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Interview: Peter Tatchell

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Peter Tatchell cuts a tall, slim, striking figure when you see him for the first time, but not in the way that you might expect from a politician or activist. He speaks clearly, with a distinctively deep voice and calm manner. After listening to him speak for a while, it’s possible to detect the slightest of hints of an Australian accent slipping in between syllables. Born in the 1950s in Australia, Tatchell has lived an extraordinarily varied and busy life since moving to UK.

Sceptics need not look any further than his political record. He first came to public prominence when he stood as Labour’s parliamentary candidate in Bermondsey in 1981 and when he was publicly condemned by then-Party Leader Michael Foot shortly after winning the nomination for writing an article in which he called for direct action against the Thatcher government. He later joined the Green Party, standing as their prospective parliamentary candidate in Oxford East from 2007 until 2009.

Is he a politician though? No, he tells me. “I’m a member and supporter of the Green Party… but I had to stand down as a parliamentary candidate in 2009.” I hesitate to ask why, but he senses my curiosity and fills me in on the details. “I had to stand down because of brain and eye injuries incurred when I was beaten up by neo-Nazis in Moscow.” He explains this in such an expressionless manner that it takes me somewhat aback

“Wow”, I remark clumsily, “not many people can say that.” He does not look impressed.

“I’m not heavily involved with the Green Party,” he continues, “because to ensure the success of my human rights work I have to be fairly neutral, because I’m trying to appeal to people of all parties and none… My Green Party work is not major.” I get the impression that for all his political activity, it is his current work on LGBT rights that is the source of all his energy.

The conversation turns to the position of members of the LGBT community in Britain. “More than half of all young kids suffer homophobic bullying at school, a third of LGBT people at school have suffered hate crimes,” he tells me. “An astonishingly high number. We see people singled out in all walks of life”, he says , “in the street, in clubs, in the work place.”

Despite the clear pressures though, Tatchell is definitely optimistic. He compares the current standing of LGBT members of our society to those of ethnic minorities in the past. He claims he’s not unconvinced by the idea put forward by some campaigners that homophobia is where racism was a few decades ago. In the speech he gave at Corpus Christi shortly before speaking to me, he insisted that at first sight, the recent introduction of same-sex marriage in the UK makes it look like “a battle won”. He goes on to make the case that, as a society, we’re not quite there yet. But he does make it clear that achieving same-sex marriage is “a remarkable achievement”, and one that came about with a pace that is uncharacteristic of most civil-rights movements.

When it comes to channelling his and many other people’s optimism, Tatchell has some clear ideas. On the subject of young people, I ask him, is it just a matter of education? He replies bluntly. “Yes,” he says. A pause follows, after which he adds, “the long-term solution is something like equality and diversity lessons in schools.” On top of this he is adamant that “prosecuting perpetrators is second best. It’s after the abuse has happened. What we want to do is prevent homophobic and transphobic abuse in the first place. That’s why early and on-going education is so important. It can very significantly reduce anti-LGBT hate crime.” This reminds me of something he said in his talk beforehand, namely that children are not born bigoted – it’s society that makes them narrow-minded.

Tackling head-on the values and communal views of a society is something Tatchell is not afraid of. Indeed, on a personal level Tatchell is no stranger to peril and challenging authority. After leaving school at 16, he became a keen surfer and mountain climber. He attributes his willingness to take political risks with this early exposure to the outdoors and to adventure. After moving from Australia to the UK in 1971, Tatchell helped organise sit-ins in pubs that refused to serve homosexuals. He campaigned against the Iraq war, and reportedly sustained severe injuries after attempting a citizen’s arrest on the President of Zimbabwe, Robert Mugabe. Twice.

If he is radical and adventurous by nature, however, he doesn’t let it show during the course of our interview. He sits opposite me, dressed in a shirt and tie, in one of the backrooms of Corpus Christi College, perhaps one of the most famous colleges in a university known more as the breeding ground for career politicians than for revolutionary activity.

Certainly his vision of achieving real change is entirely consistent with working within the law. He tells me that the government should be at the forefront of ensuring complete equality. “Governments need to ensure that sex and relationship education is mandatory in every school and that it is inclusive of LGBT issues and people. Likewise with HIV prevention, and safer sex education. There’s also a potentially valuable role to be played by equality and diversity lessons to challenge all forms of prejudice, including homophobia, transphobia.”

But sadly “parliament is often the last place to get the message”. And, when the government isn’t up for the job, it’s the ordinary person turned active campaigner that comes to the forefront. “Nearly all initiatives for progressive social reform start outside of parliament, often in marginal fringe groups and communities… with persistence and a good plan of action, ultimately they triumph. Protest is the lifeblood of democracy. Without it we’d still be living in the dark ages”.

One such community that is leading the way for the next wave of social reform is the transgender community. They’ve been subjected to increased discrimination up to this point.

“It’s partly because transgender people on the whole have not been as visible as lesbians, gays, and bisexuals. It’s also probably because trans issues make a lot of people uncomfortable in that they challenge traditional ideas of masculinity and feminism, they question gender norms that other people accept as natural and inevitable”.

Can this change though? Yes, suggests Tatchell. The idea that transgender individuals are unnatural is simply wrong. “That’s not the reality”, he says, before going on to point out the way existing campaigns have already improved the situation. He tells me, “sexuality and gender have a strong biological component, but they’re also subject to cultural influences and values. LGBT people have been at the forefront of presenting alternative ideas about what it means to be a man or a woman. Mostly we haven’t fitted the traditional gender stereotypes. In the process of educating and pressuring people to be more accepting of gender and sexual diversity, we’ve helped make Britain a gentler, kinder, more compassionate society.”

In terms of LGBT representation in society, we’ve come along leaps and bounds too. It’s no secret that there are vastly more LGBT people in the media, in sport, in politics. We’ve seen massive changes “compared even to just twenty years ago,” as Tatchell puts it. As a result, it “gives young LGBT people role models they can identify with and helps normalise homosexuality and transgenderism.”

But Britain’s not perfect. The same-sex marriage bill that parliament passed last year hasn’t resulted in total equality. Tatchell popularised the phrase ‘sexual apartheid’ several years ago. He told me, to my surprise, that the ban on gay marriage that existed until recently was very much a modern piece of legislation. The Marriage Act of 1971 was the first to criminalise same-sex marriage. Before then “there was no prohibition”.

He goes on to stress the fact that, although Britain has gone in the last half-century from one of the world’s countries with the highest number of laws discriminating against homosexuality to one of the world’s countries with the fewest, LGBT community members are still actively treated differently. Why do we need an extra set of laws for homosexuals when the government could simply have repealed the Marriage Act of 1971? Why should heterosexual couples be barred from civil-partnerships? These are the questions Tatchell wants answering. Because as it stands, “This is not equality. It is segregation in law.”

Tatchell argues that religious groups should also not be above the law, but that the same anti-discrimination legislation that businesses, governments, and individuals have to comply with should apply to religious organisations too.

Tatchell’s has long been one of the world’s most recognisable faces in the fight for social equality for the LGBT community. For someone like me, who hadn’t necessarily given much thought to the future of the LGBT community after the passing of the same-sex marriage legislation, he certainly makes an impression. And, as my limited time with him comes to a close, I can’t help but feel that, given his passion and drive, he won’t be going away any time soon.

Interview: The Last Lib Dem MEP

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On Sunday evening, Catherine Bearder had a near-death experience. Well, figuratively speaking. The literal part is how her party, the Liberal Democrats, were decimated during Sunday’s European election results. Last week, they had eleven MEPs, this week, just the one: her. Decimated, almost, in the true Roman military sense – a brutal inversion of it.

It was the first thing David Dimbleby commented on after the results for South East England came in. “Just worth noting – that’s the first Liberal Democrat seat held,” he said on the BBC’s late night marathon. “It’s very close,” remarked the relevant expert beside him. “They just crept in there with around 187,000 votes. If they’d got 180,000 they wouldn’t have got it.” 

Decimation was a punishment dished out to groups of Roman soldiers who deserted or mutinied. Some of the charges thrown at Bearder echo with comparable condemnation. You’ve broken ranks with the electorate, haven’t you? She vigorously denies this. “The latest poll I saw said 65% of the British public want to stay in the European Union. Less than 40% of the population voted at the election.

“The more worrying thing is why 60% of people didn’t vote. That is very serious in any democracy. People are so disconnected they didn’t feel it was worth ten minutes of their time walking down to the polling station.”

“We knew we were in for a tough fight, but I didn’t think we were going to be hit badly as we have been.”

Sceptics might hear complacency in these words. Martin Tod, a fellow high-ranking member of the party – and on the federal executive committee that runs it – thinks this is a real risk to the Liberal Democrats’ health. Live on the BBC’s programme, he dressed down Lib Dem Treasury Secretary Danny Alexander, leaving the senior minister nonplussed. “I’m really concerned… with the current strategy,” Tod rebuked. Something had to give. He implied ditching Nick Clegg, since having a national punchbag as party leader is no fun when you’re the one keeping it steady.

“I don’t agree with Martin on removing Clegg,” said Bearder. “We are a democratic party; we can ask for that if he gets enough support. If so, then we can move forward on that. But I’m confident he won’t find that support.

“We should be concentrating on our message, what we stand for, and delivering it to the electorate in most effective way. We failed in the election; we have to do better next time because we have MPs to defend.” A resolute rallying cry. But it’s easier to make war plans than go over the top. And if the apparatchiks don’t give Clegg the boot, the public might come for him in 2015. A leaked ICM poll commissioned by his own party supporters put the Liberal Democrats on 15% in his own Sheffield constituency, behind both Labour (20%) and the Conservatives (16%).

What of the new disrupters in European politics, UKIP, and their Wat Tyler, Nigel Farage? One thing’s patent: Bearder can’t stand him. Farage has a democratic right to be there, she concedes, but “I find some of the things he says eye-wateringly embarrassing for the UK. He uses [the European Parliament] as a platform for his own self-promotion.

“There is a feeling afoot that the European elections don’t matter, and you can give the government of the day a good kicking. Unfortunately, it does matter, because we’re now left with UKIP MEPs who don’t turn up to do the work.”

Out rolls an unflattering list of blasé UKIP callousness. “In the last Parliament we had a report calling for member states to increase sentencing and police cooperation on human trafficking – they voted against that. We had a report castigating Russia for homophobia – they voted against that. New rules that guarantee British victims of crime when visiting other European countries – they voted against that. Their policy of voting against everything on principle damages British citizens.”

Bearder holds out hope, however, describing UKIP as just an overrated blip. It’s “scaremongering”, she asserts, citing the absence of emigration figures as part of why it’s been so difficult to fight that argument. Alas though, her allusion to voter apathy in 1930s Germany as the alternative, look-what-happens-if-you-don’t scenario was a rather ironic riposte.

UKIP’s vote will “collapse” at next year’s general election, she insisted. “The academics, and history, tell us that people will swing back after a European election.” History is also cruel, especially to junior coalition partners. Only last year, at Germany’s general election, the Liberals (FDP) were totally eliminated after a one-term love-in with Angela Merkel’s conservative Christian Democrats (CDU). Comfort in theory and the past alone is a leap of faith. Bearder seems well aware of this.

“We need to say, ‘If you feel there’s too many people, is that because you haven’t got enough housing, jobs, or skills the newcomers have?’ We need to counteract xenophobic arguments with the truth, and address those problems. For students, I will be standing up for Erasmus, postgraduate and research funding as well.”

The Lib Dem package will be a tough sell to a tough crowd, and Bearder knows her life has just got harder. “I’m moving now into a 30-hour day,” she jokes. ‘Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag’ sang British soldiers as they set off for the Continent in bygone times. The Lib Dems’ last trooper, too, keeps her chin up. “At least I won’t have delegation meetings to go to – I just have to meet with myself!”

(published 30-05-14)

Athens: souvlaki and political graffiti

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What always amuses me about Greek air stewardesses is how they give you the absolute worst-case scenario disaster-related safety information and leave out the “Please make sure your seatbelt is securely fastened” spiel. This nation of cynics doesn’t give a toss about turbulence; when you’re genetically predisposed to neuroticism it’s really death that you’re worrying about when you pack yourself into a pressurised vessel some 30,000 feet above the ground. Grateful that death wasn’t on the cards just yet, my fellow passengers clapped heartily as we landed in Athens’ main airport in mid-February, but my mind was focused more on whether my classes at the university would actually start the following Monday following months of strikes, and less on our impending doom.

With my father (read: translator, ATM and all-round saviour) in tow, I was ready to start the second half of my year abroad in the land of feta, chiselled statues and economic woe. After an enlightening taxi ride from the airport to my new flat, during which the driver showed us the run-down Nazi building on the side of the motorway, assuring us that these were “the good Nazis” before throwing a Hitler salute – Golden Dawn alert – I was particularly happy to step out of that car and into the safer hands of my jolly Greek landlord, who had kindly filled my cupboards with some essentials: olive oil and three types of coffee. What else could one need?

Making Greek friends has been interesting, primarily because when I introduce myself as Theo Louloudis what they hear is “God Flower”. I’ve been sticking to Theodora and getting used to the subsequent barrage of questions. The problem is they can’t place me. Who is this faux deity? She looks Greek – she’s certainly got the name, plus a half-decent accent, marred by glaring gaps in her vocabulary, but whilst the Greek teenagers with half a brain ship themselves off to the UK or the States to study, she’s chosen to leave Oxford for the concrete jungle of Athens University.

Administrative problems surface often round here, perhaps because the Greeks’ laid-back approach means that nothing gets done before 10am and the idea of working past 4pm is laughable. After an hour and a half bickering with the local Vodafone salesman in an attempt to set up a phone contract without a Greek VAT number, we began to clock what the deal was. One 20 euro-loaded handshake later and I was texting friends all over the globe, making the most of the extra free texts that my new pal, Sotiris, had thrown in.

The dreaming spire is to Oxford what communist graffiti, broken windows and fag ends are to the University of Athens. Every surface is covered in scrawled slogans, only visible once you wade through the clouds of cigarette smoke wafting down each corridor. Whilst the Athenians are proud of their tradition of open political commentary and accompanying street art, the recent financial crisis has spurred the young to express their discontent with a scarily nihilistic vigour, which means that the university ain’t no oil painting.

But what the University lacks in aesthetics it makes up for in cheap coffee. While the spectrum of cultural events is nowhere near on a par with the diverse offerings of Paris or London (fair enough given the circumstances), the cafés are always full, because this is Greece, where the coffee break is a human right and people-watching is a well-practiced sport. Although someone is trying to tackle the nation’s inertia: “WAKE UP” is one of the ubiquitous graffiti tags found all over the city.

I ought to say that despite my frustrations, Athens is certainly not a fun-free zone. Pay in cash and you’ll bag yourself a hefty discount, giving shops a get-out-of-jail-free card from declaring their true income; tax avoidance is a national sport here, and boy do they play it well. Life is inexpensive anyway, and if the cheap ouzo doesn’t do the trick, the weather can’t fail to put one in a good mood. And despite the strikes, the protests, the idleness and the astonishing lack of functional technology, who could scorn a nation with such fondness for the British? While the French spoke of “binge drinking”, “sluts” and “deeezgusteeng fud”, the Greeks take the more sensible view that our women are all Kate Middleton, our politicians all amiable (if bumbling) Boris Johnson figures and our drinking culture a hell of a lot of fun.

I’m the first to admit that my decision to move to Greece was a curious one. My Greek cousins had scarpered from Athens at the first opportunity, choosing pretty much any university they could scramble their way into, so it was much to their surprise, that i undertook a reverse journey.

I’m really happy here though, and things look set to stay that way, provided my local souvlaki joint doesn’t run out of meat, the sun keeps shining, and the country doesn’t cease to exist before the end of June.

Creaming Spires – 6th week Trinity

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He may be at LMH, or live so far down Cowley that you’re fairly sure you’ve reached the ring road, or Christ, maybe even in Summertown, and the next morning you will have no idea how to get home. Google maps on a dying iPhone may try and show you the way, but when you get stuck in the grounds of Hugh’s and have to scale over a stone wall at half past three in the morning onto Banbury road – and are questioned by a porter as a suspected thief (the only thing stolen was my dignity) – you begin to question just why you have gone to the literal ends of the earth for a semi-decent fuck. You’ve been hit with an Outlier.

There are two ways you have ended up here – either you left Bridge and he gave you no clue as to quite how long the walk was, and you kept going, convinced by your achingly horny drunk alter-ego that it was just around the corner, or you did something slightly more shameful: the ‘Sober Day Trip’.

The shameful sober day-trip happened for the first time when I ran into an acquaintance in the city centre – in WHSmiths, the library, McDonald’s, and we ended up gradually traversing our way across the city via cafes and pubs that got closer and closer to his room. It was such a gradual migration that I barely even noticed until I was suddenly far, far away from the centre and it was still light out – being summer – and I didn’t want to do an essay. So we fucked, on a large and sturdy desk (that far out they have lots of space) because what else was there to do out there in the virtual wilderness?

I was sure that only townies and Brookes students lived this far away, but I knew that leaving the next morning would be OK because, hey, I was in day clothes, even though the walk would be hell. On this particular sober daytrip, I actually spent the next day in the same clothes because I a) am lazy b) I couldn’t be bothered to change and c) bantz. I’m all for shagging the odd outlier or two – it’s a great way to see the city, though the sex may be fairly dull because you’re both knackered from the journey – but next time, make sure to bring a bike.

Houmous Girl – 6th week Trinity

Rower Lad sat alone in his room.

He had awoken abruptly with a mouth that was simultaneously as dry as sandpaper and as sticky as his noxious armpits. His hand was adhering to the side of his face, glued in place with what seemed to be garlic mayo.

Clutching his stomach, which was churning like an erg machine gone haywire, he blundered heavily to his feet. The vision in the mirror might have been a half-Blue, but it was only about 20% human. The other 80% was a desperate blend of jello shots, lycra and regret.

This, he thought, was surely it. As Houmous Girl fled the pub, he had thought of pursuing her. But though the spirit was willing, the flesh was weak, and the spirits he had drowned his sorrows in were stronger than both put together. Sorrow rose in his chest like vomit. Abruptly, he realised the sensation he was experiencing was in fact vomit rising like sorrow, and rushed across his room to the sink. How had it come to this? 

Houmous Girl sat alone in her room.

The cup of tea that Worryingly Intense Girl had mutely pressed into her hand had grown cold, but Houmous Girl’s heart still burned with an inflammatory rage that no amount of camomile tea could extinguish.

How dare Rower Lad turn up with those arsehole mates of his? Rugby Lad’s big red stupid shiny Jaeger-glazed face seemed to swim in front of her.

And yet Rower Lad himself had seemed so sad and confused. And only the other day, during a nuanced intellectual debate about whose turn it was to take the fucking bins out, Obnoxiously Opinionated Guy had pointed out that Nietzsche viewed resentment as a manifestation of inner weakness rather than of self-respect. Admittedly, he had been talking about the specifically Nietzchean despair inspired by a leaky binliner full of Styrofoam kebab trays in the hallway: but there were certain inescapable parallels between that malodorous sack of meaty scraps and Rower Lad himself. And he had looked so very forlorn…

Rower Lad sat alone in his room.

There was a knock at the door.

Varsity punting to take centre stage on the river

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Punting is a must for any Oxford student in Trinity term, offering a great way to relax and absorb the sunshine. Since the tradition began during the reign of Victoria, thousands of students head down to the River Cherwell down by Magdalen Bridge to cruise through Christ Church Meadow and beyond.

However, there are other lesser-known spots throughout the city, such as on the River Isis by Port Meadow. Punting is surprisingly accessible on the Thames above the tidal limit at Teddington; even in places where the river is broad, it is often surprisingly shallow, especially near the banks.

Although it may sound like a rather leisurely sport, punt racing at its highest level is actually a very fast-paced affair requiring real upper body strength and a mastery of the technique. Punt racing has existed on the Thames since the 1880s, and unsurprisingly it was not long before Oxford and Cambridge hosted a race between the two universities – with the first mention of a race in the early 20th century. Since then, many races have been held between the two universities, and this year a race will be contested between Oxford and Cambridge for the first time since 2007. In this special feature, Cherwell looks back to the last Varsity punt race seven years ago.

The 2007 Punt Race was an exciting and fast-paced affair held in Cambridge during May Bumps (their equivalent of Summer Eights). Racing occurred in pairs and the cup was contested over a series of five races. Four races down, and the two teams were tied; the result would thus come down to the final race. Yet Oxford’s top pair, Alex Dickens and Andy Cohen, had been forced into the bank by a little of the Tabs’ infamous trickery in a previous race and the reserve team had to be called in.

In the final race, Cambridge, as was their plan, pushed forward over the first 30 yards. But they tired, the result of a recognizably poor fitness regime. Seizing their chance, Oxford’s daring reserve duo surged past, edging across the line in what some would call a photo finish.

The punting rivalry between the two universities extends beyond the river though, with the naming of the punting equipment differing between cities. The ‘punter’ stands at the rear of the punt, named the ‘box’ in Cambridge, but the ‘swim’ in Oxford. A pedantic difference perhaps encapsulates the age-old rivalry that has been held between the two universities.

This year, the Varsity punt race returns with a vengeance for the first time since the dramatic 2007 Oxford victory to be contested on the River Cam in the heart of the Other Place, on Wednesday of 7th Week.

Trials for the team were held on the Cherwell in third week, and the Oxford punting authorities can report that there are lots of beginners making up a an highly promising team.

Anyone interested in taking a casual punting habit to the next level, and perhaps even challenging our Cantabrian rivals should contact Will Tomsett at [email protected].

Trinity storm to victory in Cuppers five-a-side tournament

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Thursday of 5th week saw the five-a-side Cuppers tournament come to its conclu- sion during an exciting finals day at Iffley Road. Trinity College took the trophy after a successful tournament on the pitch, which more than made up for their paltry five points from twelve games in the JCR First Division.

To begin our run-through of a finals day, let’s start with the last eight matches which kicked off the occasion. The first quarter-final match saw Exeter 2nds knock out last year’s winners St. Hugh’s 1sts with a 1-0 victory. A goal from Chris Bennett was enough to see them through to the semis.

Pembroke 3rds played Keble 1B in the second quarter. With the Pembroke side fielding four Blues players in their starting five, it was perhaps unsuprising that they won the match 2 – 0. Clinically-taken goals from Rich Lloyd and Leo Barnes sealed them a place in the semis, and having made it that far without conceding a goal, they were looking like a good bet to win.

New 1sts beat St. Anne’s 3rds 3 – 0, with two goals from Stephen Hayes and one from Mike Feeney in the third quarter-final. This was a shame for a talented Anne’s side which included Pepe patrolling the defence (sadly not that Pepe though).

In the last quarter final, Trinity 1sts beat Wad- ham 2nds 2 – 1, with their goals coming from the Blues Varsity match’s man of the match, Michael Moneke, and David Baker. The goal of the tournament then came from Wadham’s Jeremy Stothart, who fired in a wonderful vol- ley to get his team back in the match, but the whistle blew soon after, and the semi-finalists were decided.

The first semi-final was contested between Pembroke and Exeter. Pembroke continued to defend well and successfully maintained their clean sheet streak, beating the Turl Street side 2 – 0. Two goals from Tom Brown – one from distance, and a brilliant solo effort – secured their place in the final.

The second semi-final saw Trinity play New. A shocker from New’s goalkeeper allowed Trinity to take the lead with a goal from Nicholas Hobhouse. Tim Wade’s effort – which would have dragged New back into contention – was ruled out for being inside the area. Two quickfire goals from next year’s Blues captain Ezra Rubenstein then stopped any hope of a New come-back, and saw Trinity into the final with a 3 – 0 victory.

The playoff for third place saw seven goals, with New beating Exeter 5 – 2. Exeter’s goals came from Ben Dobson, and New’s came from Tim Wade, Raphael Rifkin-Zybutz, and a Matt Wood hat trick.

The final between Trinity and Pembroke saw the tournament’s top goal scorers face off against a team that were yet to concede in the tournament. The match got off to a shaky start with both teams displaying nerves. Rubenstein spurned an early chance for Trinity, but his teammate, Moneke, was on form to prevent Rich Lloyd from putting Pembroke ahead with a last-ditch sliding tackle in front of goal.

Soon after, Moneke struck from long distance to put Trinity 1 – 0 ahead. This was followed by a solid strike from Rubenstein to double their lead going into half time.

The second half got off to a faster start with Moneke hitting the post early on. Rubenstein showed his class – and why he’s the most capped Blues footballer on record – by bursting the net with a wonder strike after being fouled in the opposition’s half. He went on to complete his hat trick with a back heel flick that saw Trinity win the tournament.

Cherwell Sport spoke to Ezra Rubenstein, who was voted player of the tournament, after the match. Delighted with his team’s performance in the final he said, “Who needs a keeper?” He then reflected on the tournament by saying, “Wadham gave us our best game in the quarter-final, and I didn’t think the final against Pembroke would be that easy.”

The team of the tournament, including four subtitutes was made up of Ben Szreter of Wadham in goal, Josh Vivian (Wadham), Pepe (St. Anne’s), Ezra Rubenstein (Trinity), and Dan Ginger (Keble). On the bench were Fred Ellis (Trinity), Mike Moneke (Trinity), Matt Metcalfe (Wadham) and Tom Brown (Pembroke).

 

 

Cherwell live tweet the #OxfordUnionVigil

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Over 100 people have gathered outside the Oxford Union in a vigil to protest the “casual response” to rape allegations against Union President Ben Sullivan.

This follows the Union’s decision to avoid a vote of no confidence in Sullivan last week.

Sullivan was arrested on 7th May on suspicion of rape and attempted rape and subsequently released on bail without charge.

Since then, the Oxford Union has come under criticism from students and the wider public. Several of this term’s planned speakers have cancelled engagements at the Union, including Tawakkol Karman, Julie Meyer, Eric Whitacre, and Norman Finkelstein. Other speakers, like philosopher A.C. Grayling, have defended their decisions to attend on the basis that Sullivan is innocent until proven guilty.

Get the most recent updates on Twitter here.

Students and Oxford townspeople speaking at outside the Union #OxfordUnionVigil pic.twitter.com/UTcdRJVsJT

— Cherwell (@Cherwell_Online) June 5, 2014

Worcester victorious at Corpus Tortoise race

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Last Sunday saw Corpus Christi’s annual Tortoise Fair take place. The event, this year attended by thousands of students and residents of Oxford, centres around a thrilling and surprisingly fast paced inter-collegiate tortoise race.

Corpus JCR voted to donate all proceeds to Oxford’s Mind Your Head campaign.

Worcester College triumphed in this year’s race, with Zoom and Shelly taking first and second place respectively. The duo had previously come second and third last year.

“Zoom had a lot of pressure on him with a name like that”, explained one observer, “but he handled it well.”

Hopes of a home victory were dashed as the race officials announced Foxe, Corpus’s entrant, had been “disqualified for assaulting another tortoise”.

Corpus Christi President, Richard Carwardine, acted as head official and took charge of the proceedings.

Worcester’s Tortoise Representative revealed to Cherwell, “Any talk of a steward’s inquiry is just hot air… The competition just wasn’t that good to be honest”.

“It’s disappointing that he let his frustrations out in the race”, explained Corpus Tortoise Keeper Arthur Harris of Foxe’s actions. “But hopefully next year it’ll be his year.”

Second year lawyer Aled Jones revealed a potential source of Foxe’s problems. “Unfortunately Foxe’s partner Oldham died over the summer”, he explained. “It was terribly sad.”

The competition, which some sources have claimed traces its origins back to the 1920s, also saw the debut of Hope and Faith, tortoise siblings of around five years in age. The Oxford-based sisters faced competition from reptiles as old as eighty and based as far away as London.

Alex Doody, a first year at Exeter, expressed his admiration for the participants. “They were so quick”, he said. “They were like Tort-athletes… One of them was like Usain Tortoise Bolt!”

Corpus Christi college itself was shell-shocked earlier this year when Oldham, the Corpus Tortoise, died in late August.

The tortoise had a long battle with ‘fly-strike’, whereby a wound in his carapace became infested with fly eggs and maggots, weakening him severely.

The news was broken in an email from the JCR President to all Corpus student. “Oldham, one of our favourite tortoises died over the summer… I don’t really know how to handle the news.

“This will be discussed at the first JCR meeting of term and if anyone needs to talk to someone please look towards the peer supporters, who are there for these moments.”