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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.

Women’s boxing: Knocking prejudice out for good

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One year on, I’m still not sure what first possessed me to trek to Iffley for boxing. I think I might have joined OUABC to annoy my parents. Either that or the extreme disorientation of a history degree struck a loose nerve to create some kind of structure.

In the instance of the former, I certainly succeeded. My mother was resolutely horrified. Luckily for her my brother was on hold to offer some expert advice: ‘Oh leave her. She’s just escaped home and is dabbling with the whole rebellion thing. She never went through any of the angst-fuelled phases properly. The emo-fringe was only ever half-hearted. She grew it out when she started bumping into things more often than usual.’ Or words to that effect I am sure.

What was immediately apparent was my family’s dogmatic perception of the incompatibility of boxing with myself. ‘You’re just not, you know, built for that. There looked to be lots of nice dance societies in the prospectus. I know you’re not very good at that sort of thing but you might surprise yourself with proper training!’ Ugh. The bitter sting of familial disapproval. With this, I finally felt like a fully-fledged student ready to embrace socialism, Doc Martens and most ardently of all, the now ancestrally verboten boxing.

The fact my family were surprised is, of course, unsurprising. Women’s boxing is not a hobby often slipped into idle conversation. Nor should it be expected to be so. Women’s right to professionally fight was the result of lengthy battle.

Interestingly, the incompatibility of femininity and boxing was institutionalised later in human history than might be expected. In terms of bare-knuckle ‘fisticuffs’, women have been ‘boxing’ for just as long as men. In the 18th century, men and women even shared the same arena; the Bear-Garden. However, what was different was the content of the ensuing match reports. Rather than commenting on any technical skill or physical prowess, as was custom in the reports from the men’s matches, it was the fact that the women were so scantily clad that put pen to paper. Reports of female boxing thus became little more than romantically adroit erotica.

The explicit exclusion of women actually arrived with the reforms made to boxing that transformed bare-knuckle prize-fighting into the sport we recognise today. In order to maximise appeal to the upper classes, the presence of women and backdrop of gambling were replaced by the introduction of the large, padded, and now emblematic, gloves. From then onwards, women were automatically associated with the plebeian and paltry character of illegal prize-fighting.

Today, female boxing seems still to be masked by the outmoded head guard of sexual voyeurism. The origins of this may well lie in 18th century match reports but fault now rests with popular culture. Whilst the feisty-feminist look of the early 2000s may be felt to be empowering, Christina Aguilera’s pre-Miley Cyrus twerking in a boxing ring does nothing to rescue female fighters from associations of farcicaland sexual spectacle.

This aside, the fundamental problem is that women in boxing have alwaysfallen foul of a double jab from social expectations. The first punch is the belief that it isunnatural for women to hit, and the second, that it is equally unnatural for women to be hit. Written in 1840, Thomas Ingoldby’s poem epitomises the first blow:

Within a well-roped ring, or on stage,

Boxing may be a very pretty Fancy,

When Messrs. Burke or Bendigo engage;

– ‘Tis not so well in Susan, Jane, or Nancy:

To get well mill’d by any one’s an evil,

But by a lady – ‘tis the very devil.

A century and a half later, Amir Khan, without the furnishings of a Venus and Adonis stanza, delivered the second, “Deep down I think women shouldn’t fight …When you get hit it can be very painful. Women can get knocked out.”

Since 2004, Khan has changed his mind. Recently, women’s boxing has come the furthest in the shortest space of time. It was over a century ago when women’s boxing was first showcased at the Olympics in a demonstration bout in 1904, yet it was not seen again till London 2012.

Here in Oxford, we’ve reached the title fight too. By that I mean more than just Varsity. Although, now that elephant’s entered the arena, it is worth mentioning that three of the club’s female boxers fought this year. This included an inter-club bout because Cambridge had no girls to compete. Regardless, it must be stressed that OUABC is not all about Varsity. It’s about boxing and this comprises two components; training and sparring. The endgame of being a member is to be just that, a part of the boxing club. In the words of women’s captain Lucy Harris, “You aren’t really mates till you’ve punched each other in the face repeatedly.” At the same time, sparring occupies just one corner of the ring. Girls are welcome who have no interest in actually fighting, but just want to get fit. There’s a lot of solidarity to be shared in the physical grilling of training.

The women’s club is not an isolated sorority. Its raison d’être is to honour that the decision to fight is a right to have and a choice to be made. In just 2000, this decision was referred by a Daily Mail columnist as the result of “the raging politically correct lobbies who determine in this deranged nation that women must have the same right as men to be struck in the head and the chest.” Injected with an antidote for prejudice, this opinion translates to the cause well. Why is it acceptable for men to choose to hit each other in a professionalised arena, yet unacceptable for women? Opponents of female boxing should only make their case grounded on objections to boxing as a whole. The point is that it is the individual’s choice whether they don gloves, not the expectations of society.

Now it’s 2014 and we are in the position to pack a real punch. Instead of pandering to the conventional tropes of femininity and whining about the male domination of sport, why don’t we invite it to the blue corner and lace up our red gloves? Boxing is not about pointing the finger at others: it’s an individual sport. If something goes wrong in that ring, it’s your own fault. This attitude must be passed over the ropes. The fight outside has lasted long enough, it’s time to get in the ring.

 

A guide to Oxford’s fashion stereotypes

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We all know that the typical Oxford stereotype – the dweeb with glasses who spends his time in the library engrossed in X number of books and looking so pale you wonder when (or even if) he ever saw sunlight – is by no means a reality. It’s now accepted (at least nearly) that, yes, Oxford students like to work hard, but HELL do we like to play hard too.

There’s no denying the constant speculation over what the ‘Oxford stereotype’ constitutes in a social context but what about within a fashion context? What ‘types’ of style do Oxford students have?

Fashion is by its very nature a diverse realm, a way for individuals to ‘fit in’ (e.g. following a trend), ‘stand out’ (e.g. dressing in a way that’s particularly unusual) or, as is the case for most of us, somewhere in between the two. Within the world of fashion, there’s no denying the fact that there are particular ‘ways’ people choose to dress and style themselves. The tomboy/indie/preppy look (think Alexa Chung) is just one example.

And just as there is no ‘one’ Oxford stereotype in the social sense (‘the blues aspirer’, ‘the union hack’ or ‘the library swot’ might be a few), there’s certainly no ‘one’ stereotype for the way Oxford students dress.

Although by no means an exclusive list, the following covers the most popular ways Oxford students dress themselves. Take a walk down Cornmarket and see how many you can spot… The question is, which one are you?

1.     THE BRAND SLAVE

You know him – jacket from Fred Polo, shirt from Ralph Lauren and stripy socks from Harrods, this guy settles only for the finest, and boy does he make it known.

2.     COMFORT COOL

We’re at Uni, not a fashion show. The comfort cool doesn’t give a heck what you think and will happily rock up in the library, tutes or lectures kitted in trackies and a hoodie that says ‘fashion? Sorry what?’

3.     LITTLE MISS ACCESSORISE

It’s all in the accessories baby. She’s the go to queen for bags, shoes and all things sparkly. Number of proms attended? Rapidly losing count.

4.     THE ‘I HAVEN’T MADE ANY EFFORT’ BUT I SO HAVE

A slick white shirt, blazer and chinos, totally effortless right? Little did you know he spent ten minutes ironing that shirt and changed his cuff links especially for dinner.

 5.     THE FASHIONISTA

Always ahead of the game, this person knew the latest catwalk trend before it even became a trend. Walking tall with just the slightest expression of smug, there’s no ignoring the effort the fashion conscious guru goes to.

6.     THE GEEK CHIC

Big glasses, braces and a shirt buttoned to the top, the geek chic looks like they’ve just stepped out of a glossy Specsavers ad.

7.     THE “MY MUM BOUGHT MY WHOLE WARDROBE”

Still wearing the shirt his mum bought him in year 10, this guy is happy to wear the same thing every day – the only variation being his Marks and Spencer’s boxers.

8.     THE SPORTS JUNKIE

Gym member? Check. Blues aspirer? Double Check. Kitted in Nike, Adidas and Puma, the sports junkie works out hard, making sure they have all the gear to match.

9.     THE “EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE”

Usually in jeans and a standard top, this person will make a spontaneous effort when least expected. For one day only, let the compliments roll.

10.  THE WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!

They think they look great. The rest of the world thinks they need to invest in a mirror. When it comes to clothing, this person needs to head to the ‘common sense’ department ASAP.

What can we learn from the Commonwealth Games?

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The 20th Commonwealth Games in Glasgow commenced on the 23rd of July and drew to a close on the 3rd of August. In those ten days alone, an ample sample of athletics has reached us – enough for us to make some verdicts.

Withdrawals

We could in fact, have even made some conclusions before the Games began. The organisers of the Glasgow Games were hit by withdrawals of one big name after another in the lead-up. Mo Farah, who had been due to make an appearance two weeks earlier in the Glasgow Diamond League, was once more forced to pull out, having failed to recover from an abdominal illness. The joint-second fastest man ever, Jamaican Yohan Blake, was also ruled out of the Games owing to a serious hamstring injury he picked up in Glasgow’s Hampden Park during the Diamond League. Another big name, Katarina Johnson-Thompson, Britain’s rising heptathlon star, announced her withdrawal a few days before the opening ceremony, as a result of a prevailing foot injury.

In addition to this news came the revelations that Jamaican track stars Usain Bolt and Shelly-Ann Fraser-Pryce, both multiple Olympic champions, would only run in the 4x100m relays, opting not to run the individual events. It seemed that the Commonwealth Games was going to be a rather quiet affair.

Not so. The Games were filled with plenty of drama in the athletics department once they had begun.

Success Stories and Dramas

Adam Gemili got the ball rolling by winning England’s first medal in athletics. The 20-year-old shone on the track, coming in second only to Jamaican Kemar Bailey-Cole, who trains with Usain Bolt. The university student was put under the spotlight after winning the World Junior Championships in 2012 at just eighteen, in a time much faster than any Brits had managed for quite some time – 10.05 seconds. The youngster’s feat has prompted many zealous athletics fans, hungry for British athletics success in the 100m, to count down the moments until the sprint sensation runs under the big 10 seconds. Gemili’s not worried: “It’s not about times, it’s about position. The times will eventually come. This is just a stepping-stone for the European Championships and then the Olympics in Rio.”

Adam Gemili is one to watch. This is his first senior medal, and the athlete is steadily improving. With a 19.98 time in the 200m to his name (run last year), he is most definitely capable of breaking the 10-second barrier.  Patience on the part of spectators, however, not pressure, is required. (Ed: Having since won a European gold medal, Gemili is already proving us right…)

Nigeria’s Blessing Okagbare dominated on the track, scooping up the sprint double in the 100m and 200m in Fraser-Pryce’s absence. The athlete, who stands tall at 5ft 11 inches, and is also a skilled long jumper, triumphed in the 100m in a time of 10.85, setting a new Commonwealth Games record and equalling the world leading time. Three days later, the 25-year-old again stormed to victory, winning the 200m in 22.25 seconds, ahead of young English duo Jodie Williams and Bianca Williams.  The two Brits (no relation) showed incredible determination, smashing their personal bests to come into to silver and bronze positions in 22.50 and 22.58 respectively.

There was joy and disbelief also for Jazmin Sawyers, the multi-talented 20-year-old who already has a silver medal in her collection after bobsleigh success in the 2012 Winter Youth Olympics. The Bristol University law student began her athletics career as a heptathlete, before choosing to specialise in the long jump. It was for this event that Sawyers earned silver in the Commonwealth Games. Jazmin is also an aspiring songstress, fitting composing and performing songs for gigs into her hectic schedule.

Yet sadly, whilst three English athletes celebrated medals last Thursday, there was heartbreak for another. Shara Proctor, the former British long jump record holder, withdrew from the final, tearful and wracked with pain from a hamstring injury.

The conditions in Hampden Park cannot have helped. The stadium was very often pelted with heavy showers, and the temperature was cold enough for a considerable number of athletes to complain about the weather during their post-race interviews. Many competed with their leggings still on to prevent injuries.

England’s Greg Rutherford showed those that had dared to call him a one-hit wonder by winning long jump gold with a distance of 8.20m. The Olympic champion has just this season set a new British record (8.51m).

There was more home nation victory from the ‘Weirwolf’, with the 35-year-old six-time Paralympic champion David Weir winning gold in the T54 1500m. Visually impaired Libby Clegg brought home Scotland’s first athletics gold in the T12 100m, helping the host nation beat its Commonwealth gold medal record. Eilidh Child, dubbed the ‘poster girl’ of the Games, added to the medal tally with a silver medal in the 400m hurdles. Jo Pavey, forty years old and only 10 months after the birth of a baby daughter, stormed to 5,000 bronze.

The Commonwealth Games, the one major athletics competition in which the nations of the United Kingdom are split rather than united, brought a unique kind of drama to the stage. In the 800m heats, England’s Andrew Osagie and Welshman Joe Thomas found themselves in a scuffle at the finish line. Osagie at first appeared to have blocked the Welshman, but after replays, it seemed there was another possibility: that Thomas had gotten himself into a difficult spot and to qualify, had to push himself out with all his might. The result was that he knocked into fellow Brit Osagie, who then fell to the ground. The verdict of the messy mishap was that Osagie was disqualified and Joe Thomas was put through to the final. One can only hope that this unlucky incident doesn’t create a rift between the two Britons in the future.

There was more drama for the home nations with former 400m hurdles World Champion and defending Commonwealth champion Dai Greene displaying a disappointing performance in Glasgow, finishing in a time two seconds outside of his personal best. The Welshman has been beset by one injury after another and admitted that four months previously, he had not even believed it possible that he would be competing in Glasgow.

Kenya’s David Rudisha, 800m world record holder, was at the centre of still more Commonwealth commotion as he was out-sprinted in the final stages of the 800m final by Botswana’s Nijel Amos.

Drug cheating

Wales and Botswana were embroiled in a different kind of drama when it was revealed that Welshmen Gareth Warburton and Rhys Williams had failed drug tests and 400m Botswanan track star Amantle Montsho tested positive for banned stimulant methylhexaneamine after finishing fourth in the final.

Relays

The relays, as always, provided a positive finish to the athletics of the Games. Jamaican track stars Usain Bolt and Shelly-Ann Fraser-Pryce finally made their long-awaited appearances, with the world record holder in the 100m, 200m and 4x100m welcomed fondly by the crowd at Hampden Park in spite of the furore that had ensued earlier in the week owing to claims in the media that Bolt had made disparaging comments about the 20th Commonwealth Games. The Jamaican men and women’s teams powered to gold in all but one of the relay races – winning not only the 4x100m relays but also the women’s 4x400m, although they failed to medal in the men’s event. England produced performances good enough to get onto the podium after each of the relays, with perhaps the most electrifying coming from Matthew Hudson-Smith, who ran a confident anchor leg to win England an unexpected gold. The 19-year-old from Wolverhampton, who only made the 400m his key event this year, held off experienced Bahamian Chris Brown in a torrential downpour, obliterating three seconds of his personal best based on the time he ran for his split.

The team of Adam Gemili, Harry Aikines-Aryeetey, Richard Kilty and Danny Talbot earned England a well-deserved silver medal in the 4x100m, while Asha Philip, Bianca Williams, Jodie Williams and Ashleigh Nelson ran strongly after Jamaica and Nigeria to get England the bronze in the women’s 4x100m. The women’s 4x400m relay saw Christine Ohuorogu, Shana Cox, Kelly Massey and Anyika Onuora also claim a bronze for England, after the Jamaicans and Nigerians.

The Commonwealth Games in Glasgow were certainly well received. Despite some memorable names being absent, and the recurrence of drug cheating, the Games have drawn enough respect to be declared “the standout Games in the history of the movement” by Commonwealth Games Federation chief executive Mike Hooper.

Conclusions in a nutshell

The Commonwealth Games is a magnificent opportunity for young athletes to flourish on the world stage

– Glasgow 2014 has done nothing to stop other countries from thinking of Britain as having the worst weather on the planet.

– British athletics is in a good place leading up to the European Championships and Rio 2016. The success of our athletes in the individual sprints and sprint relays is evidence that we will soon be able to really threaten other nations.

– Doping is still rife in athletics.

– Some big names could be out for quite some time owing to injuries they have sustained either just before or during the Games.