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Tales of the River

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People have swum in lakes and rivers for centuries. In the early 19th century, Lord Byron swam across the Hellespont in Turkey, thus bridging the gap between Europe and Asia. A century ago outdoor swimming clubs were to be found across the country sporting exciting names such as ‘The New Town Water Rats’.  It’s only really with full industrialisation and urbanisation that we have foregone open water for the sanitized and chlorinated water of indoors. Pollution may take some of the blame, but perhaps it’s because we’re just lazier and more accustomed to our home comforts that we grimace of the prospect of entering water that might be below 20 degrees Celsius.  

Yet reasons to be afraid of outdoor swimming are decreasing. Our waterways are cleaner than they once were. The Thames of the 1950s only supported eels due to pollution levels. Now it’s teeming with all kinds of aquatic life, thanks to stricter environmental regulations. We may imagine that only pristine mountain springs are clean enough to bathe in, but indeed many of the rivers that flow through our biggest cities are now clean enough. The Thames, the Tyne and Salford Quays (near Manchester) all attract their fair share of swimmers. It’s also far easier to swim in open waters thanks to breakthroughs in equipment and technology. Just glancing around at the Great North Swim reveals the variety of purchases that the budding swimmer can make. These include specially designed wetsuits, along with open water goggles (tinted in case of bright sunlight and with a wider lens to enable you to see what’s going on around you). Then you get the just plain bizarre items- waxes to prevent wetsuits from chaffing, and even special sprays to prevent goggles from misting up in cold water conditions. There’s also so much more to motivate us to get out into the wild and swim. The sport has a number of role models- take Cassie Patten who represented Team GB at the Olympics in the sport (a new event in 2008), at both Beijing and London. There’s also TV stars such as Robson Green and David Walliams who have made documentaries about the sport- with David Walliams swimming the length of the Thames. 

You can even make a holiday of it. SwimTrek offer swimming holidays in the UK and across the world. I myself have done two such tours in the Isles of Scilly and the Hebrides. Often these holidays take place amid island groups and you swim from island to island (accompanied by support boat). The truly stunning locations are worth   it. In the Hebrides I successfully braved the gulf of Corryvreckan- the second largest whirlpool in the world. Cross it at the wrong time and you will be swept under by the current, never to be seen again; George Orwell had a close encounter with death here. It was an eventful trip, carried out in both the sea and lochs, at the time supported by a boat driven by a grumpy man who constantly complained of the weight of our bags. One of the guys in my party even experienced a playful nip on the foot by seal pup. 

So back to the Great North Swim. It is the biggest such event in the UK, and has been going strong for 5 years now. It takes place every June, in front of the picturesque Low Wood hotel on the shores of Lake Windermere.  You can choose to enter the 1/2 mile, 1 and 2 mile or 5km swims.  Like the London marathon and the Great North Run it attracts celebrities, and two of the starters were team GB athletes. It’s very safe- you are monitored by a small flotilla of rescue boats and kayaks. Should you get into difficulty you will be picked up very quickly. Wetsuits are more or less compulsory, and in addition to that you wear a coloured swimming hat .The swim also operates a sophisticated timing-chip system, allowing you to see your time online.  

The moments before the swim itself are full of apprehension. As you run down the slipway you have to jostle for space alongside fellow swimmers, which continues in the water. As you enter the water you ‘fwaw fwaw’- the technical term to describe your tentative first strokes as you react to the water temperature, and get the shock of your life. As you are hemmed in by others space is at a premium, and thus the lake resembles a pool of piranhas. The upshot is that in swimming behind someone you don’t have to cope with as much water resistance, and you don’t have to look up out of the water to see where you are going, as you are just following the people in front. Then again, looking in the water is somewhat disconcerting, as here you can’t see the bottom, so your main thoughts are ‘WHAT IS DOWN THERE??’ It doesn’t help that every so often dead bodies are found in the lakes of the Lake District, or for that matter rumours of lake monsters.  

But on with the swim I press, and I focus on technique. It helps to keep your elbows relatively high, and to let your arms do the work (instead of your legs), and if you can breathe on both sides it helps also. As I swim further into the lake I begin to look around, and I really get a sense of the beauty of the surrounding landscape. Here the term ‘wild swimming’ is most applicable, as I gaze from the lake up to the Langdale mountains. In terms of surroundings, wild swimming is a hundred times better than your local swimming pool- no matter how attractive the tile work happens to be there. And as for the cold, you begin to adjust very rapidly. After a while you end up preferring the exhilarating freshness of cold water to the heated and chlorinated stuff in the pool. Mineral rich fresh water (or salty sea water) are bound to do far more good for your skin than the chlorine is. 

I’m now approaching the end of the course. I’m guided all the time by luminous coloured buoys which mark the route across the lake. As I get out onto the slipway a team of lifeguards help me out. Then I make it to the finish line to pick up a bag of free goodies (which includes a bag of pistachios, a bottle of Powerade, water, and some shower gel, as well as a t-shirt and medal. Not bad.). This is followed by a quick dry off and then the drive home (broken halfway with the promise of well-deserved fish and chips). Even though I’ll be far from the majestic beauty of the Lake District or the coast in Oxford, there are plenty of good sites nearby. Port Meadow and the Cherwell are popular (as anyone who has fallen off a punt knows). Oxford dons established a naked bathing site at Parsons Pleasure in 1852. Legend has it a number of students came past the sunbathing dons in a punt. The dons, startled, covered their modesty, all except one who placed a flannel over his head stating “My students know me by my face”. 

OED’s new ‘marriage’ definition to include same-sex couples

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As it currently stands, the OED’s definition reads: “Noun: The formal union of a man and a woman, typically as recognized by law, by which they become husband and wife.”

Only in a reference does the definition say marriage could also be “(in some jurisdictions) a union between partners of the same sex.”

The new definition will no doubt be similar to that used by the Merriam-Webster dictionary, which defines marriage as: “1): The state of being united to a person of the opposite sex as husband or wife in a consensual and contractual relationship recognized by law. 2): The state of being united to a person of the same sex in a relationship like that of a traditional marriage”.

The OED will change its definition due to the Same Sex Couples Act, first introduced to parliament in the January of this year, and which received Royal Assent on Wednesday 17 July. This recent legislation legalised same-sex marriage in England and Wales. As such, the meaning of the word ‘marriage’ has altered somewhat.

A press spokeswoman for Oxford University said, “We are constantly monitoring usage in this area in order to consider what revisions and updates we may need to make. It’s worth pointing out that, as the OED is distinct from other dictionaries in being a historical record of the language, meanings of the past will remain, even while language changes and new ones are added.”

Matthew Wigens, former LGBTQ representative for St. Catherine’s College, told Cherwell, “Although some people may consider this some substantive development, it really isn’t. They [the OED] have merely reflected a change on the law where it would be inaccurate not to.

“This in mind, the change of definition by the OED shouldn’t spark new debate. The time for debate was before the Marriage (Same-sex Couples) Bill was signed into law. Only if the bill seriously misrepresented public opinion to the point that repeal would be on the table would this be a time for debate.

“I am pleased to see that the OED have been quick to respond to the change in definition, but it is to be expected of the prestigious dictionary.”

Bo Guagua enrolls at Columbia Law School

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Bo Guagua, the son of disgraced Chinese diplomat Bo Xilai, has reportedly enrolled at Columbia Law School in New York, in order to continue his studies in the US.

The news emerged last week after a journalist for Chinese magazine Caixin tweeted a screen-shot of the Columbia University student directory. The web page lists Bo Guagua’s name, student number and university email address.

Experts believe that Mr Bo, who was an undergraduate at Balliol College, Oxford, is unlikely to ever return to China following the imprisonment of his mother, Gu Kailai, for the murder of British businessman Neil Heywood.

She claimed at her trial that she poisioned Heywood after he threatened the safety of her son.

Bo Guagua’s father, Bo Xilai, is expected to stand trial for corruption in China in the coming weeks, after the investigation into Heywood’s murder exposed a network of corruption in the Communist Party.

Last week the LA Times reported claims that Bo Xilai may have struck a deal with prosecutors in order to protect his son.

One of their political commentators, Hu Ping, a Chinese exile based in New York, wrote, “If the old man doesn’t accept his crimes, they’ll go after his son. Bo Xilai has to cooperate with the authorities to make sure his son can avoid trouble.”

Sex hormones linked to breast cancer, new research shows

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The study, undertaken by Oxford University, revealed that pre-menstrual women with high levels of sex hormones such as oestrogen and testosterone were between a fifth and a third more likely to develop breast cancer than women with low levels of the hormones.

Professor Tim Key of the Cancer Epidemiology Unit at the University of Oxford said, “While the link between higher levels of sex hormones and breast cancer is well established in older, postmenopausal women, it’s much less clear what effect hormones have on cancer risk in younger, premenopausal women.

“But from this study we can say there appears to be a link, which has important implications for understanding the biology of breast cancer and for planning future research.”

The study also researched the effect of smoking and alcohol on sex levels. The researchers discovered that women who smoked 15 or more cigarettes a day, or drank two or more glasses of wine a day, had higher levels of the male sex hormones compared with women who didn’t smoke or didn’t drink.

Data on hormone levels in the blood of 760 premenopausal women with breast cancer and of 1,700 without was looked at from seven previous scientific studies. The report has been published in The Lancet.

Although 80% of those diagnosed with breast cancer are over fifty, 10,000 women under fifty are diagnosed with the disease every year.

Cancer charities have welcomed the news. Cancer Research UK commented, “With one in five breast cancers now diagnosed in women under 50 it’s important that we find out as much as we can about what increases the risk for younger women. We don’t yet know why having higher levels of some sex hormones might increase a woman’s risk so further research is needed to investigate this link.”

Interview: Katie Hopkins

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Katie Hopkins is hell-bent upon becoming the go-to bitch for television producers in need of a cheap villain to fill sofa space, capitalising on her notorious appearance on ITV’s ‘This Morning’.  From the beginning of our interview, she makes it clear she is here to “say what you can’t say anymore”. She is a pawn in the tiresome narrative of breakfast chat shows, perpetuating a meaningless cycle of scandal, outcry and comment. 

She accuses me of being “the sort of person who believes in climate change”, in a provocative non-sequitur with no relevance our conversation. On one level, she is evidently attempting to keep the camera focused on her by inspiring fresh outrage. 

For example, I believe that parents almost always seek the best possible life for their children. Hopkins does not. “I don’t believe every mother wants what’s best for their baby,” she says. “[Single teenage mothers] want what’s best for themselves. And what’s best for them is doing very little to support their children.” She goes on to tell me in absolute seriousness how “young mums… take KFC home, stick it in the blender and feed it to their babies.”  This is precisely the sort of pantomime nonsense which makes Hopkins so easy to revile. 

In doing so, though, lefties like myself run the risk of engaging in dangerous and hypocritical snobbery of our own. The vitriol Hopkins peddles on daytime TV is being drip-fed into the nation daily, and must be taken seriously, representative as it is of a far wider culture of disdain. In these days of debt, unemployment and uncertainty, it is easy to see the appeal of Hopkins’ economic and educational ideology that “you have to let people fail”. 

She spells out her views in simple terms: “I think that hierarchy is a great way of sorting life and I think that shortcuts are a great way of making hierarchy work and I think that the class system is the best system that perfectly matches this hierarchy.” In other words, your position in the “hierarchy” of society is decided by a series of value judgements based on arbitrary “shortcuts” such as class, race, gender, appearance and even name. 

“[For everyone] to be educated the same? to have the same chance?” To Hopkins, these are empty aspirations — there is not enough money in the economy for everyone to be financially secure and well-educated, and so some must fail that others may succeed. She sees the class system as “much more effective than any social policy” in determining who is able to access higher education — who will succeed, and who will fail. Private schools are an “efficient way of processing highly intelligent individuals… into elite institutions”, because the children who deserve to succeed are naturally to be found amongst the upper classes. 

In contrast, there is no room in the state educational system for struggling children whose parents cannot spare the time to help with homework or the money for private tuition. “If the parents aren’t going to take responsibility”, Hopkins expects primary-age pupils to fend for themselves.  “At a certain age, around 8 years old, you can recognise either you are going to do something about that or you’re not.” 

Rich children “are funnelled into private schools” which “turn them into fantastically inquisitive minds”. Children of equal academic potential, who come from homes where there is less money and less time to spare, are mere intellectual collateral. “It’s harsh,” says Hopkins, “but life is harsh.”

We also discuss other “shortcuts”, such as the use of racial profiling by the police. To Hopkins, it is simple. “The ratio of black people that are found to have committed crime is greater. And so we are therefore making those shortcuts… now clearly I’m not suggesting racism is a great idea. I’m merely saying there are shortcuts that exist.” It should be noted that racial profiling makes no difference whatsoever to crime figures, according to the Equality and Human Rights Commission. (She is careful to tell me that “nobody can use race any more” when making value judgements between people. I will let those two words, “any more”, speak for themselves.) 

Hopkins is as scornful of the campaign for women’s rights as she is of the right of black people to a fair criminal process. “Do I believe there’s a lot of inequality around? No, I don’t.” To her, feminism is a matter of “special treatment” and mere semantics, and she talks dismissively of all-male golf clubs and all-female literary prizes when the topic is broached.  In fact, she tells me, “the equality brigade has managed to get themselves far more than equal”. Moments later, Hopkins freely admits that she would always “pick the man” when choosing between otherwise equal candidates for a job, as she “knows the cost of maternity leave”. 

Hopkins does not “believe in the world of –isms”. This is despite statistical evidence that working-class women continue to learn far less than their male counterparts, as this study by the Institute for Public Policy Research shows. All this proves is that “there are idle people in this world, and there are grafters.” 

“Money is very easy to come by if you do nothing”, she tells me. “Until we cap benefits at £20,000 a year, we will never find the workforce we are looking for.” Two and a half million people in the UK are currently unemployed- but Katie Hopkins has the solution. “You have to create your own job. Ask twenty people if you can take their bins out for them. Ask thirty people if you can mow their lawn. Just knock on a door.” It is simple — an entire generation can drag itself out of unemployment by doing each other’s chores.

According to Hopkins, single mothers only “want to find an easy way of getting their kid through life”. She seeks to absolve us of our corporate responsibility to help those at the bottom of the economic ladder, by perpetuating the toxic delusion that life on benefits is anything other than an endless struggle. “I don’t think a lot of mothers want what’s best for their baby. I think a lot of mothers what is best for them, and what is best for them is doing frankly very little to support their children.”

If she were an Oxford admissions tutor, Hopkins assures me she wouldn’t “want a Tyrone in her tutor group” when she could have a “Cecil”. That is to say, she would favour an upper-class applicant over a working-class student. “It’s a case of being true to what you’ve learnt… not many Tyrones I’ve had the misfortune to meet have been terribly nice.” Hopkins wants everyone to know their place. The working class should not aspire to a university education, for that is the preserve of the rich elite. She tells me that people “look up to Oxford because it is the hierarchy.” 

Hopkins’ argument is that “it is not the responsibility of the state [and] it is not the responsibility of the taxpayer” to help children who do not get the academic help they need from their parents. However, failure to invest in state schools will leave thousands of potential high-achievers without the training they need to support Britain’s gradual financial recovery, rather than achieving Hopkins’ stated aim of “getting this economy streamlined” by saving money in the short-term.

This is not a matter of what Hopkins terms “vengeful social mobility”. It is simply a matter of ensuring that the best possible people get the best possible training to give British businesses the best possible future employees. She is “sickened… by social mobility clauses” which make allowances for the different levels of education and support university applicants have received. But higher education exists to provide the economy with the scientists and businessmen and innovators it needs, irrespective of their social background. Oxford should embody not hierarchy but opportunity. 

Katie Hopkins believes that the poor are poor because they are lazy, and that the rich are rich because they are talented and hard-working. This is a lie. Although she contends that “we all buy into this shortcut system” where we can be judged on our social standing, class has nothing to do with the degree you can study or the career you can follow.  

It would be useless to tell Hopkins the truth — that snobbery is as groundless as racism, and that the word “chav” is as dehumanising as the word “nigger”. The value of human life evidently means nothing to her. However, you do not need a sense of social responsibility to see how these generalisations are hurting our economy.

All of Katie Hopkins’ “shortcuts” (and this is a word she repeats more than any other) seem to make life much easier. They distract us from the true causes of our poverty, debt and despair by making monsters of the innocent. They absolve us of our duty of care toward the vulnerable. But they also prevent whole generations from realising their academic and economical potential. They must be resisted. We cannot afford to do otherwise.

Bridge of Sigh-cle ride for Hertford Principal

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The Principal of Hertford College, Will Hutton, will cycle from Oxford’s Bridge of Sighs to Venice’s Bridge of Sighs next July, to mark one hundred years since his college’s building of the famous Oxford landmark.

Hutton sent out an email to Hertford students asking for their help in the attempt to carry out the challenge, set to take place over two weeks next July.

In the email, Hutton said, “Over the next twelve months we celebrate the centenary of our iconic bridge and in thinking about ways to celebrate, the idea of a sponsored cycle ride from the Hertford bridge to the Bridge of Sighs in Venice was mooted.

“This idea has increasingly caught my imagination, and over the last few days I have decided to do it – providing we can make it work. Believe me, at about a thousand miles over a fortnight next July this will be probably the most physically challenging thing I have ever done – and just the preparation is a daunting prospect.”

Although Hutton intends to hire a professional company to help with the organisation of the trip, he is also keen for Hertford students to become actively involved. As his email explained, “I am looking for a group of individuals who can share my enthusiasm for this idea and help get it off the ground.

“No, you don’t have to commit to ride with me, although you will be most welcome – my aspiration is to tap into the wider Hertford community rather than have the whole project driven by an outside contractor.”

About half a dozen students will be asked to help Hutton in four areas – route planning, technical support, accommodation and transport. He says that he already has two possible routes planned.

Hutton will formally announce the idea in September, when the centenary of the Bridge of Sighs will be celebrated by Hertford College with a series of lectures on the Bridge’s history, the screening of a short documentary about it, and a drinks reception and party.

Hertford’s Bridge of Sighs was designed and built in 1913 and now connects the two main college buildings, spanning New College Lane. It was first opened in January 1914. The Bridge of Sighs in Venice, or the Ponte dei Sospiri, was built in 1602 and connects the New Prison to the interrogation rooms in the Doge’s Palace.

The distance between them is 757 miles, just under the length of the famous John O’Groats to Land’s End ride in the UK, at about 840 miles.

Let’s not spoil all the fun: A response to Marc Pacitti

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Marc Pacitti has just written a very thought provoking piece on this website, giving a republican perspective on the birth of the royal baby. In the first instance there are some things that he writes about which are I think certainly of merit.

He is for instance right to identify the friction between royalty and celebrity and the problems that this has caused – the 1990s being its best example. Royalty’s identification as celebrity produces problems in its ability to perform its constitutional role; but the media hopefully is learning lessons from the horrors of its behaviour in recent years.  

He is also right to identify the complexities associated with the Head of State sharing responsibilities as Head of the Church of England in our twenty first century secular society. We cannot expect an eighty six year old Queen – who is in all regards – a devout Christian to change this function radically anytime soon, but Prince Charles’s plans to be Defender of Faith as well as Defender of the Faith should certainly go some way to healing these issues.

But Marc’s piece does not, in all its significant length, identify what is arguably the basis for Monarchy’s survival – that it has to evolve, change and modernize. In order to survive the Monarchy has to move with the times – it is not a museum piece; it has to reflect the society at which it is at the head. As far back as Queen Victoria and Prince Albert the Monarchy has done this, through to George V’s use of radio and creation of the Windsor brand to Prince Philip’s 1960s modernizing programme and most recently the bringing forward of the new generation.

Marc quotes Christopher Hitchens in his piece, fortunately not associating himself with the belated writer’s aggressiveness and obsession to be right and throw compassion and pragmatism out of the window in the process. I have no intention of writing here to Hitchens’s (or Pacitti’s, for that matter!) depths but let me just put forward a few of the reasons, which I seem to share with a great number of people, for why what this royal baby represents works and is so special.

First, the monarchy is relevant – it performs that vital task of bringing our contemporary life together with our historical past. Monarchy provides a symbol of national unity around which we can all, regardless of our background gather. You only had to stand on The Mall on the evening of the Diamond Jubilee concert to experience that awesome sensation in practice.

Second, of course Marc is right to recognize the drawbacks of heredity – there are many. It is certainly the case that heredity cannot guarantee us that Prince George will, all going well, turn out to be a suitable King. In an age when we (quite rightly) care a lot less about royal etiquette and educate sovereigns much better, these risks are eliminated a lot less though. Heredity has less drawbacks than other methods of producing a Head of State. An elective monarchy for example would produce a scramble for social distinction and simply enlarge our awful culture of party politics. Who would want David Cameron or Tony Blair as a monarch? Who would show them the same kinds of affection we show the monarchy as it is? An elective monarchy would lose the monarchy’s central benefit – its reconciling character.

Of course, the greatest charge that many produce against the monarchy is its cost. But this can in practice come to no fruition. Even if one disregards the hugely significant levels of money the monarchy brings to this country’s economy through tourism, the Monarchy still runs at a significant profit. No longer do minor members of the royal family receive money from the state and nor, in a way, does the Queen because of the method of surrendering the Crown Estates’ profits to the treasury. If you were to put a number on it, which is difficult to do, then it would probably cost around 52p per head, which is far less than Heads of State in other countries. There is certainly a case for a republic and there is a case for a proper monarchy, but nobody wants a mean monarchy – where would the fun be in that?

In a final recall to Marc I have to tell him that I am not alone in my thoughts here – the numbers show that most of us support, and feel great affection for the monarchy. Probably, on principle, many objections can be leveled against it. Many of them are certainly fair – though I hope I have been able to respond to a few of them here, albeit briefly.

Put that aside, there are times when things work and are special for reasons which we cannot explain. The monarchy is an example of that and we would be very stupid indeed to let something as unique as it go. The birth of Prince George only reinforces the importance of the monarchy as an institution. We only have to look at what happened last time we got rid of a King to convince ourselves of the merits of having one. Why look in the crystal ball when you can read the book?

Marc describes the monarchy towards the end of his piece as “an interesting and decaying relic on the international stage”. Perhaps that is true, but there’s one thing that is for sure, there are certainly worse things to be called. Maybe we should take it as a compliment? 

Bargain Bin Buy: Dr. John — Locked Down

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Original release date  3rd April 2012

Whilst Dr John never really went away, his artistic efforts have been ‘sagging’ slightly in more recent years. Despite originally hailing from LA, John has become intertwined into New Orleans folklore and has emerged as a figurehead for the city post-Katrina. Similarly, his association with the Bonnaroo Festival in Tennessee, where he plays frequently, is as a result of his 1974 offering, Desitively Bonnaroo  New Orleans patois for “good time” or “party.”

And it was here, in Tennessee, that John started his collaboration with Dan Auerbach of the Black Keys fame who together stormed the Bonnaroo stage for a cracking set, and then went straight into the studio to have a crack at a new album.

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It’s an unlikely collaboration, seemingly escaping Dr. John’s New Orleans character intentionally and going in search of something entirely different, and a bit new. Auerbach takes up both producing and guitar duties and brings back ‘trickology’ (see liner notes)  whatever that is!  to John’s writing which is the key to his success, apparently.

Littered with R&B and Soul references musically, the album centres on a solid groove and a PHAT beat which would give even the funkalicious James Brown a run for his money. It’s infectious and the perfect chilled-out groove for any chilled-out summer.

Musical hooks such as the horn line in ‘Ice Age’ tease with a pop sensibility presumably put forward by Auerbach whilst the title track, and album opener, ‘Locked Down’ features an almost dreary sing-along which is surprisingly effective. It’s just cool. 

But that’s exactly what this album achieves; it just makes you feel like you’ve been accepted into somewhere you really don’t belong  a speakeasy in Orleans perhaps?  and brings back the good old days, some cracking tunes and a bit of the past that never really should have gone away.

However self-referential it may first appear the album stays current with John showing outrage over class inequities and flawed American systems. It also remains entirely unpredictable, despite the numerous hooks, and John, at 71, appears to be getting better with age. Vocally, he’s like a fragile Leonard Cohen, with the song writing sensibility of Springsteen and the beats of James Brown. What a fantastic combination, and what a great album.

Track to download: Eleggua

Oxford Shows at the Fringe 2013

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Prices shown are full price, but almost every show offers a reduction of two or three quid for students – follow the links for tickets and more details on pricing.

Drama

OUDS’ Alice in Wonderland

While the Comedy of Errors arm of OUDS jets off to Japan, these guys will do a leg in Edinburgh. Adapted by Matt Parvin, this hour-long version of Lewis Carroll’s classic is set to be heavy on physical theatre and improv. Cue croquet, ducks and dodos to entertain the youngsters, while a healthy dose of social commentary is designed to bridge the generational gap.

31 July – 26 August, 2:45pm @C Nova, £10.50

4.48 Psychosis

Directed by Ramin Sabi, who is also producing Theory of Justice, this version of Sarah Kane’s 4.48 Psychosis will be a highly naturalistic examination of a patient in the midst of a psychotic breakdown.

14-26 August, 8:20pm @C Venues, C Nova Studio 1, £9.50

Life Sentence

An original comedy about Theo, a young hypochondriac who is diagnosed with immortality. Theo immediately goes into mourning at the thought of the delights now denied to him by his diagnosis, such as the glory of a young death, final words and his very own funeral. Described by Cherwell as an “audacious and dynamic production”. 

2-17 August, 9:10pm @theSpace on The Mile, £7

Look Back in Anger

Eleanor Keel and Isabel Marr’s production will be a pared-down and slick version of Osborne’s classic. The play follows Jimmy, an ‘angry young man’ incensed by the injustices of post-war Britain, and his destructive relationship with wife Alison. The claustrophobia of the set – the couple’s bedroom – is balanced by Jimmy’s lyrical, expansive and seminal rants.

4-17 August, varying times @Greenside, £9

Gabe Day

An eschatological piece of new writing from Trinity Fringe Productions, Gabe Day chronicles the last night before the world is supposed to end. Cue an ironic apocalypse party in a nightclub which resembles Babylove in a last-ditch attempt to coax in some custom. Cherwell described the naturalistic dialogue as “free of cliché and sloppiness”, with a strong cast and a vivacious script.

2-17 August, 10:40pm, theSpace @Surgeons Hall, £8.50

Bluebeard

Another dramatic offering from Trinity Fringe Productions, Bluebeard garnered a hefty five stars from Cherwell when it was performed at the BT in Hilary. Becky Banatvala plays an old woman with Alzheimer’s in this fraught yet curiously undepressing piece of original writing. It’s only an hour but it feels like a lifetime, in the nicest possible way.

2-17 August, 9:25pm, theSpace @Surgeons Hall, £8.50

 

Musical Theatre

A Theory of Justice: the Musical!

Any script which condenses 2500 years of political philosophy into a rollicking musical comedy deserves a look. Described by Cherwell as “spectacularly, delightfully nerdy”, A Theory of Justice: the Musical! has already enjoyed international interest and is tipped as the breakthrough success of the Fringe. Go along and see if its heady mix of the comic and the academic works north of Summertown; Cherwell thinks you’ll be pleasantly surprised.

31 July – 26 August, 12:15pm @C Venues, C Main +3, £10.50

 

Comedy

Some Funny

Five-strong troupe The Buttless Chaps will be performing their underwhelmingly named show for just five short days. Creator Barney Fishwick assured Cherwell last term that “if the audience get more than some funny they should be fucking grateful really”. However, five stars from our reviewer can be seen as a resounding thumbs up: this amalgamation of musical numbers, historical sketches and pure silliness should not disappoint.

12-16 July @Canon’s Gait on the Royal Mile

The Oxford Imps

Acclaimed Fringe veterans The Oxford Imps return once more with Whose Line Is It Anyway? style comedy. The Imps perform games and sketches based entirely on audience suggestions, from Shakespeare to Broadway musical.

31 July – 26 August, 3:15pm @Gilded Balloon Teviot, £5

The Oxford Revue: With Bits

The critically acclaimed Revue present an all-new hour of satire, wit, and absurdity from the troupe that nurtured  Stewart Lee and Rowan Atkinson in their infancy. Go along, have a laugh and spot a future star

1-25 August, 3:20pm @Underbelly, Cowgate, £10

Racing Minds: Aaaand Now For Something Completely Improvised

Current and ex-Imps take you on a comic adventure based entirely on audience suggestions – anything could happen and no show even resembles the next. 

31 July – 26 August, 11:30am Pleasance That @Pleasance Courtyard, free

Racing Minds: The Wireless Podcast

Four comedians plus a virtuoso musician and some sound effects bring a musical twist to Racing Minds’ improv. Laffs and choons abound.

1-25 August, 7:30 pm Laughing Horse @The Three Sisters, free & non-ticketed

Rory & Tim: On the House

Sketch comedy show which supported (to use the term loosely) Phill Jupitus in London last week, and boasts a bonus member (Iain) in addition to the two billed. And their Facebook page is quite funny.

3-24 August, 6:15pm @The Dram House, free

A cappella

Oxford’s The Alternotives will be performing “pop, funk, RnB and jazz” from the 11 to the 24 of August (2:05pm, theSpace @Symposium Hall, £10). Meanwhile, The Gargoyles, the university’s other mixed a cappella group, will provide them with jazzier competition in the form of a mixture of “pop, soul, jazz and Disney” from 31 July – 17 August (2:20pm @C Venues – C, £11.50).

All-female group In The Pink will also be  performing “everything, from 90s classics to moden chart-toppers” 11-23 August (4:30pm @C Venues, Adams House, £10.50). Their hunky counterparts Out of the Blue, stars of Britain’s Got Talent, will be performing “an eclectic mix of songs ranging from foot-tapping pop, through jazzy R&B and rock, to sentimental ballads” from 1-26 August (2pm at Assembly George Square, £11).

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Football’s Silly Season: A Round-up

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On receiving Arsenal’s £40,000,001 bid for Luis Suarez this Wednesday, Liverpool owner John Henry pondered aloud: “What do you think they’re smoking over there at [the] Emirates?” The football silly season has returned, perhaps more loony than ever. Increments of £1 are very Arsène Wenger – but his sudden willingness to treble his transfer record (and, furthermore, on a convicted racist with teething trouble) suggests that he and Ivan Gazidis might well have been enjoying a Camberwell Carrot or two in the otherwise unused trophy room.

And to think the summer had started so sensibly. Before the last two weeks of 30°C roastings, most clubs had conducted themselves their business with the appropriate shrewdness. Chelsea picked up Schurrle and van Ginkel, with de Bruyne returning on loan; likewise Manchester United collected Zaha from the Crystal Palace school gates, and the promising Guillermo Varela from Uruguay. Liverpool had been the most effective of the fourth-place contenders, with Mignolet, Toure, Aspas, and Alberto all looking like excellent acquisitions at very modest prices. Amongst the clubs lower in the league, the snaffling of Ricky van Wolfswinkel, Victor Wanyama, and Marc Muniesa (by Norwich, Southampton, and Stoke respectively) caught the eye.

Since then, off-season barminess has affected clubs across the land. In the growing heat of the sun, common sense has gone out of the (hastily opened) window. Manchester City – bouncing back from the short spell of austerity that saw them haggling for Jack Rodwell and Scott Sinclair – have returned to the market of top European attackers like a nostalgic teenager to his Pokédex. The rabid snatching of Negredo, Navas, Fernandinho and Jovetic has had a hint of the “gotta catch ’em all” mentality to it – recalling the pursuits of Tevez, Robinho, Adebayor, Santa Cruz, Dzeko, Balotelli, Silva, Caicedo and Bojinov to name but a few, in previous years.

City’s spree has really set the tone for everyone else: United have been hurling money at a very reluctant Cesc Fabregas, Chelsea dusting off the blue carpet for Wayne Rooney; Tottenham went big on the reasonably unknown Paulinho, whilst Arsenal have been trying to splash the cash on the aforementioned Suarez and Gonzalo Higuain (who has just passed a medical for Napoli, sadly for the Gunners). In reality though, the glut has probably been provoked by mammoth deals on the continent: notably in France (with Falcao and Cavani the latest perfomers in their ever-improving circus), but also July has seen the long-awaited transfers of Thiago Alcantara, Mario Götze and Neymar. Gareth Bale could well be added to that list by the end of the window.

Of course, not all of the silliness has been transfer-based; most of the more ridiculous stories in the past couple of weeks have come from outside the boardrooms. The Asian money-spinning tours are always good for a giggle: for every amusing pre-season stumble against the might of Yokohama F Marinos or Singha All Stars, there is a bonkers fan sprinting through traffic for eight miles to meet his team. Throw in the bizarre controversies over Falcao’s real date of birth and Papiss Cisse’s penchant for Tyneside casinos, and you have a month of football’s finest cock-ups and craziness. Enjoy it while it lasts – it won’t be long before the headlines are full once again of indecent liaisons, referee intimidation and racist abuse.