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London house prices linked to foreign politics

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An Oxford University study conducted by two academics at the Saïd Business School has found that property values in the capital have benefitted for over 20 years as wealthy foreign buyers use property as a means to protect their money.

The study showed that the impact of the foreign buyers was separable from other factors that affect house prices, such as the government’s Help to Buy scheme.

 The two academics who conducted the study, Tarun Ramadorai and Cristian Badarinza, said, “This goes a long way towards explaining why London house prices have continued to rise at a disproportionate rate compared with those in the rest of the country, and can also shed light on the well-known fat that capital flows appear to flow ‘uphill’ from relatively poor to relatively rich countries.”

London has a status as a ‘safe haven’ due to the apparent tendency for properties there to retain or increase in value regardless of events in other parts of this world, making it an attractive city in which to invest in property. The research showed evidence for this effect in the countries studied, including southern Europe, Chine and the Middle East.

 Some students in Oxford are skeptical of the safety of investing in property in the UK. One PPE student from Oriel commented: “I think it ironic for the British housing market ever to be considered a safe haven.

 “The fact that the London market is dominated by foreign buyers is hardly new information. However it is interesting for such a link between political upheaval and economic trends, even between countries at opposite sides of the world, to be affirmed.”

 The methods used in the study to calculate the effects of ‘safe haven’ demand on house prices could also be applied to other assets, such as gold, and to other major cities. Millions of house price transactions spanning a 15 year period were analysed in the study.

The Halifax and Nationwide say that house prices rose around 8% last year, much of which can be attributed to rises in the south-east. The house prices in areas with a high proportion of residents from a particular country were almost 0.5% higher in the months following an increase in that country’s political uncertainty.

 

Solar lull worries scientists

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Oxford Scientists have warned that the sun’s activity is at its lowest in over a century.

This is despite it having reached its solar maximum, or the point in its eleven-year cycle when activity on the surface should be at its height. The sun should currently be covered with sunspots and spewing out solar flares, but the number of these has been falling in recent years.

Researchers believe that this solar lull could cause huge changes in the temperature on earth. “It’s an unusually rapid decline,” explained Prof Lockwood,  professor of space environment physics at the University of Reading. Speaking to the BBC he said, “We estimate that within about 40 years or so there is a 10% to 20% – nearer 20% – probability that we’ll be back in Maunder Minimum conditions.” This was a time in the 17th century when Londoners could enjoy frost fairs on the River Thames as it had frozen over due to a sharp drop in temperature thanks to the decline in activity. Winters across Europe became bitterly cold during that time.

‘Whatever measure you use, solar peaks are coming down,’ said Richard Harrison to the BBC. ‘I’ve been a solar physicist for 30 years, and I’ve never seen anything like this.’ An analysis of ice cores, which can be used as a record of solar activity on a much longer timespan than human memory suggest that this current decline is the fastest one in approximately 10,000 years.

However, skeptics shouldn’t be too quick to take this as evidence against global warming. While some have argued that natural fluctuations in the Sun’s activity are driving climate change and overriding the effect of greenhouse gas emissions, the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change came to the conclusion that solar variation only makes a small contribution to the Earth’s climate. The scientists that compiled the report said that they were 95% certain that humans were the “dominant cause” of global warming since the 1950s, and if greenhouse gases continue to rise at their current rate, then the average world temperature could rise by up to 4.8 degrees Celsius.

Professor Harrison, of the Rutherford Appleton Laboratory in Oxfordshire said, “This feels like a period where it’s very strange […] but also it stresses that we don’t really understand the star that we live with.”

Thomas Wilson, an historian from Exeter College said, “It sounds worrying but I’m sure whatever happens we’ll just have to deal with it. If we could deal with [the Maunder Minimum] back in the 17th century I’m sure we can deal with something similar now. We just may have to wrap up warm in the winter!” 

An Ode to Procrastination

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‘GOOD GIRL FANTASTIC BULLET POINTING WELL DONE.’ We may look twenty, but self-motivation must still be dished out as if to a rather slow seven-year old. When apathy whirls gleefully around the library, it’s important to have a few slightly more invigorating tricks up your sleeve.

Distractions, distractions. Our attempts to look everywhere but at the pages of The Politics of Poll Tax may lead us to a distraction as old as time: unrequited lust. Oh, girl/boy in the velvet leggings, your hair’s soft tufts and gentle eyes demand that I spend, say… five minutes in every thirty observing you admiringly. Ten. Twenty. Think of each glance as a reward for every new sentence you write. This will spur you into a gentle note-taking trot in no time. Approach them?! Oh, no, but what of my newfound efficiency? Has there ever been a more convenient excuse for creepy gawping?

What about fuel? Surely we cannot rely on our squeaky grey matter to deliver the goods un-oiled? No, a good splash of Nescafe Instant will shake lethargy from our limbs. All it asks for in return is your blood pressure and a seething dependence. If you find that a simple coffee no longer resuscitates the zombie on a Thursday morning, I offer you the recipe for my own particular brand of battery acid: add three tablespoonfuls of coffee granules and a pinch of desperation to 330ml of your finest coca-cola. Shake. Drink. Hold back the puke for added exhilaration. 

Unfortunately you might find that Lady Snooze is not so easily perturbed. In which case, we must succumb to her wicked whispers for just a few minutes. Such dozes can be strategically meted out in so-called ‘power-naps’ for the sake of our conscience. I myself have found that whatever I call them, sleeping in the Rad Cam adds nothing but the occasional dollop of drool and an unnecessary fifty minutes to the essay at hand.

In the 21st century the contagion and ruthlessness of the Bubonic Plague adopts a new name: Facebook. Our essay flounders in Lucy’s ‘Shagaluf 2012’ album, in Gareth’s rigorously documented new relationship. And when we’re bored of stalking, our finger wanders lazily up to the URL bar. ‘f’, enter… oh wait. Back where I started. The secret is to maintain a more watchful eye on our Facebooking habits whilst in the library. Watch, as your work:facebook ratio slips steadily from 40 to 5 minutes, 30 to 10, 1 to 60.

When experiencing an utter dearth of creativity do not despair. Even the Dullest Joe can re-harness his innate bodily urge to secretion in defence of boredom. Need a wee? Break ahoy! A thoughtfully planned trip to the nearest (or furthest) loo is the perfect procrastination cleverly disguised as a necessity. Only the bladder need be fooled; a week-long program of Immediate Evacuation at the Slightest Tingling will leave you with an incontinence of a pensioner and a sly get-out clause like no other. The things we do for the sake of procrastination…

Preview: Normal

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According to Wikipedia (that omniscient source of biographical titbits), Anthony Neilson belongs to the “In-Yer-Face” movement in modern theatre. Judging by this latest rendition of his best-known work Normal, such a reputation is well-deserved. Set in the dark and troubled Germany of the early 1930s, this is a play which from its earliest exchanges picks you up, slams you against a wall, and shakes you to your core.

There is no way to escape the horrifying tale that unfolds as the young, impressionable defence lawyer, Justus Wehner, interviews his client Peter Kürten, the sinisterly calm “Düsseldorf Ripper.” Wehner strives to find proof that Kürten is insane, not in order to acquit him but rather because he wants to believe that such depraved evil can only be the fruit of a deranged mind. Misha Pennington is deeply unsettling  as the manipulative serial killer, rapist, arsonist Kürten, who from the start tries to mess with Wehner’s principles and values. In one particularly memorable exchange the nature of love is kicked around with Wehner, ably presented by Alex Shavick, half-heartedly providing the idealistic, rom-commy, response to Kürten’s contention that love and brutality go hand in hand. 

What should prove to be a further exciting element of this production is the staging choices made by director Sami Ibrahim. The innovatively shaped and sparsely decorated set is guaranteed to draw the audience into the dialogue whilst also creating that sense of claustrophobia and tension which is so crucial to psychological thrillers. It is an effect Ibrahim conjured masterfully in his production of You Maverick! in 2013, where staging the play in the round implicated the audience in the action by removing the fourth wall.

Normal is not a comfortable watch, but whilst we want to avoid the deadened stare of Kürten and block out his sadistic confessions of murderous degeneracy, this production is so compulsive that we are helpless to resist its often terrifying twists and turns. Although the Ripper who is the character on trial, it is his lawyer Wehner who we feel is really being judged. Whether he can withstand his clients taunting and manipulation is a question which keeps the onlookers on tenterhooks from the start, making this production an experience not to be missed.

Review: The Play That Goes Wrong

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Having seen Mischief Theatre’s latest production Peter Pan Goes Wrong last month, I jumped at the chance to see an earlier work, The Play That Goes Wrong, on its national tour last night.  The production was a sell-out hit at the Edinburgh Fringe and has enjoyed two consecutive runs in the West End.  

In an unforgiving but entertaining take off of “am-dram” theatre, the audience is treated to the (fictional) Cornley Polytechnic’s latest production, The Murder at Haversham Manor.  The performance is a complete disaster from start to finish, with forgotten lines, in-cast fighting, injured actors, mixed-up sound cues, prop disasters and repeated catastrophes involving the set.  

The (real) actors do an admirable job of portraying the totally ridiculous plot whilst managing to keep it funny.  Most of the audience were in hysterics throughout, and there were several impromptu rounds of applause. There was no weak link in the eight-strong cast, with particularly standout performances from Dave Hearn, Lotti Maddox and Rob Falconer.

The set design was as impressive as the acting itself. Its ingenious construction provided the perfect complement to the calamitous turn-of-events, with scenery falling and platforms collapsing with impeccable timing.  It was so convincing that I genuinely feared for the safety of the actors on more than one occasion.

The only thing that slightly dulled the experience was that, having watched both of Mischief Theatre’s current offerings, it felt like I had watched the same show twice.  Apart from the fact that The Play That Goes Wrong was being ‘staged’ more self-consciously , there was little discernable difference between the two in terms of tone, humour or characters; and some of the jokes were identical. On one hand, the company are clearly onto a winning combination and perhaps it is wise not to mess with this receipe for success. On the other, a little variety is never a bad thing. It would be great to see this very talented company experimenting outside of its comfort zone. 

All in all, a hilarious piece of theatre that is well worth watching.  The Play That Goes Wrong is on at the Oxford Playhouse until the 1st February, or you can see them in one of the cities on their nationwide tour.

Taylor named new rugby captain

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Rhodes Scholar Jacob Taylor, a student at Keble College, has been elected OURFC Captain for 2014. His election came after a marathon six hours of voting and discussions. This makes Jacob the sixth Australian to lead the Blues since 2000. The full-back has represented Sydney University and was vice-captain of the Australian’s Seven’s team for the duration of the 2011 IRB circuit.

Jacob follows on from John Carter, who led the Rugby Club for three years and was at the forefront of the Blues’ three consecutive victories in the December Varsity match against Cambridge. Living up to this precedent will be a challenging task for the new captain. However, the Australian has the necessary experience and more importantly, the support of the his squad to address this challenge.

Taylor told the school/university rugby site In At The Side that, “It is a huge honour to be elected by my peers.  I’m excited about the opportunity and motivated by the challenge of maintaining OURFC as a place where individuals can flourish and teams are successful.” 

Jacob is currently studying for his Masters in Cognitive and Evolutionary Anthropology and is in the process of applying to continue his studies with a DPhil in Neuroanthropology. He will lead the Blues for the first time on Wednesday night at Iffley Road against the British Army. The match kicks off at 7:15pm. It is sure to be an exciting contest.

Students protest cuts to homelessness budget

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Today students took to the streets to condemn the County Council’s decision to cut the Housing Related Support fund in Oxfordshire. The proposed cut is part of the council’s wider plans to save £64 million over the next four years, and would reduce the current housing budget from £4m to £1.5m.

Nick Mutch and Lily Taylor spoke to the protestors.

Several students tweeted their support.

 

Interview: Chris Hadfield

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For a man who might be the most celebrated astronaut since Neil Armstrong, Chris Hadfield is exceptionally modest. When I speak to him at a signing for his new book, An Astronaut’s Guide to Life, he is amiable and approachable. Only his uncommonly firm handshake betrays the strength and control which he undoubtedly gained from thousands of hours of intense training.

“I’ve lived most people’s childhood dream. I’ve piloted 70 types of vehicle, gone on three separate space missions, and space walked twice. I’ve had so many of the richest and most rewarding experiences of life and I count myself as extremely fortunate.

“If I was to follow a life like this with regrets and concentrate on the things I missed out on, I think that would be a very sad way to go through life. It’s certainly not a way I’m going to do it.”

Like millions of others, Hadfield was inspired by the Apollo 11 moon landings, but he is among only several dozen to have risen to the rank of Commander of the International Space Station. I ask him what, besides plain determination, allowed him to become one of the very few to achieve such a lofty goal.

“If you have a great goal that you’re working towards, people tell you to visualise success, but the reality is actually the opposite. Instead imagine that everything goes as wrong as it possibly could at every step. Visualise and make plans based on the idea that everything is going to go wrong, so that when you come to execute your plans you’re ready for anything that can possibly be thrown at you. Make sure you have a rigorous attention to small details.

“We have a joke among us that there is no major problem in space that a good astronaut can’t make worse! When I first decided I wanted to become an astronaut, aged nine, Canada had no space program of any kind. So I prepared my high school, college and career as a military fighter pilot with that goal in mind.”

In 1983, when NASA first invited Canada to fly astronauts on the Space Shuttle as part of the Canadian Astronaut Program, his planning paid off, allowing him to be one of only four Canadian astronauts from a field of over 5000 candidates.

Hadfield stands out from other astronauts through his engagement with social media and attempts to humanize the experience for people back on Earth. He meticulously documented each and every detail about life in space, from the magnificent to the mundane. He credits his son Evan for introducing him to the possibilities social media provided to share his experiences. He used Twitter to provide over a million followers with awe-inspiring photos from the depths of outer space, and participated in two of the most popular ‘Ask Me Anything’ sessions in the history of Reddit. He also filmed the first ever music video in space, a cover of David Bowie’s Space Oddity, as well as interviewing the Canadian actor William Shatner from orbit.

“What you learn to understand about space is that, while the technical details are interesting and have their place, what people mostly care about is the human experiences and feelings, the minutiae of how different space is.”
His videos record everyday events made extraordinary by the otherworldliness of outer space; one is an explanation of how it feels to cry in space, where water coalesces in a pool over the eyes in the absence of gravity. His observations provide a captivating personal perspective on his travels into the unknown: the smell of space after a spacewalk is like gunpowder, to his mind, for instance. He also tells of how Australia is the most interesting looking country of them all from space.

Considering that he is well known for bridging the gap between scientific exploration and artistic endeavour, I ask him what particular works of art best replicates the feeling of space exploration. He calls Gravity, Alfonso Cuaron’s celebrated film, “visually stunning; I don’t know how they managed to capture the visual aspect of being in space so completely.” But, he adds, “it’s inaccurate on the technical details, although I don’t think that’s a problem.

Apollo 13 is the film that is easily the most accurate portrayal of all facets of spaceflight; the director went to significant lengths to give a historically and technically accurate portrayal, down to the individual pieces of dialogue.”
We move to discussing some of the more practical political issues surrounding space. When questioned by Reddit users, he described the privatisation of space as the, “right and natural way of the future.” I ask him what he thinks about the possibility of space travel being privatised in the future.

“Privatisation is the natural historical progression and I have no problem with that. If you take any comparable industry such as air travel or railroads they initially need a collective organisation to set up infrastructures and create frameworks for them to operate. They need an initial large investment by a government, but will slowly transition to a state where they are primarily the ground of private enterprise.

“We are at the cusp of the transition where most of the major advances in space are going to come from private enterprise. We’re starting to see it now with the SpaceX dragon and we’re going to see more of it soon with endeavours like Richard Branson’s Virgin Galactic.”
I offer another commonly cited concern. As spaceflight gets cheaper and more accessible, is he worried about the weaponization of space by the Earth’s militaries? He tells me that is like asking whether we are worried about the militarisation of the sea. “The idea that space will somehow be treated differently to anywhere on Earth just isn’t realistic.

“There is a tendency to romanticize the idea of outer space. But the idea that space is some new beginning or blank slate is wishful thinking. We have never been peacefully united on the ground, and there isn’t a reason why being higher up will somehow make us behave differently. It’s just a little bit silly.”

Next, I question him about his emotional response to the isolation of being in space. “It’s not an experience comparable to anything most people experience, and, especially in the beginning of space flight, astronauts could have trouble dealing with their emotional responses.”

He mentions Buzz Aldrin, who wrote about falling into a deep depression for years upon returning to Earth after the first moon landing. This meant that it became important for Hadfield to try and connect his life aboard the space station much as possible with his life on Earth.

He explains that having the guitar he famously played Space Oddity on, or the laptop that he used to document his travels with, served a purpose beyond mere entertainment; they also became a way to reconnect with life back on Earth and defeat that supreme sense of isolation.

This is a man who, after such an exceptional career, manages to retain a great mix of humanism and pragmatism. He might have retired, but he continues to make his mark on this world by sharing with us what he has learned from the time he has spent outside it.

This desire to communicate the importance of space travel has defined Hadfield’s career. As he wrote shortly after the Challenger disaster, where the space shuttle broke apart just seconds into its flight, “As each of the fallen crew would tell you, exploration of the rest of Creation is fraught with complexity, challenge and risk, yet the benefit of understanding is infinitely worth the cost.”

We need to rethink the treatment of international students

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I arrive in London on a midnight plane with my parents and sister. We walk up to the immigration counter and present our passports to the border control lady. She asks us a few questions that could be taken for a casual attempt at conversation. So far, so normal. Then she asks for our fingerprints — my sister’s and mine. She doesn’t ask  for my parents, because they’re tourists, but she asks us, because we are foreign and we live here.

An act of translation took place when I arrived in the UK three years ago. I became ‘international’. Not Singaporean, not ethnically Chinese (though sometimes that’s all some people can see), neither the president of my high school’s drama club, nor a girl who had been used to feeling attractive and generally well-liked. I became part of an amorphous, catch-all group defined not in relation to what we were, but what we were not. British students were ‘home’; we were the away team.

Taking our fingerprints at the gate was, on one level, entirely standard procedure, ensuring that we were who our visas said we were. But it was also an act that connoted suspicion and surveillance. It was an act that said, we know who you are, we know where to find you, and tabs must be kept on you because you do not belong here.

When I was a freshers’ rep for Exeter, we talked about the international students that no one ever sees, because they’re hidden in their rooms or hanging out with other students from their country. Everyone who talks about this unanimously agrees that it’s a shame that ‘international students don’t feel more like they’re part of the college community’ this is always phrased so as to point the finger at no one. But nobody talks about how this is rooted in the very system our university and this country employs. In spite of the fact that Oxford pursues a strategy of drawing ‘students and staff of the highest international calibre to the university’, no effort is made to dispel the impression received upon arrival  that international students are fundamentally unwelcome in this country. We are shut out from the financial safety net provided by our university or college bursaries, even as we are batteled every term for a contribution to them. We pay extortionate fees that simultaneously fund the education of home students and segregate us from them. Such are the contradictions of a migrant’s life.

I don’t have much more money than the average Oxford student — my university education comes out of my father’s retirement savings. Yet Oxford is privileged, in the global market for education, to have a near monopoly on the highest standards of learning in my subject; the price I pay for my time here is not that which I am happy to pay, but that which I have to pay.

There seems to be an unspoken assumption that international students are funded by wealthy benefactors, be it their parents or a scholarship board, and that they can therefore afford the extortionate overseas tuition fees. I challenge this notion: I can scarcely afford it, but I am paying it nonetheless. Over the past two years, my fees have quietly increased about £1800 from the original £18,620. If I were a home student, an increase of this size would undoubtedly have sparked a protest. But as an international student, I inhabit an artificial group with little solidarity or protesting power.

The psychological impact of what can seem like mere cosmetic differences is profound. The price international students pay to come to Oxford is not measured only in pounds, but in the years we miss of our aging parents’ lives, the siblings whose adolescence passes us by, and the friends at home who grow distant and strange. As a result, although we receive the same education as everyone else, our time here holds an ocean of meaning that separates us from home students. Our past lives have been sacrificed for the present. When the stern time limit on our visas expire, we will once again be leaving the place and community which we have tried to make our home. This is of course the inescapable plight of all migrants, but the lack of understanding and support shown by a university which claims to ‘offer environments which are…characterised by a defining and enduring sense of community’ is both uninspiring and hypocritical.

The energy that freshers’ reps put into making our colleges welcoming places fails to gloss over the deep, systemic apathy and antipathy towards foreigners that is so acutely felt. Is it any wonder few international students choose to invest in their communities here? The contradictions implicit in our higher fees send a message that is difficult to reconcile with the professed ‘friendliness’ of our colleges: we’d like you to contribute and conform, but not to belong.

Any international student who hopes to be accepted as part of their college community must try to forget about that which separates us from our friends, but no one can avoid the periodic reminders that we have given an inordinate measure of power over our lives to the government of a country that does not welcome us.

A recent trend in scholarship across disciplines has been to emphasize recovering and giving voice to the experience of marginalised and silenced communities; in our classes, we are taught to question structures of privilege and power, and we learn that blissful ignorance perpetuates injustice. It is with great joy that I see friends championing issues of homelessness, feminism, LGBT rights, poverty and more. But the greatest contradiction of my time at Oxford has been felt in the gap between the way we theorize about inclusiveness and the everyday experience of inhospitality and apathy that international students face.