gethsemane’, a mournful, beautiful, and powerfully poetic plea, filled with biblical and literary references which reflect the fierce intelligence that Dry The River have always proudly exhibited. The song has been a live staple for more than a year, along with ‘Roman Candle’, but an album just refused to form around them.

The band suffered through this creative drought, even doubting that the record would ever be released at all. Will, the violinist, jumped ship.

But eventually, Alarms In The Heart has emerged, showcasing for a second time all of Liddle’s lyrical skill and reeling off the quasi-religious, half-folk-half-heavy-rock ballads.

‘Gethsemane’ is a track of undeniable brilliance, with every line a gem of poetic genius. What other band today is producing lyrics like ‘excavating down you’d find the drowning and the drowned / And then there’s us babe’. This is a song that could be read as poetry, but the musicality should not be ignored. Dry The River execute their traditional movement from quietly crooned lyrics over softly-plucked guitar to crashing guitar chords and (if you’ve seen them live) a veritable whirlwind of sweaty hair.

The other lead single, ‘Everlasting Light’, is the song that Dry The River say represents their path out of the wilderness. Indeed it is a departure from something, but if it’s the way out of the wilderness, the band might have been better off staying there. While it’s a perfectly decent tune, with a solid chorus and a nice tune, Shallow Bed it is not.

The whole album nudges Dry The River slightly closer to a more conventional indie rock sound, where some might have hoped that they would take the opportunity to explore some of their more interesting aspects – the harmonizing beauty of a song like ‘Shaker Hymns’ had so much space in which to expand, and yet Alarms In The Heart seems like more of a constriction.

That said, it is still a solid album with some very good songs, and Liddle’s songwriting remains excellent. Plus they’re local boys. I’m still a fan.

Listen to the album over at Sound Check.

Protest? What protest?

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Thousands of people take to the streets every summer. No, this isn’t just the summer rioting phenomenon; I’m talking about popular protest. However, if you live outside of London, you might not realise the scale that popular protest movements are operating on. Namely, because of the lack of media attention that they receive.

We might naively assume that today, our widely connected world does not still rely upon the mainstream media; that what it chooses to report does not restrict our consumption of information, but it might be wise to rethink this assumption. Content by the people for the people is still not yet as powerful as ‘official’ content from news stations. The mainstream media still holds significant power over the information that we consume, even today, when we can freely access so much on the internet. The media controls which section of the unprecedentedly vast amounts of information we are exposed to catches our eye.

Will informal news through social media ever become strong enough to combat this sense of validation?

What social media does provide though, is a glimpse into topics which the mainstream media neglect to report upon in great detail. We can see the selective information supplied by the mainstream press well through its reporting, or lack of reporting, about popular protest.

We can see a dearth of information about the recent protests to draw attention to the atrocities being committed by the Israeli army. Whilst there has been minimal reporting of the protests by the BBC, reports have been vague, and figures that display the size and scale of protests have been vastly underplayed. This information is freely available online for those wishing to research, but has not been presented.  Over a hundred thousand attended the Demonstration for Gaza in late July, with ongoing protests, yet the demo went largely unnoticed by the media.

I could come up with theories as to why there were few reports on these protests. It wouldn’t be difficult to imagine the reasoning behind the lack of mainstream media reports about protests and demonstrations, but the worrying fact is that no reason should be prevailing. Protests highlight important issues, and often those overlooked or mismanaged by the administration. For there to be several cases in which these issues were underreported, especially when they have been shown to be important to a significant amount of people, smacks of censorship. It is issues like this which might have contributed to the UK ranking 33rd, falling four places since last year, in The World Press Freedom Index.

Last year’s November 5th ‘Million Mask March’ protests, influenced by the film V for Vendetta and organised by the online organisation Anonymous also went largely unreported, despite huge numbers of participants in over 400 cities worldwide. It was however fairly well covered on social media, the main medium for  participation in and organisation of the event.

June’s People’s Assembly March saw over 50,000 protesters marching against the government’s austerity policies. Again, there was very little to no mention of in the mainstream media; reports which did emerge focused upon Russell Brand’s involvement in the cause.

As we increasingly look to social media as the source of our news, it will be harder and harder to ignore the things that people are talking about. Journalists will feel a greater a responsibility  to talk about the stories that matter to people. Maybe in future we will see better reporting about protests involving tens of thousands of people on controversial issues, which might not be convenient news stories, but are stories that matter.

From Paris with love and an overdraft

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We’d already booked the flights when I started looking for accommodation in Paris. After reviewing the prices of endless hostels I had resolved to abandon the trip all together. There had been a great deal of wishful thinking on my part to imagine that a holiday in Paris was within my budget. Then came my discovery of Airbnb: a website for people to rent out lodgings. Pierre owned a studio near the centre of Paris in le Marais. He was away on a work trip for a week and was renting his studio for half the price of the cheapest hostels.

I arrived with my girlfriend late at night one evening with no idea of how to get to our destination. “I’ll give you the details when you arrive” Pierre had said. I received a number of ominous texts over the next couple hours, our liaising resembling that of a wildly suspicious transaction under the cover of night: “Walk down this street…now the next…now type x code into y door and walk through that unlit alleyway.”

I was beginning to fear for my own safety but unbeknownst to my partner I had quickly realised her potential as a human shield. Plus she was carrying the more expensive phone which I thought stood in my favour. Comforted somewhat I continued to follow Pierre’s instructions. When we arrived he told us he’d hidden the key in one of the plant pots in an unlit courtyard. This wasn’t immediately apparent, however.

Since Pierre’s English left a lot to be desired and I’d failed to scrape a pass in GCSE French, establishing the keys whereabouts proved challenging. “It’s in the Ert”, Pierre sighed over the phone. I quickly established the absence of a yurt and told him he was deeply mistaken. A bewildering exchange and half an hour of digging later, we found the key under a foot of earth. I fell asleep to dreams of receptions, check-ins, key cards, hotel staff and elevators that night.

I was well aware that Pierre’s photographs would be misleading. You don’t need to be an accomplished salesperson to recognise the importance of being economical with the truth. But in this case the circumvention took the form of a toilet-cum-kitchenette. To best illustrate this unconventional pairing: you could very easily fry an omelet whilst taking a shit.

Yes, the hobs were quite literally at arms length from the toilet with an adjacent sink posing simultaneously as a place to wash your hands and dishes. While I appreciate the efficiency of this set up, for a romantic get-away there was something particularly unsavoury about the studio layout. Though the photographs were careful to evade highlighting the proximity with which you’d be cooking and relieving yourself, to Pierre’s credit the utilities section on his profile did read ‘Toilet:0.5’.

Naturally I understood this as an unfortunate typo. To make matters worse the bedroom-cum-dining room and toilet kitchen were separated by a flimsy curtain. This lack of sound proofing provided all the more incentive to spontaneously make solitary excursions down the 7 flights of stairs and out onto Rue Portfoin. Here a sullen waiter would begrudgingly point in the vague direction of the nearest loo in the knowledge that you wouldn’t understand a word of their response to your half hearted “Ou est le toilette”.

It was my idea to go to Paris. A friend of mine was living there for most of the summer on 180 euros and was doing “just fine”. I was convinced that my girlfriend and I could afford a measly 4 nights. I fell victim to mendacity for a second time when I found my friend in Paris utterly destitute. I should have known that Tom would be dwelling in a rouge Parisian’s attic living off multipacks of ‘le pain’ (curiously enough there is a breed of French bread which directly translates into ‘the bread’. Miraculously, this doesn’t appear to confuse bakery staff).

We met him a couple of metro stations along the central line for a drink and invited him back to ours. “It’s quicker back on the metro”; “I couldn’t possibly, the metro costs 1.70 and I have 4 euros to last me until Thursday”, he cried in a bout of maudlin self pity. “I’ll walk to yours!” He pronounced, ran his hands through his immaculate 1980s mop, lit his cigarette and pretentiously swaggered off in the general direction of Le Republique. Tom proceeded to get steadily tipsy off a carton of fermenting wine whilst regaling us of tales of his impoverished and solitary life in Paris, reading Voltaire, chain smoking, ‘le pain’ and the time when he was accosted by a man looking for a “PA” and narrowly missed starting a career as an escort.

That was my rather long-winded way of letting you know that Paris is bloody expensive. And when cooking your own meals involves manoeuvring around a toilet, you’re more disinclined to avoid eating out. Essentially, if you’re a student looking for a romantic weekend away in Paris, I hope you landed that nicely paid summer internship. I certainly didn’t.

10 things that happen in your first week at Oxford

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You arrive at college with a lot of enthusiasm.

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You learn loads of new lingo, like ‘MatricuLASH’ and ‘LolaLASH’.

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You join LawSoc, despite having no interest in law.

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You meet this guy:

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You are absolutely astounded at how much it costs to join the Oxford Union (but you do anyway). 

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You get given your first piece of work and realise that everyone who said uni was a breeze after A-Levels was LYING.

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You wear heels once, then swiftly decide to go clubbing in Converse.

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Tears, drinks and bodily fluids aplenty are spilled on the Park End cheese floor, something you will continue to see for the next three years.

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You meet the people who were a bit too keen on the Fresher/Offer Holder pages.

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You go to freshers’ fair and have to make the cripplingly hard decision of which student publication to join (and you choose Cherwell, obviously).

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Merton top 2013/14 Norrington Table

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The University has released its yearly list of degree classifications revealing the performances of each college, with Merton topping the list for the first time since 2011.

34 Merton students received first class degrees, while 43 students were awarded a 2.1 as the college jumped three places from fourth.

St John’s climbed a place into second, Worcester jumped from eleventh to third, while last year’s top achievers New slipped to fourth place.

Wadham were the high climbers this year, jumping from 19th to fifth place, while Exeter jumped 13 places from 28th to 15th. Out of the PPHs, St Benet’s have taken top spot from Ripon College, Cuddesdon.

The Norrington score has caused controversy ever since it was developed by Sir Arthur Norrington, a former University Vice-Chancellor, in the 1960s to provide a way of measuring the performance of students at each college in finals.

As the University website stipulates, “The Norrington score is calculated by attaching a score of 5 to a 1st class degree, 3 to a 2:1 degree, 2 to a 2:2 degree, 1 to a 3rd class degree and 0 to a pass, Honours Pass and Unclassified Honours. The percentage expressed is calculated by dividing the total college score by the total possible score the college could attain.”

Delighted with the year’s academic performance, Merton’s Senior Tutor Dr Catherine Paxton told Cherwell, “it is always wonderful to top the Norrington Table but this achievement is particularly special in our 750th anniversary year. 

“This outcome reflects both the dedication of the tutors and undergraduates and the College’s commitment to providing an environment in which our students can fulfil their academic potential.”

Somewhat surprised by his college’s high performance, Merton’s Jeremy Ogunleye admitted, “I will say that I noticed work load and expectations went up drastically. I’d assume college staff will be extremely delighted with the news and probably relieved.”

However, he also told Cherwell, “No, I’m not particularly proud of it as it reinforces a reputation that members of the college aren’t proud of. It’s all mad.”

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Also not particularly proud of their position were bottom place college Pembroke, who recorded only 17 first class degrees from 102 students.

A college representative told Cherwell that, “While Norrington scores are subject to substantial fluctuation, we do find our result this year disappointing.  However, some of our students obtained excellent individual results, including the top first in the University in History and English. 

“Pembroke has an ambitious and active community, and has invested heavily in recent years in teaching provision and facilities, as well as developing an outstanding access scheme.  We expect improvement in academic performance will follow – these are long-term initiatives which will take several years to have a demonstrable impact on admissions and progression.”

Pembroke can also find consolation in the fact that even the University itself has been quick to stress that, “since the numbers of degrees awarded per college are small, the rankings should be treated with caution.”

Oxford the second-most expensive university for freshers?

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In a recently published study of twenty major British universities by HSBC Oxford came out as second most expensive. According to the data Oxford has a weekly cost of £273, narrowly behind UCL and Imperial’s first-place £283 but far ahead of Cambridge’s £220.

Multiplying by 52 to transform this into annual terms, it would seem to suggest an annual cost of living of over £14,000. The University currently estimates that the cost of living for a student in 2014/5 will be between £8,000 and £12,000. From personal experience even this may be too high. The problem is with how the HSBC figures were calculated.

Take the ‘travel pass’. Probably influenced by London universities, where students often have to live away from central London and thus commute daily, HSBC added the cost of a ‘weekly travel pass’ to its calculations. For Oxford this is £16 a week. However, this cost is largely irrelevant for most; the majority of Oxford students are able to walk or cycle to any place in the city. Even St Hugh’s isn’t more than a 30 minute walk away.

Also included is the cost of ‘study essentials.’ Again, this may be redundant when it comes to Oxford. As a historian I have a weekly reading list of about a dozen books yet I have never had to buy a single one of them; the Bodleian Library holds eleven million of them. Even if I did, my college, like most others, provides a generous grant for purchasing academic material.

Most importantly however is the fact that this data was calculated as a weekly cost, not an annual one. Oxford terms are significantly shorter than elsewhere, and even with an extra week for Prelims (exams taken at the end of the first year) students won’t generally spend more than 30 weeks a year in the city. For instance unlike private accommodation in many other universities, in Oxford you only pay rent during term time.

If we reduce the weekly cost to £250 (minus 16 for the travel pass and another 7 for study essentials), then multiply it by 30 weeks we get £7,500 a year. This seems to be significantly closer to the truth than the other calculations.

I spent around £7,000 this year while studying at Oxford, which includes unexpected trips to both Albania and Poland. If I hadn’t paid for that, and also had either the skill or the motivation to cook for myself, I could easily have done it for less than £6,000.

Neither can we forget grants. While many grants are available to all EU students regardless of the university, some are funded directly by Oxford. For instance the ‘Oxford bursary’ pays up to £4,000 in the first year.

So my advice to all potential freshers thinking of applying to Oxford is simple: don’t panic about the cost. Combining adequate budgeting with grants will get you through. Concentrate instead on choosing a degree you’ll enjoy.

Fashion’s magical flight into Autumn/Winter

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With summer over as measured by degrees Celsius, it is time for our pedicured toes and tanned legs to retreat to boots and opaque black tights, and to pull out our coats and knitwear from the wardrobe – only this season in fashion, the winter wardrobe has become a magical portal to a Narnia-like land.

A departure from practical and more earthly tailored dressing is a somewhat unexpected turn of events in the narrative of Autumn/Winter minimalism and androgynous style that rejects the razzmatazz of fashion, leaving the fairytale frocks to haute couture. 

Alexander McQueen’s creative director Sarah Burton conjured up a spellbinding collection which managed to draw on lots of different fairytale elements and tap into the distinctly dark and otherworldly McQueen DNA – seen best in the feathered gowns and bird-wing headpieces from his 2006 A/W show, which ended with a touch of techno-magic in the form of a Kate Moss hologram.

This year’s show had a more mythical, almost Tolkien feel, with forest land strewn across the catwalk and Game of Thrones inspired hairstyles. Burton’s dark hooded furs combined the innocence of Little Red Riding Hood with the big, bad wolf, whilst the sprinkling of lighter, folkish white dresses embroidered with stars and moons, harmonized the earthly with the intergalactic- a thread also running through the collections of JW Anderson, Matthew Williamson and Stella McCartney, whose star-patterned platform brogues elevated the models into the stratosphere.

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Over in “Enchanted Sicily”, Dolce & Gabbana’s Autumn/Winter show recreated the world of the Brothers Grimm, featuring Cinderella-esque slippers as well as yet more hooded furs and capes. Joining Little Red Riding Hood were a whole host of other characters, all parading to the soundtrack of ‘The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy’ and ‘The Nutcracker’ – from the small felt owls and other woodland creatures appliquéd on the capes to the models in jewel-encrusted gauntlets and open visored headwear, who gallantly strode down the catwalk like fairytale heroines, unlocking imaginary castles with the gold and silver key-print dresses.  

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Fashion house Valentino also appeared to have fallen under the fairies’ spell, seen with magical lace-edged gowns decorated with birds, lions, flamingos and unicorns, which were woven in with the more fundamental wardrobe pieces comprising of structured coats and block colour shift dresses. This demonstrates how minimalist trends can be woven into this latest fantastical vogue, rooting the vision in a wearable, and ultimately saleable form.

The Fall collection for Valentino’s sister label, Red Valentino, was inspired specifically by the Disney tale of Snow White, and featured red bows, tote bags stamped with the disney princess’s visage and whimsical clutch bags reading “Once Upon a Time” and “The Fairest of Them All” – printed on metallic leather like a modern magic mirror.

But what has prompted all these designers to take a leaf out of the Grimm Brothers’ tales is mystifyingly unexplained in a fashion climate seemingly monopolised by minimalist style – from Celine’s sleek signature look to high street brand COS’s cult of women in uniformly pared-down, androgynous outfits.

It seems that despite the growing market for unisex wear and gender-neutral fashion, and the ‘Normcore’ movement (responsible for rebranding Mark Zuckerberg as a fashion icon), fashion remains for designers like the late McQueen and now his successor Sarah Burton, “a form of escapism”.  

Having had my childhood fairy wings pulled down to earth only by the practicalities of daily life, this new whimsical direction has given me the fashion imperative to reopen the dressing up box and dust off my own collection of princess dresses. If they say dress for the job you want, not the job you have, then these latest collections say dress for the life you want, and the ‘happy ever after’ you’re after.

Oxford’s literary ghosts

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When you study at Oxford, it’s impossible not to think of the generations of Oxonians who trod the cobbled streets and beheld the dreaming spires before you.  But what of our fictional friends? Let’s take a look at the well-known literary characters who had their own Oxford experiences.

Charles Ryder and Sebastian Flyte in Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

Seemingly the only chapter for which this (actually rather long) novel is remembered, Et in Arcadio Ego narrates Charles and Sebastian’s carefree days at Hertford and Christ Church. Bullingdon Club escapades, a daily glass of champagne and very little essay writing characterise these two dandies’ Oxford experience…until real life kicks in.

John Kemp in Jill by Philip Larkin

Less of a rose-tinted idyll than the Oxford of Brideshead, the university town of this novel is a battlefield, metaphorically and literally (it’s set during WWII). Kemp, from a deprived background in Lancashire is thrown into a world of privilege, social awkwardness and thwarted love. Larkin himself wrote the novel during his time at Oxford so his own university experience informed that of his literary counterpart. Layered.

Jude Fawley in Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy

We have all been through the trials of trying to secure that coveted place at Oxford. But chances are none of us had it as bad as the protagonist of Hardy’s tragic novel. The attempts of Jude, a working-class stonemason, to become a scholar at Christminster, an alias for Oxford, are perpetually unfulfilled. They are also the mere backdrop to his other woes, including incest, religious guilt, infanticide and suicide.

Zuleika Dobson in Zuleika Dobson by Max Beerbohm

Beerbohm’s Edwardian satire may share suicide with Jude the Obscure, but that’s where their similarities end. The ravishing good looks of its eponymous heroine win her a place at the all-male Oxford. All the undergraduates become completely besotted with the femme fatale, even though some of them haven’t actually met her, and decide to throw themselves into the River Isis to prove their love. The Oxford dons fail to notice the mass apocalypse of their students, but Zuleika is off…to Cambridge.

Harriet Vane in Gaudy Night by Dorothy L. Sayers

The politics of academic life come to play in Dorothy L. Sayers’ murder-mystery-without-a-murder. Harriet Vane comes back to her alma mater of Shrewsbury College (a fictionalized version of Somerville) to discover a budding College scandal, replete with poison pen letters, death threats and vandalism and does everything she can to stop it erupting, with the help of Lord Peter Wimsey himself. Not only this it tense psychological thriller and touching love story, but a proto-feminist philosophical novel. Nevertheless, the over-arching moral of the novel seems to be: don’t trust the college staff.

Hilton Soames in Sherlock Holmes: The Adventure of Three Students by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Lord Peter Wimsey isn’t the only detective to uncover the filthy undercurrents of Oxford academic life. Everyone’s favourite sleuth, Sherlock, is summoned by an Oxford tutor/lecturer to investigate which of his three students has gained access to his study in order to get a sneaky peak at the exam paper they are all due to sit the following day: the hard-working athlete, the reticent hermit or the talented waster. It may not be the most riveting and action-packed of Sherlock Holmes’ cases, but it’s an interesting character study of Oxford undergrads.

The nameless narrator in The Oxford Murders by Guillermo Martínez

As you may be able to guess, this novel involves murders in Oxford. The only way that the narrator, an Oxford grad student, can solve the mysterious series of murders is through mathematics. He, and professor of logic, Arthur Seldom, use their knowledge of Wittgenstein’s Finite Rule Paradox to crack the murderer’ cryptic symbols and clues. It’s also pretty meta, not only being a murder mystery but also discussing murder mysteries as a genre – that, in itself, is pretty Oxford.   

 

6 ways to get involved in sport at Oxford

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Whether you’re an incoming fresher determined to break into the Blues squads or a finalist determined that this year will be the one where you finally use those trainers that have been sitting in the back of your cupboard since your last P.E. lesson at school, getting into sport at university can seem a little intimidating. Luckily for you, Cherwell has put together a handy guide; here is how to enter Oxford’s sporting elite in 6 easy (if potentially a little tiring) steps…

1)      Do your research

If you already compete in a particular sport or know you would like to try a particular one, most clubs have websites or Facebook pages you can look at to find out more about them and contact existing members. Or you can use http://www.sport.ox.ac.uk to browse the many sports clubs so you can show off your knowledge at the Freshers’ Fair when you are the only person to know what Octopush is.

2)      Attend pre-season training

Anyone who is serious about participating in Blues sport should consider attending one of the pre-season training camps run by many of the clubs, including hockey and netball. These are a great way to meet the teams and show off your skills away from the chaos of trials during freshers’ week.

3)      Get your Freshers’ Fair tactics right

Most people do one of two things at the Freshers’ Fair: sign up for every single sports club in sight or run round the sports section faster than Roger Bannister at Iffley Road. Whichever of these approaches choose, you may regret it later on. Instead, you could actually talk to some of the people on the stands, and sign up for a few things that there is a genuine chance you might go to. Remember that these people don’t want to waste their time adding names to their mailing list for no reason, so if it sounds dull then move on to the next stand. After all, there are at least 10 more to get through just in the martial arts section.

4)      Turn up

Possibly the most daring of all these suggestions, particularly if you are a sporting rookie or a fresher who ignored number 3 and signed up for Korfball just so you didn’t have to listen to the entire rulebook being explained, but how about going along to something you signed up for and actually doing some sport? I know this is a bit radical but it might actually be fun and a great way to either bond with some existing friends by dragging them along as well or making some new ones. Many clubs run free taster sessions in the first few weeks of term so if you’re unsure then do have a go because you may discover an unknown talent for a new sport. If this sounds like too much effort, lots of clubs also hold informal drinks evenings, so you can go along and hang out with Oxford’s sporting elite even if you don’t want to train with them.

5)      Memberships

If you decide that sport is your thing then eventually you will have to pay some membership fees. These vary from club to club but if you are relatively talented and/or lucky your college may give you some funding for them. You may also want to become a member of the sports facilities at Iffley Road, which include a pool, athletics track and a gym and are where most sports clubs train. The membership fees for students are very reasonably priced if you opt for a 3 year membership and give you the chance to perfect your physique between lectures. You might even get lucky and attend a college where the JCR pays for membership…

6)      Don’t forget college sport

If, after a strenuous pre-season with the Blues squad, you think something a little more laid back might suit you, there is always plenty of rowing, rugby, football, netball, squash and more to be done at college level, with a good helping of social events on the side. And those who say college sport isn’t serious enough clearly didn’t attend some of the hotly contested Cuppers competitions of last year, which saw last-gasp victories, heartbreaking defeats and even a few broken bones.

As you can hopefully see, getting involved in sport at Oxford should not seem intimidating or particularly complicated, even if you aspire to do it at a high level. Most clubs and teams are happy to welcome novice and experienced athletes alike and you will soon be kitted out in your stash and feel part of Oxford’s proud sporting tradition. And even if you aren’t going to reach the glorified Blues standards, sport can still provide you with new friends, a way to escape from work, endless fun and hopefully a few successes along the way. Good luck, and see you at Iffley.