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Interview: MJ Delaney

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Recently celebrating the release of her first feature length film, Powder Room, MJ Delaney is a rising director to keep your eye on.

Since breaking into film making via a surprise YouTube hit in 2010, Delaney has made short featues for Vivienne Westwood, Comic Relief and The Observer, and won multiple awards for her advertising campaign for Aldi featuring a gin-swilling granny. I spoke toDelaney about her work, the position of women in the film industry and the future of British cinema.

Delaney’s big break into directing came when her video ‘Newport State of Mind’, a parody of Jay-Z’s ‘Empire State of Mind’ set in the Welsh town, became a YouTube sensation in 2010. “Social media is one of the many ways you can get into film making. I’m quite lucky that I’m part of a generation that has the ability to make better quality stuff at home and share so much on platforms such as YouTube. You can find an audience for your work and it opens up the playing field a bit.” 

Delaney has an eclectic range of cinematic influences: “Growing up I loved Bugsy Malone. Wes Anderson is one of my favourite film makers, as well as the Coen brothers. Pedro Almodóvar is an inspiration too. A real mix of stuff really.”

What other films is she currently raving about? “I haven’t seen Her yet, and that’s supposed to be amazing. I really liked American Hustle. And Gravity – the whole cinematicexperience was pretty incredible!”

Delaney graduated from Pembroke in 2007, but whilst at university, a career in filmmaking was far from her mind. “I didn’t pursue an interest in film making whilst at Oxford at all! I didn’t really know what I wanted to do while I was at university.

“I studied English and I did my final paper on art – kind of a sign that I wanted to move into the visual arts rather than towards literature so much. So I sort of fell into film making by accident. At the time it wasn’t something I imagined myself doing.”

With awards season in full swing, the issue of the under-representation of women in all awards categories apart from acting rears its head again. As a young female director on the rise, Delaney has plenty to say about women in film. “I don’t know why there are so few women behind the camera, I think it’s very sad. It’s a shame that you get a lot of press about women having a ‘moment’ in cinema, and you think, well women actually make up half of the world population.

“It’s hard to believe that it’s 2014 and you still get these comments. I think with my film, Powder Room, and TV shows like Girls, and then Bridesmaids as well, it opens up the conversation about women and comedy. Women can be funny. Despite the media focus on this ‘moment’ for women, it’s actually getting worse when you actually look at the number of women in film making.

“On a personal level, it’s a bit of a grumble for me. It means that if you are one of the few women working in the industry it makes you stand out – it makes you memorable but the culture behind it is annoying.”

MJ’s first feature length film, Powder Room, is a comedy drama which takes place largely in the ladies’ loo of a nightclub with a predominantly female cast. Was the idea of a story told frankly from the female perspective what mainly attracted her to the project?

“To be honest, it was just really funny! I read the script and I thought it was just hilarious and really well written. I got on really well with Rachel [Hirons], the writer, pretty quickly. I thought it was a very honest and well-written in the terms of the way the characters spoke and the experiences they had – it was very relatable.

“I also liked the celebration of female friendship, which is not something you see very often in cinema – I felt it was breaking new ground in that sense.”

The film’s cast features a host of young British acting talent, including Jaime Winstone and Sheridan Smith. As a young director just starting out in the industry, Delaney gives her perspective on the current state of British cinema.

“I think it has suffered a bit at the hands of the Film Council, especially in terms of the kind of films that are getting made. You look at some of the films made 10 years ago and you wonder whether, with the current state of the film industry, they would get made today. But there are always a lot of creative and enthusiastic young people coming through and I’m sure we’ll find new and
innovative ways to make these kinds of films on a smaller budget and to get them through to the actual distribution stage.

“It’s very hard to get distributed and take on the big, power-house Hollywood movies. They get all the cinema tickets sold, but then they also have all the funding in the first place. But when it comes to more diverse films where do you then go for funding for distribution?

“Both ends of the spectrum are so far apart now and the gap’s widening. But I do think it’s interesting what Netflix is doing with multi-national online releases, and also crowdsourcing. On demand cinema is also a cool way of offering a more diverse range of films. There has to be opportunities for innovation – or at least you would hope so.”

For those considering going into film making, Delaney has a few words of advice to offer: “Just work as much as you can. There a lot of facilities available now to enable you to do that, as long as you’re self-motivated and prepared to work independently. Keep putting your stuff out there and each film will get better.”

Powder Room is released on DVD from 31st March 2014

Creaming Spires: 4th Week Hilary

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Woe befalls the sex columnist who has no sex. My vast dry spell stretches as far as my thirsty eye can see – but I refuse to wilt. And why should I, why should anyone, when an infinitely compliant and dextrous fuck buddy lives only a few inches away from our genitals? Two of them, in fact. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this week’s Creaming Spires is a ballad to the Wank. You must forgive my failure to produce a unisex wankccount; I write only about what I know, so bean-centric this week must be.

When we can’t persuade another soul to butter our muffins for us (or, complacent and weary, cannot be bothered to even try), we can thank God, Vishnu, or Ann Summers for endowing us with the capability to traverse fleshy echelons of passion solo.

Some of us, ahem, are startled when we remember how short we were when we started giving thanks. It was all rather innocent then; a group of giggling girls delightedly pushing the buttons on their newfound consoles. The right pressure would deliver the coveted ‘nicey nicey feelgood’.

I can’t remember when this sensation first blushed an explicitly carnal red. But me and my bean have had a heck of a journey since. Puberty was me and my right hand’s honeymoon. Whenever, wherever, we couldn’t keep ourselves from touching each other. Fits of frustration led to swift stolen minutes, strangled secret meetings in darkened corners, unfamiliar bathrooms and, on one desperately tedious geography field trip, a hedge.

Honeymoons have to end and so does the pubescent libido. My hand isn’t my Romeo anymore, but we enjoy the pleasant shuffling companionship of an old marriage. Our affections might wax and wane with the cycle of my love-life (as well as the menstrual), but we draw ever so close, ever more often, during months like these lonely few past. I wonder, though, if Mr Solitude and I could use some va-va-vroom?

It’s not that we’re bored, but he does get tired. He’s got big gloves to fill, as my sexuality blooms into a more complex, fussier, beast. Some plastic veins, a titillating rabbit? Excuse me…

Culture Editorial: Inside Llewyn Davies

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Inside Llewyn Davis is a satisfying, wellstructured and subtle film. In two hours of understated cynicism, fairly mundane events are rendered deeply dramatic: if you’ve never taken a cat on the subway, now is the time to experience the frissons such an endeavour provokes. The film spans one week in the life of
Llewyn, a failing folk singer in Greenwich Village, whose life is a fairly bathetic blip on the orgy of emotion that was the sixties in New York.

The score was written by Dave Van Ronk, a folk singer who really existed and whose life inspired that of the fictional Llewyn. Van Ronk’s music is typical in its deteriorating quality: when Llewyn plays his ‘old stuff’, we feel inspired, but the songs he’s writing by the time we come across him are fairly lacklustre Llewyn’s lack of achievement is is underscored by a ten second shot near the end of the film. The characters are in a dive bar watching hopefuls like Llewyn perform; onstage is a curly-haired, thin-nosed singer, silhouetted sullenly over a guitar. It’s a young Dylan, and the 2014 audience smiles wrily at how inconsequential Llewyn’s life will end up being compared to Bob’s.

Dylan turned the down-and-out existence of a folk singer into a lucrative and prized career, setting the gold standard for future folk singer/songwriters. His sound graduated from the tried and tested folk song; his songs were political, topical and fresh, refuting Llewyn’s maxim, “if it’s not new and it doesn’t get old, it’s folk”. His rejection of society was verbalised in the form of songs like ‘A Hard Rain’s A Gonna Fall,’ a rally against nuclear warfare that has prompted album sleeves and YouTube blurbs to cheerfully deem it “the protest songs to end all protest songs” ever since. The lyrics are stirring and upsetting even to a fairly politically inactive 20 year old half a century later, making Dylan’s the kind of legacy that will probably endure.

Llewyn’s wanderings needed to be immortalised by the Coen brothers to create any kind of legacy for the score, and his musical career was trumped and roundly eclipsed by another 60s Greenwich Village folk singer. Dylan occupies a paltry 10 seconds in the film of Llewyn’s life, but these 10 seconds are pivotal:the Dylan song in question is the fairly unknown and nostalgically entitled ‘Farewell’. There is also something poignant in the choice of song: folk was getting political and everything was about to change. Someone else is about to realise Llewyn’s dream, and Dylan’s success will inspire and completely eclipse the next generation of Llewyns.

There was an era pre-Dylan, when folk was more about the song than the singer, before the self-important politicising that came out of 1960s and the naval-gazing that accompanied it. In Tom Lehrer’s “The Folk Song Army”, he
parodies the righteous right-on of Dylan’s lyrics, wailing puerilely, “We all hate
poverty,war and injustice/Unlike the rest of you squares”. It’s the petty humanity of this lyric that Inside Llewyn Davis perfectly reflects. It’s not trying to idolise its protagonist or bloat his achievements, and the script is gloriously
apolitical. It’s just one beautifully shot week in the life of one fairly unscrupulous man, with a guitar, some songs and a cat.

Letter From… Beijing

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I’m back in Beijing for my second semester after a much needed seven week break in the UK. At home I got pretty sick of being asked “How’s China?” or “What’s the craziest thing you’ve seen?” The craziest thing I actually saw was a guy who had passed out on the street at midnight in freezing temperatures, and nobody went to help him. You can imagine a person’s typical reaction towards
this – he could quite easily have been dead.

But when I arrived at my mate’s flat and said “I think I saw a dead guy”, he just replied, “Well that makes two of us.” China hardens you up. But never mind the oppressive state, gutter oil, or terrorist attacks – I’ve had tonnes of fun. I’ve met guys like Cameron Blades who studies English. He’s never been abroad but
he’s almost perfected a cockney accent by watching Eastenders. There’s Da Xing, who latched onto us just because he liked my mate’s dulcet public school tones, and of course Legolas, our neighbour who speaks English and really, really likes Lord of The Rings.

It’s not easy being a foreigner – I felt like a babbling baby for about a month and some locals got more frustrated than I did. Making Chinese friends can be really hard unless you already have a friend in common, plus a lot of ex-pats are upsettingly bitter people and you get ‘seasonal depression’ for half the week if the pollution’s bad. But if you try hard enough, you realize that Legolas actually isn’t an elf. Legolas is a human being like the rest of us. He wants to have fun with us like a few other Chinese bros, and with a bit of respect, it can be the best cultural exchange ever seen.

Cherwell Culture Tries… Slam Poetry

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I don’t like slam poetry. I like stand-up and I like poetry and I like hip-hop, but slam seems to exist in a curious nether-zone between the three.  Like brunch or a lukewarm Greggs pasty or the weird bit between your willy and your bumhole, it stands in an odd limbo between the extremes of rigidly formal written poetry and raucous live performance. Content often seems to follow form, as poets write with the Buzzfeed clickbait taglines already in mind: “This Jamaican Drug Lord Gave The Room Goosebumps With His Sonnet About Potatoes”, “Racism Is An Epic Fail- Just Ask This Brave Young Girl”, “I Can’t Believe How Eloquently This Sock Puppet Showed Us That Gender Is A Social Construct”.

 I therefore approached the Afro-Caribbean Society’s slam poetry night with trepidation. The last thing I wanted on a Tuesday night in the pissing rain was to be harangued by an over-confident substitute teacher with a jaunty beret and a depressingly bad goatee. The room was packed out, and the compere was greeted not with the whoops and hollers of a traditional slam but with a smattering of Oxonian applause.

My snobby fears were ill-founded. We were gently massaged in by a whimsical opening salvo of poems about delayed trains, aggressive vegetarians and a toddler’s passionate but regrettably short-lived marriage to a cat. This gentle patter lulled me into a false sense of security, chuckling wryly at the wry wordplay and wryly waggling my eyebrows to indicate my approval. It was all very wry.

 The wryness suddenly vanished as the big hitters took to the stage. A man named Nima came out swinging with a hip-hop influenced style, transplanting Arthurian legend onto the streets of London amongst the dealers and the drizzle.

Nima’s poetry had the audience reacting like the crowd at the world’s most genteel boxing match, and he took the final by just a couple of votes. I like stand-up and I like poetry and I like hip-hop: and so I like slam poetry. Like a delicious brunch, a nourishing pasty or a crucial part of my nether regions, it exists in a fluid and fascinating nether zone between poetical extremes.  

Rising for justice: a conversation with Helena Kenn

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Tell us about the launch of One Billion Rising in the Houses of Parliament last Thursday.

“One of the exciting things is seeing a new generation of women, another new wave of feminism. It feels that this time we might achieve some goals that we haven’t achieved so far. As someone who has been active in the Women’s Rights movement since the 1970s it was wonderful to see a room full of young women, feminists, in their teens and twenties who want to see change. They are fighting against cruelty against women, inequalities, degradation. There are still things we need to sort. There were campaigners against FGM, for women in asylum, women in prison, campaigners to stop sexism. There was a 17 year old young woman who argued wonderfully for respect for girls. Girls as young as 12 are expected to act out sexually; it is so hard for girls who are often derogated; there is no mutuality in their relationships, no respect towards them. It can make their life wretched. Yvette Cooper MP spoke about crimes against women. Every week two women will die of the hands of their partners. She said that if two men a week would die in a football match the public would be up in arms.”

How have things changed since you started your work to further justice for women?

“When I started bringing those issues up judges thought I was a wild feminist, and other women thought I was rocking the boat. Often in male dominated spheres women need to adopt male perspective in order to survive and do well. That is why I am out there to help younger generations.  Feminists are accused of hating men and hating fun. One Billion Rising is a joyful day of events in which men will join in. We are asking what it is like living in a world in which women experience this level of violence. We know that in Syria there is so much trafficking, rape of girls; in other societies girl children are not as wanted, and their sexuality is removed through FGM”.

Baroness Kennedy has just come back from Iraq where she was on a human rights mission. She spent time in women’s’ prisons and talks about the double standards women face: “Many women are there for crimes against morality, such as walking with a married man, sex outside of marriage. Men are not charged with the same offences. In terms of the legal systems we know that those problems face women everywhere. The reason is that the legal system has been made by men. It is not surprising that a feminine perspective wasn’t in there. The reality of women’s life was not there. Gradually we see the system is starting to change”.

Baroness Kennedy has been working in the last 30 years within the legal system to advance justice for women, campaigning to amend laws, making additions to the law, and in the past 15 years as a Labour Peer she is taking part in making those legal reforms. “It is hard to reform a system which essentially is the problem. You don’t get change in the law without campaigning. History of social reform teaches us that people in power don’t give it away”.

So, then, what is the place of One Billion Rising in the context of feminism and justice for women?

“One Billion Rising is about men and women saying this isn’t good enough and we have had enough. When the demand is great enough issues of gender and justice will be on the G8, G22 agendas. We shouldn’t talk about equal pay in separation of discussion of violence, No woman should talk about equal pay without talking about her sisters who are suffering abuse. We should think about not living in a world in which women wake up being afraid of another beating. We should not be living in fear”.

Since you have arrived as Principal of Mansfield, you have inspired many of us to rethink our place within the feminist movement and to take a clearer stance on issues of gender and justice. What should the readers of the Cherwell and young women do to further the feminist cause?

 “They should not be afraid of the title feminist. No decent man should be fearful of a woman who sees herself as a feminist. Feminism is about demanding equality. One Billion Rising is about making voices heard and not suffering silently when women are marginalized or derogated and for women to encourage in each other a sense of our own value, that we have to love who we are and not try and be someone else. Once we know our self- worth we are not going to accept bad things done to us. That is why we must get out there and dance!”

One Billion Rising for Justice is a global call to women survivors of violence and those who love them to gather safely in community outside places where they are entitled to justice – courthouses, police stations, government offices, school administration buildings, work places, sites of environmental injustice, military courts, embassies, places of worship, homes, or simply public gathering places where women deserve to feel safe but too often do not.  It is a call to survivors to break the silence and release their stories – politically, spiritually, outrageously – through art, dance, marches, ritual, song, spoken word, testimonies and whatever way feels right.

Details about the One Billion Rising campaign can be found here

Neknominate: should we oppose this lethal trend?

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Yes

I had my video planned out days before I received my nomination. Three kinds of spirit, beer, protein powder and raw egg, with an extra hot bird’s-eye chilli to finish things off. I was finally chosen, little more than a week after the first ‘Neck and Nominates’ had begun to appear on my Facebook.

For the small number whose social networking pages have not been overrun by the ‘NekNominate’ phenomenon, I shall briefly explain. An individual posts a short video of themselves online, beginning by mentioning the name of the person who has nominated them. They then neck (at least) a pint containing some kind of alcohol, adding to their concoction whatever substances they feel sufficient to outdo and impress their friends. With this done, they name two more individuals, who have a time limit of 24 hours to post a similar video.

It was towards the end of January that the first of these posts began to hit the UK, which originated in Australia before going viral globally. In all honesty, I found the first few videos of my friends subjecting themselves to progressively dirtier pints pretty funny. The drinking itself constituted only a few seconds of these miniature productions by which, through the use of various scenarios, props, costumes, and even languages, I was usually kept entertained for several minutes.

Less than two weeks on, and my attitude has changed entirely. It was on the day that I was due to post my own video that the tide of public opinion began to turn irreversibly. Tragic as it was, there was a sense of predictability about the two deaths in Ireland last weekend, which have been linked to ‘NekNomination’. Videos of those declining to take up their nomination are now attracting more ‘likes’ than those in which the participants play by the rules.

OUSU President Tom Rutland recently said, “The Neknominate craze is foolish and dangerous. Downing a pint or more of spirits, as just one example of the videos I’ve seen, is extremely dangerous and has lead to serious harm.” Undeniably, part of what has made this latest fad so popular is the entertainment we derive from seeing others undergoing grotesque or dangerous challenges. In May 2011, an Australian man plunged to his death from a balcony whilst participating in another internet craze called ‘planking’. Once people have pushed these ‘games’ to the point where they become lethal, it is only a matter of time before their popularity dries up. It has far less to do with people suddenly realising the stupidity of their acts, and more to do with the fact that once such an extreme has been reached, there is very little anyone can do to provoke a significant reaction.

To the young Welsh man who posted a NekNominate in which he downed a pint of beer, bit the head off a dead bird, and finished off with a pint of vodka in which was floating a stubbed out cigarette, I say well done. If NekNominate is a game, then you’ve clearly won. Now, to everyone else still clogging up Facebook with videos doing the bare minimum requirement pint of Fosters, prolonging the demise of this craze, stop. There is nothing left to prove.

Louee Dessent-Jackson

 

No

NekNominate. Like the floods and Miley Cyrus, it must get successively worse if it is to survive in the public consciousness. The deaths linked to this online drinking challenge are undoubtedly tragic. However, banning these videos from Facebook would only enhance the trend’s appeal among younger people, especially teenagers.

NekNominate has dominated the media in recent weeks. When the craze came to prominence, the Daily Mail described it as “extreme, disgusting and outlandish” and the tragic deaths linked to NekNominate have intensified opposition to it.

But coverage has been both condemnatory and indulgent. On Tuesday, the Metro published an article about Aaron Johnson putting dead mice and grasshoppers in a blender and his claim that he “loved every minute of it”. The next day, the newspaper published pictures of Steph-Lou Jones, who walked into McDonalds in a Baywatch-style swimsuit before drinking a pint of beer. The phenomenon’s portrayal is simultaneously terrible and entertaining.

NekNominate is likely to disappear naturally and must be allowed to do so. The one-upmanship involved in making a cocktail more extreme than the last means that it will inevitably become too difficult or dangerous to keep the attention of the majority. Once everyone who was ever likely to down a pint of Frosty Jacks, Curaçao and dog-hair has done it once, the momentum will be lost.

What’s more, once the novelty has worn off, people will start to think of the long-term ramifications of NekNominate. Many are already concerned about appearing drunk in photos accessible by their employers or potential employers. Drinkaware research shows that 47% of 18-24 year olds admitted de-tagging themselves from drunk photos they didn’t want others to see. It’s only a matter of time before students realise the link between that video of them drinking their own urine and the rejection email from PwC.

It is important to remember that only the most bizarre cases have been reported in the media. For many, the craze is about drinking pints of lager or cider in imaginative locations. The videos depicting the type of grisly concoctions which have got the RSPCA concerned are not representative of the majority of participants.

Alcohol remains the only socially acceptable vice, so it is unsurprising when people search for novel ways to drink. Indeed, the drinking games which students have been playing for years often involve a greater quantity of alcohol than NekNomination. The problems associated with binge drinking extend far beyond this new online context which NekNominate has provided. Everyone is aware of the risks of alcohol. With drinking and “the internet” being the two mainstays of students’ existence, I’m surprised it has taken until 2014 for NekNominate to become a craze. If 2013 brought Man vs. Food, then 2014 was the year of Man vs. Drink. The only question is, what will 2015 have in store?

Will Railton

Freddy the Fresher 2014: Part 5

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‘You know the rules, let’s get started…’

Freddy gulps hard, like a thirsty dog.

He still can’t quite believe the last week. Sex with Bernadette seems to have expunged him of the desire for her, which had gripped him since that sweaty night in Babylove. Exorcising his Benenden demon – though it took a monumental and Shakespearean comedown from the coke to do so – has left in a state of bliss.

And then, two days later, he gets the call that he’s been drafted into the Judas College University Challenge team, because one of the team members was hit by a bicycle and has ungainly tyre marks on her face. It’s Freddy’s time to shine.

So here he is, under the blinding lights of MediaCity Salford, sitting across from none other than Jeremy Fucking Paxman. Anyone who ever doubted that he was going to do great things with his life can suck a dick- Freddy has arrived.

‘Which author, born in 1897, was responsible for works including 1936’s First Term at Malory Towers…’

BAM! Freddy hits his buzzer and his name is shouted around the studio.

‘Enid Blyton,’ he says, confidently. Paxman confirms this and there’s a smattering of applause. He remembers when Bernadette read a passage to him. It was her favourite book from childhood… 

‘Which London road is the site of the headquarters of Channel 4?’

BAM – Freddy – ‘Horseferry Road!’

Correct, of course, it’s Bernadette’s surname after all…

He managed to go through most of the quiz without another Slumdog Millionaire moment. Judas College have moved into a comfortable lead, which means he can slack off a little and his mind starts to wander to images of Bernadette’s bedroom interior. ‘Hadn’t I exorcised you a moment ago?’ he thinks to himself.

With the clock almost ticked away, and Judas all but home and dry, Freddy returns to full-consciousness in order to try and assist the team over the line.

‘Portrayed on television by Melissa Rauch, which sitcom character married her aerospace engineer boyfriend before he launched off for the International Space Station?’

Freddy’s hand hits his buzzer before he has time to compute the cosmic significance of the answer he’s about to give: ‘Bernadette!’

Correct! Of course it’s correct! After all this time he’s spent thinking and worrying and exorcising, Bernadette has been the correct thing all along. His eyes begin to well up with tears. I must get her back, he thinks; I must be a better boyfriend to her.

‘And at the gong it’s Judas College Oxford 260, Teesside University 145. It all seems to have been too much for Judas, as one of the team is actually crying…’

Disgruntled Oxford residents form Tenants’ Union

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On Tuesday, a group of students and Oxford residents came together for the first meeting of the Oxford Tenants’ Union in Oxford Town Hall.

The meeting, organised by Vera Wriedt and her housemates, aimed to bring tenants together in discussion to determine the principal problems facing people in rented accommodation in Oxford.

Those affected by specific issue put forth their stories. In Wriedt’s experience, the most pressing problem was the poor state of accommodation and utilities in Oxford housing.

In her recent article in the Oxford Student, Wriedt discussed of her rented property’s poor state of repair, saying, “For our first showers, we could choose between scolding hot or freezing cold, as a retiring boiler combined with illegal plumbing meant that mixing water into an enjoyable temperature was not possible”.

In addition to this, her housemates faced cold temperatures after a hole formed in an external wall. She told Cherwell, “This left a living room that looked like a construction site and a deep hole through which the winter entered our kitchen”. Her landlord and letting agency’s slow responses to a broken boiler and other issues was also a source of concern.

Wolfson postgraduate Eva Miller shared similar concerns. She spoke of the poor state and uncleanliness of her carpets, commenting, “My property is in disgraceful state: mouldy, drafty, unventilated, old carpets coming up at the edges. When I moved in the property had not been cleaned after the previous tenants and was filthy, and when I’d viewed the property they’d lied about what items came with the house”.

Miller went on to outline the effort and time it took to have issues with the accommodation seen to by the letting agency. “The property manager repeatedly lies outright about when maintenance will be carried out, sending emails saying things like: ‘I’ve arranged someone to come Friday’ when in fact it will take four weeks to get anything fixed. It took two months to get a faulty appliance replaced,” she said.

Miller also felt arbitrary fees were a serious concern for tenants in the Oxford area. She recounted her experience of being forced to professionally clean the property on arrival, despite the fact that the outgoing tenant was obligated to do so.

“In their contracts, they levy hundreds of pounds in ‘cleaning fees’ against tenants who don’t leave the property in a professionally clean state; if they’d charged the previous tenant for these, they’d kept them for themselves instead of using them to clean my place.”

The incompetence of letting agencies was the main problem for postgraduate Martin Lester. He spoke of the difficulties he had had in claiming back deposits and about the difficulty caused by the timing of the letting agency’s demands, remarking, “My biggest complaints concern a series of disputes with them (now resolved) about the return of a ‘retainer’ of £300 paid yearly around December to reserve it for renewal the following August.

“Paying the retainer in the first place is concerning, as it obliges me to find new tenants to replace those moving out (or lose the money), but many students do not seek accommodation until April or later”.

All agreed that a lack of awareness among tenants of their rights, and a lack of time to investigate, was a key concern. Miller hoped that the new Tenants’ Union would address this point, as well as provide a support network and helping to act for tenants in difficulty. “I’d like to see an active Union who can stand in the tenant’s corner and redress the imbalance between tenants and far more powerful letting agencies,” she said.

Lester also highlighted students as a group particularly vulnerable to exploitation by landlords or letting agencies, given their quick turnover and constant supply. He recommended a website and the involvement of the council as potential ways of approaching the problem.

“If we had a high-profile website that collected people’s experiences with letting agents, it might help people to avoid the bad ones. If the first result on Google for “Oxford letting agent” was a damning review of an agency, it might convince them to change. If letting agents were forced to register with a regulatory body, that might help”.

Tenants expressed hopes that OUSU, the Council, and local residents would provide continuity in quickly changing student population in order to keep the Union going.

Wriedt stressed the need to work together. “We need increased solidarity with other tenants in the face of rent hikes and letting agencies/landlords who care more about making money than about those who pay it – the tenants.”

Interview: Prince Reza Pahlavi

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When revolution struck Iran in 1979, Prince Reza Pahlavi, then nineteen, saw himself exiled from his home country. His father had been overthrown and the Iranian state was to become an Islamic regime, under Ayatollah Khomeini, which would radically alter the society, culture, and way of life of an entire nation.

The trajectory of how Pahlavi eventually came to be one of the most prominent advocates of freedom and democracy in Iran from that point is not easy to plot. As a student at Williams College and the University of Southern California, as well as during his time in Cairo where his father died in 1980, Pahlavi soon developed strong views on the issues of human rights and democracy, for which he is now fights across the world.

Author of three books, including ‘Winds of Change’, and also spokesman for the Iran National Council for Free Election, Pahlavi now spends his time travelling in the hope of promoting a change of regime in his home country. He is also, under the Persian constitution of 1906, the current heir to the Persian throne.

As a reader of Edward Said’s ‘Reflections on Exile’, I asked Pahlavi how this condition of exilehas shaped the way he has led his life since the revolution.
“It’s a different kind of pain, where you know that you want to be back home but you are prohibited from being there. The life of an exile is not like that of one who decides freely to emigrate and go somewhere else. Ever since my father died in Cairo, Iran has been foremost in my mind, and I have now been, for practically 33 years and counting, in the struggle of the opposition and trying to change things, so it has been the story of my life so far.

“I don’t look at exile necessarily in a negative way, because a lot of what I’ve learnt – being exposed to democratic societies, seeing life from the prism of the average citizen in these countries, interacting with them, understanding their aspirations and pains – there is no way I could possibly have had the experience I have today, which has enriched me in so many ways, had I inherited my father’s position.”

Indeed, despite not having been in Iran for over three decades, Pahlavi claims to speak for the average citizen in Iran, a suggestion many people have found problematic.

“The fact that I’ve been away from my country has not meant that I’ve been detached from what’s happening there, because I’ve always had a strong [line of] communication. I’m in touch with Iranians at home, dissidents, their activities etcetera – the only difference is that I’m not physically there, but it’s not that I’m detached.”

During his talk at the Oxford Union, Pahlavi spoke a lot about the errors of the Iranian regime, the work which needs to be done, and how a change of regime in Iran must come from within, with strong support from the West. However, there is little reference to the Arab Spring, or the possibility of a similar movement taking place in Iran. The role that social media could play in such a takeover intrigues Pahlavi.

“The most utilised tool of defiance and organisation is social media. For instance, every year around this time the Islamic Regime has a whole week dedicated to celebrating the revolution. A month ago, in close collaboration with dissident groups we supported two campaigns that call for an end to capital punishment and the forceful imposition of the veil. This came from inside. I’d never have dreamed of doing the things that we are capable of doing now even 20 years ago. Social media has been a tremendous tool which has been helpful to many civilian and democratic movements across the world – at least as a tool it has been successful in Iran so far.”

Despite his calls for freedom and democracy in Iran, Pahlavi is often criticised for continuing to use the dynastic title which has helped him project his voice around the world. In justifying his use of the royal badge to further his country’s aims, he says, “I am my own man, with my own ideas, and I am the product of my own generation. In that sense I hope that people assess me not on the basis of my inheritance but on the basis of my platform.”

Much of Pahlavi’s rhetoric is overly optimistic, plagued by the cultural essentialisms which dominate the West’s attitudes to the Middle East. When asked about the West’s part in contributing to the situation in Iran, the exiled Prince comments,“There are many aspects that are attractive to the average Iranian when he looks at the West holistically. Values, freedoms that they can exercise, which they come and see for themselves. When they come to these countries they have no worries. People seek this culture – and in many ways they want to show, and in many ways they demonstrate – their appreciation and their respect for that.

“It’s much more than a cultural thing, it’s to do with values, it’s recognising the values which are inherent in free societies which is the attraction. Equality is equality.

“Iran is one of the very few countries in the Middle East which had many of these values before the revolution and lost them. There was a time, not long ago, when an Iranian woman could drive at 2 o’clock in the morning, totally alone in her car across an a entire desert and nobody would dare stop her or attack her or intimidate her.”

Pahlavi’s attitude seems too hopeful. Too confident in the existence of “universal” values, in the inherent benevolence of the west, in the possibility of a peaceful revolution. And yet, as an exile, and a high-profile victim of the revolution, this is inspiring. Perhaps the only thing which can drive forward a movement of national liberation is an unwavering sense of hope in the face of all adversity.