Describing Owen Bennett Jones is no easy task. Throughout our half-hour interview, and then in the talk he gives at St Peters College, he comes across as professional. He exudes confidence and serenity, he is tall and well-spoken and smartly-dressed, and is exactly what you’d expect of one of the country’s leading correspondents – if you ever did imagine such a thing. But occasionally you get the sense of the maverick lurking beneath his professional demeanour. After reading economics at LSE, Jones was accepted onto the highly competitive BBC journalist trainee scheme. When he was denied permission to take time off to report on the Romanian revolution he abandoned his place and went to Romania as a freelance journalist. He has been working as a freelance reporter – chiefly, in fact, for the BBC – ever since. Throughout the interview he is friendly but reserved, though at moments he suddenly lights up: discussing Nawaz Sharif’s first press conference as Prime Minister of Pakistan, for instance. 

Jones has been stationed in Pakistan for the last few years, from where he covered the recent elections, but has recently returned to live in England, so that he can send his children to school. He insists, however, that Pakistan is “a lovely, lovely place to live”. And for his wife? “The West has this idea of Pakistani women as deeply oppressed, but there are many liberal and liberated women in Pakistan. It’s not London, but it’s not Riyadh: conservative men often don’t want their wives to vote because they are likely to vote for the more liberal parties. They say allowing women to vote skews the result. But liberal men are happy for their wives to vote. In the tribal areas most women wear the burqa, but in Islamabad you see very few women wearing it. And in Karachi women are working in collaboration with the police to ‘befriend’ Jihadi men, who they then hand over to the police. So women are operating in many different respects.”

The issue is, evidently, more complex than I had suggested. And does the recent election of Sharif bode well for women in Pakistan? “It’s hard to say. Sharif is hard to predict. When he was last in government (in 1999) he was extraordinarily…” Brutal, I suggest? “Not brutal, incompetent. And power hungry. His supporters tried to ransack Parliament; he was overthrown by a coup and exiled from the country. This is the third time he has become Prime Minister: when you remember that, this really is the most extraordinary political come-back.” Jones was not surprised that Sharif won, but, like both Pakistani and international press, he was surprised by the size of his victory: “I thought he’d get 105 seats: he got 125. I think he too was surprised.” According to Jones, the election came down to the issue of electricity: “There are power cuts for eighteen hours a day across Pakistan: the country can’t work. The populace thought Sharif was the candidate most likely to sort it out.”

I ask Jones what he makes of Sharif’s infamous first press conference, held in his private palace surrounded by peacocks and strewn with chandeliers and stuffed lions, held on-the-record, but bizarrely with no cameras permitted. Jones laughs: “Oh that was because the Indian journalist’s visas expired the following day. He wanted them to get the message that he was going to improve relations between the two nations, but he couldn’t hold a conference specifically for Indian journalists so he invited everyone along. But he had to allow local press to take the first photographs, so he insisted the event was off-camera.” The conference was extremely short, and followed by a magnificent buffet lunch for all press which Sharif quickly left: as Jones later explains, “He was – and apparently still remains – nervous of the media.”

The election was, in Jones’ view, the most jubilant day in Pakistan for years. “Young men carried their elderly mothers to the polling station on their backs, supporters for every candidate were out in the streets celebrating the elections together. The people were happy.” Further, it was an extraordinary demonstration of the life and verve of the Pakistani media, a force which has been developed rapidly in the last couple of years. There are now over thirty 24-hour news channels in Pakistan. They attract huge viewing figures and their coverage of local and national issues is incredibly thorough. Jones explains that Geo TV – the largest independent TV channel – gave particularly brilliant election coverage, and is one of the most exciting media groups in the country: “They have a reporter stationed every 30km across the country. It’s extraordinary: they broadcast cutting political satire as well as great news coverage. You go into these stations and it’s a really exciting place to be.”

Pakistan is, Jones concludes, a surreal location from which to report. He recounts two stories he ran just before election day. One was exposing the personal cost to a candidate of running in an election – from the initial fee, to ‘gifts’ for party leaders to hold rallies in your region ($100,000-$200,000), expenses of parties, food and transport for the team, to bribes to local TV stations for air time. A successful candidate will take his seat having spent at least $1 million. No wonder corruption is rife amongst politicians, each trying to make back what they’ve already spent.

Jones’ report exposing these costs was overlooked in favour of a shorter, jokey piece he wrote for the BBC website. This suggested that the white tiger which had accompanied Sharif on his election campaign, and was rumoured to have died from the exhaustive campaign schedule, was actually “in rude good health” in Lahore. The piece provoked a storm of response, with many accusing Jones of trying to promote Sharif through the resurrection of the ‘dead tiger’, cited by Sharif’s opponents as an emblem of his own dying campaign. The local press refused to run the story as it was considered too controversial. Others insisted that Jones couldn’t have properly identified the stripes of the tiger he was shown. Meanwhile, animal rights lobbyists attacked Jones on Twitter for neglecting to describe the conditions in which the tiger was kept.

While other journalists might be frustrated by the way in which their serious investigation is overshadowed by the huge public interest in their most light-hearted article, Jones’ amusement at the tiger story suggests he takes some delight in provoking the public. Despite his professional demeanour, one senses that the headstrong journalist who abandoned the BBC to make his own way to Romania is still reporting at large.

YES – Charlotte Cooper-Beglin

Whoops, I must have missed the memo that told us bops were supposed to be in good taste! In the sweaty throng that swarms our JCR every bop night, I have seen lots of things; two guys dress as ‘2 Girls 1 Cup’ smothered in hummus and chocolate sauce, a formidable Thatcher costume in the wake of the former PM’s death, and innumerable straight guys in make-up, stilettos and tutus for Queer Fest.

So is Wolfson’s ‘Communist Bop’ in the best taste? I hope not, as that would make it all rather dull wouldn’t it? Part of the point of bops as an institution is surely to be able to don some fabulous creation that would produce a lot of stares/ridicule/sharp intakes of breath if you tried to wear it to Bridge. But I also don’t think it’s morally abhorrent. Communism itself isn’t evil. It has had many different manifestations in different ages, regimes and thinkers. The glaringly obvious point is that many horrific atrocities have happened under the guise of communism, but that is not inherently what communism is. It’s an ideology, with a variety of political and historical realities.

Admittedly, that makes it a bit different from your usual bop theme. I can picture the attendees gazing perplexedly into their staple fancy dress box at a cowboy hat, feather boa and battered pair of fairy wings as they try and come up with a costume for this one (suggestions on a postcard please).

History and ideology shouldn’t be kept locked up in the library, confined to a separate sphere of intellectualism. It’s the stuff of culture, and we should be able to drag it down into the sphere of humour and play with it in everyday life. Has no-one seen the wonderful Marxist reimagining of popular culture on Tumblr? Check out ‘Cosmarxpolitan’ and ‘It’s raining Mensheviks’, The point is these irreverent uses of politics and the past aren’t meant to offend anyone; rather they subject figures from history to our own wit and ridicule.

Also, communism seems like a pretty funny theme to me. Marxist intellectual jargon, uniforms and symbolism, coupled with a range of excellent facial hair amongst the leading figures is surely a recipe for a fun night. Not forgetting the opportunity to make a variety of puns on ‘The Party’. ‘Toe the Party line’, ‘unwavering loyalty to the Party’, ‘a revolutionary Party’. Anyone?

The clear objection is where do you draw the line? Is it okay to dress as Stalin?Would it be okay to have a ‘Nazi Bop’? I think not, but it’s hard to create a rule of thumb as to why. We should be able to judge when something is just a bit controversial or when something has crossed the line and actually becomes hurtful or hateful. The particular place of Nazism in our culture and history, and its fundamentally racist ideas surely give everyone the gut feeling that some uses of it are just plainly a bad idea.

So no, I don’t think the ‘Communist Bop’ is offensive, to the contrary, I support their right to (in the words of the Facebook event) “party under the banner of The Party for an evening of revolutionary proportions”. And for those who despise Communism, remember: one of the best ways to attack something can be to take the piss out of it.

NO – Joe Miles

Wadham has a reputation for radical politics, which I feel is a little unfair.
Not all of us are concerned with equality. Some of us want no more than a black shirt, a nightstick, and the freedom to engage in the systematic beating of political opponents. This is why as of today I am proud to announce that I shall be launching Wadham’s first fascist themed Bop. Featuring such hits as Giovinezza, Tomorrow Belongs to Me, and the Horst- Wessel-Lied played by our special guest DJ Tommy Robinson — the Bop will be an enjoyable evening.

Now, I know what you’re thinking; that this is utterly insulting to the people who suffered because of the unrealistic demands of a utopian ideology. To the naysayers I reply that wasn’t true fascism; it has merely been perverted by well-meaning but ultimately flawed leaders who put their personal interests before the well-being of the country. I imagine by now the preceding paragraph has caused spluttering outrage, and possibly a sharp profits boost in Amazon’s soon to be launched ‘Munitions and Weaponry’ department .

A fascist themed bop, even if therewere anything good to be said about its values (and unlike communism, there really isn’t), will always be roundly condemned because of the effect it had on Europe for a decade or so (in the case of Portugal and Spain, even longer). The word ‘fascism’ invokes imagery of death camps, the suppression of political thought, and the execution of anyone opposed to the regime. That is why, no matter what your opinions on the aesthetics of Nazi Germany, actually celebrating a night dressed as an officer of the Waffen-SS would leave you with precisely zero chance of premarital intercourse.

So why do we think that a communist themed bop is acceptable? We might argue that the ideology itself isn’t intrinsically wrong — that for all its flaws, communism is at least a good idea in principle. Yet even if we accept that communism is a good ideology, that doesn’t make celebrating it acceptable.

On every metric, the attempt to implement communism has been far more damaging than its fascist counterpart. Hitler is regarded as the most evil man in history for the genocide of millions. The effect of the several decades of forced collectivizations, political purges and mass terror and industrial murder was far worse, numerically, than the crimes of Nazi Germany.

Yet not only does the ‘Communist Bop’ actively embrace this ideology, it also glorifies the regime of Stalin. Even if a ‘Communist Bop’ can be considered acceptable, paying tribute to a murderer certainly is not. I visited East Berlin recently, and the legacy of the Berlin Wall angered me just as much as the atrocities of the Gestapo. As far as I could see, they were equally as domineering and unforgivable. This is the problem with radical ideologies — not content with their own space, they seek to redefine society and exclude those who disagree. In fact, I might host a bop this weekend after all — an Anarchist one. Everyone’s invited, you can turn up whenever, share drinks with whomever and if you don’t want to come along, that’s fine. 

As I was returning home from the Spitfire modelling club the other Sunday I found my progress along the old Ottery lane was obstructed by a troop of plodding bottoms.

The local donkey sanctuary was out on a riding trip — the stupid beasts blocking the entire lane and slowing us down to a crawl. This sort of thing has been going on in my area for far too long now. The good people of Ottery are being taken for a ride by these smug do-gooding types.

I am not an aggressive person, but I decided that it was high time for me to have my say. I got out of my car and gave the trip leader a piece of my mind. An F-word laden reply later, I was told that I could “take my fat arse down to the sanctuary and talk to the manager if I had nothing better to do with my time.” I took this man at his word and proceeded directly there on foot. The manager looked rather alarmed by my banging on his door.

When that did not work, and I turned to attacking his window with a tree branch, he called in a burly security man who ejected me from the
premises. I am not the sort to get things out of proportion, but that kind of abuse of my basic rights as an Englishman really took the biscuit. First they override our ancient byelaws about not blocking roads, then they throw me off a piece of land I used to live on.

I was explaining to my friend Nigel down the pub how I actually sold my old flat in Little Ottery to the developers of the donkey park a few years ago. Nigel used to work at the golf club before it went bust, and now works part-time as a clerk at the sanctuary.

Some of the things he told me about what goes on there would make your eyes water. He spends more time filling out forms than actually working with the donkeys. He said if he was prime minister he would shut the whole gig down — they cause so much damage.

“Yes”, I said to him, “but we really should try to be less parochial about these things.” I am quite internationally minded myself. I holiday in the Costas every year. I like the climate and the culture. I can even order a beer in Spanish. I am thinking of changing that though come to think of it, the way the Germans steal all the deck chairs like they own the place — those instincts never seem to die. Anyway, that was what I told Nigel — be more broad-minded.

Then he dropped a bombshell. The local sanctuary is one of a huge network, it’s a sort of super-charity. There are branches all over the place. I checked it out later on the internet and he was quite right. There are donkey sanctuaries
doing this sort of damage everywhere, all following orders from faceless bureaucrats at head office.

The website says that “we give our sanctuaries broad scope to choose how they spend the vast majority of their own budgets in a federal structure.” Federal super-charity? No thank you, not in Little or Big Ottery. I had not realised just how many there were. It is staggering.

If you think of how many roads those donkey bottoms are blocking all over England, how many people they are holding up — it’s a complete scandal.
Don’t get me wrong. I like donkeys; I just hate the donkey sanctuaries. In fact, what’s really amazing is how long the liberal media have been pulling the wool over our eyes about how much damage they do. Think how much more
efficient the economy would be if all the traffic wasn’t held up by those donkey parties blocking all our roads. And those overpaid managers on the donkey sanctuary gravy train really need to go and do something more beneficial for society than whatever paperwork they do all day in the office — all sorts of health and safety nonsense I imagine.

That’s another reason they have started pressurising Nigel about
his job; he didn’t bother with one of the forms and then a child broke a few bones. His parents have been demanding compensation and help for his wheelchair costs and home help. Ridiculous.

That’s another thing these sanctuaries do, give the kids a sense of entitlement. The organisation really is despicable. It is an inefficient gravy train, it is taking away rights we have had for centuries, it is full of health and safety political correctness gone mad nonsense. It is holding back our economy and
helping the youths terrorise ordinary folk even more. Naturally, I felt it was my civic duty to draw attention to this monstrosity. I tried to start a campaign about it, but even the police are in cahoots with them now. After one particularly expressive altercation I was hauled up before the magistrate’s court and given an ASBO. Now I have to say inside, but though confined, I can still write this and spread the word. The truth will out!