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A Year in an Instant

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Brasenose Lane, Trinity 2012

These photos were all taken in Oxford and on my various holiday trips over the past year, using my Polaroid 300 camera. The photos are always a slight surprise – I’m never sure if they’ll come out or how the light will affect the print. Waiting the few minutes for them to develop in front of you simply add to the childish excitement of these cameras! 

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Snow last Hilary in Christ Church Meadows

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Spring travels; Washington blossoms and the Rococo Gardens in Painswick

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Punting on the Isis and summer sun in Brasenose’s Frewin gardens.

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Summer at Highclere Castle (aka Downton Abbey) and hilltop days at home with friends 

Review: Uno, Dos, Tre (Green Day)

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★☆☆☆☆
One Star 

Does anyone remember Kurt Cobain’s suicide note? It finished with a quote from a Neil Young song: “It’s better to burn out than fade away”. Perhaps Green Day weren’t paying much attention in ’94, or perhaps they don’t own any Neil Young records. In any case, they have thoroughly failed to learn the lesson that once something is no longer relevant – once it has jumped the shark – it has no chance of regaining its lost prestige.

The honest truth is that Green Day have not been relevant, interesting or any good since American Idiot, a record that came out in 2004 (a fact which should make all of you feel old). Incidentally, that record was considered something of a career revival for the snot-nosed punk band that had been grinding out albums like Nimrod and Insomniac, both entirely devoid of vim or vigour. The follow up to American Idiot, 21st Century Breakdown, was both an artistic and creative disaster, spawning only one vaguely hummable single.

In response to lukewarm popular and critical reception, Green Day decided to create a trilogy of albums, Uno, Dos and Tre. These are supposedly the result of a purple patch, where the band became incredibly prolific and created a whole load of songs which Billie Joe Armstrong (increasing becoming the embarrassing uncle of alternative rock) reckons are some of the best they’ve ever written.

He can dream on. The entire thing feels insubstantial, and poorly conceived. If they had enough material for three albums, it was not the result of an incredible period of inspiration, but poor quality control. The lyrics, whilst never historically Green Day’s strong suit, are quite laughable. For example, “I gotta know if you’re the one that got away / even though it was never meant to be” sounds less like Green Day and more like Kelly Clarkson or some equally bland popstar.

Billie Joe’s adenoidal whine fails to convey any emotion or enthusiasm (as if it ever did) and the instrumentation just batters away in the background. However, whilst in the past we may have marvelled at Tre Cool’s drumming skills or whatever it is that Mike Dirnt actually does, the musicianship has been toned down in the mix and seems to be rather ineffectual. The message is clear – they’re all about BJA now.

Even some hysterical attempts to update their schtick with a “dance” number (‘Kill The DJ’, which pales in comparison to MCR’s ‘Planetary (GO!)’) and some rap (no, really) on ‘Nightlife’ cannot resuscitate the lost cause that is Green Day’s career. It’s a pity they took the title Dookie for a far better album. It would be far more accurately applied here.

University strengthens ties with India

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A joint contribution of £8.3 million by the Government of India, Oxford University and Somerville College will fund the establishment of an International Development Centre which hopes to strengthen the already existing ties between the University and India, as well as supporting Indian postgraduate students who wish to study at the university.  

The centre is named after Indira Gandhi, the first female Prime Minister of India, who played an important part in the development of the country in the 20th Century, and is a Somerville alumna. The project was officially launched last week in New Delhi, where the Government of India pledged £3 million towards the establishment of the centre. 

An important aspect of the initiative aims to engage in research concerning the issues surrounding India’s development in the 21st Century, including food security and environmental sustainability. The new centre, which will be located in the Radcliffe Observatory Quarter, hopes to shape India’s future leaders by stressing the important role of sustainable development, and aims to become one of the most inter-disciplinary institutions within the university. 

The project will also provide five fully-funded scholarships for Indian postgraduate students who wish to study at Oxford. The hope is that scholars will return to India in order to put their expertise into practice, providing the intellectual capital to further India’s future developmental prospects.

Somerville College hopes to raise £19 million in total before the centre is fullyestablished in 2017, to coincide with the hundredth anniversary of Indira Gandhi’s birth. The project will also profit from the University’s Graduate Scholarship Matched Fund which matches funding provided for post-graduate study on a 60:40 basis. 

Alice Prochaska, Principal of Somerville College, told Cherwell that new centre “will commemorate Mrs Gandhi’s commitment to the world environment and her enduring concern for improving the lot of the poor.’ She continued, ‘The Centre will bring more postgraduate students from India to Oxford, and will draw on the research expertise of academics across the University of Oxford to address some of the most pressing issues for India and the world in the 21st century. This is of great significance to the academic community both in Oxford and at Somerville specifically, where our students will benefit from the presence of an inspirational and interdisciplinary new research facility.”

Somerville was the first Oxford college to receive an Indian student, when Cornelia Sorabji, the first Indian national to study at any British university, was accepted to study there in 1889. 

Professor Andrew Hamilton, Vice-Chancellor of the University of Oxford, commented, ‘We are proud to count Indira Gandhi among our alumni, and proud of our long-standing relationship with India. The new centre and the generous support from the Indian government are the latest testament to that relationship and its development in this century.’

Review: Peep Show

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Like all the greatest rock stars, the best British comedic dramas have historically died young: Fawlty Towers, The Office; even Monty Python’s Flying Circus properly lasted only three series. Peep Show fully deserves to number among these classics, but, now bucking the trend, is in its eighth series. With the show, and its characters, now almost a decade older than when it all began, you could be forgiven for expecting a certain level of classiness or maturity: Mark (David Mitchell, who Cherwell interviewed earlier this year), after all, now has a child and has asked his long-term girlfriend Dobbie (Isy Suttie) to move in, turfing Jez (Robert Webb) out.

But, thank goodness, nothing has become sacred: even last rites. Mark seethes as Dobbie tends to the sickly Gerard (Jim Howick). One evening Mark manages to persuade her not to rush to his bedside – “But Dobs, it’s the Apprentice tonight, I think there’s going to be someone we both really hate” – and, hilariously, Gerard kicks the bucket. Corrigan remains a master of the acutely awkward observation, the cynical retort and the withering put-down; and what a relief it is that while the material feels so fresh, the central conventions of the show have survived intact: it is comforting to see Jeremy’s inane reasoning (“I’d make a great therapist. Look at all the pussy I bag”) and Mark’s sardonic wisecracks (“Is that a quote from Freud or Jung?”) continuing to manifest in their characteristically outrageous fashion.

Jesse Armstrong and Sam Bain, the writers of Peep Show, deserve medals for crafting a script that manages to place authentic, pitch-perfect, toe-curling awkwardness into poetry: “I never stone alone; I’m just high on pie”, is how Mark declines a spliff. A useful one to remember. All that said, the format is predictable. Jeremy says and does stupid things; Mark pursues eminently sensible goals, but typically fouls up just as badly as Jeremy. Jeremy remains an infant in a grown man’s body: a perennial failure with occasional flashes of jealousy. Hearing that Mark has published a book (albeit with the suspiciously named ‘British London’) Jeremy panics: “What next? He’s found a director for his film? A builder for his cathedral?” Mark loves to berate Jeremy for his failings, but in reality is consumed by a similarly bitter pettiness; acutely conscious of his own under-achievement, Mark patronises Jeremy and jealously curtails even Dobby’s career ambitions.

You sort of know how this is going to unravel just by skim-reading the subtext. But ultimately it doesn’t matter. Peep Show revels gloriously in drudgery; even its most colourful characters lack charisma, instead generating in their comic interactions a remarkable anti-charisma, which itself forms the gravitational centre of the show’s charm and intrigue. Mark and Jeremy can always be trusted to get over their mutual loathing because, after all, the only thing animating the lives of the ‘El Dude’ brothers is each other. The fruits of that relationship, not just the gags, are surely the reason the show has lasted so long. The viewer remains as wedded to the central relationship as Mark and Jeremy are to each other: we remain oddly charmed by how totally aware they are of the other’s naivety and haplessness, while apparently blissfully ignorant of their own. And how deeply they know each other’s quirks: Episode 2’s depiction of Jeremy discovering Mark executing the ‘Velvet Spoon Routine’ (avoiding the obligation of making him a cup of tea) is a highlight.

“I hate living with him, but I never really want it to end,” Jeremy describes living with Mark. In a similar way, I’m not quite sure why I keep watching Peep Show. Its pulling power is akin to popping bubble wrap: it all seems slightly mundane and a little pathetic but somehow instils a deep affection in me. Series 8 has moved to Sunday night from the usual Friday slot, a shrewd move I think: the essence of Peep Show chimes much better with the Sunday night mood: dour, reflective, lazy, mercurial. Series 8 has got off to a cracking start. The next episode sees Jeremy move out of the flat and in with the steadfastly drugged-up Super Hans. Perhaps they should move this one back to Friday.

Oxford decision letters delayed until after Christmas

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Decision letters for Oxford undergraduate applicants to all colleges will be posted on Thursday 10th January this year, with emails following on January 11th.

This policy applies to candidates from all colleges, and marks a shift from previous years, when colleges aimed to send out results before Christmas. Candidates will therefore have to wait roughly two weeks longer to hear whether or not they have been successful. The later date has been agreed for this admissions cycle only, and will be under review. 

The decision follows discussion by the University Admissions Committee, which is made up of college and departmental admissions representatives. It was prompted by substantial differences between school timetables and those of the University this year. The increasing use of pre-interview tests also caused difficulties: owing to the later school term dates, these had to be taken later than usual, meaning that the time between tests and interviews was cut by up to a week.

The delay of key interview dates this year has meant that several subjects will not confirm their final lists of accepted applicants until 18th December. Ruth Collier, Head of Press and Information Office at the University, said: “As a number of colleges are closing for the Christmas vacation on 19th and 20th December, it was decided that rather than rush to confirm the decisions, it would make much more sense to wait until the New Year.” 

Richard Little of the Oxford University Admissions Office described the later date as an “administrative decision purely about schools’ half terms” and commented that there would “not be enough time” to stick to the old pre-Christmas deadline. 

Ellen Mauder, Access and Outreach Officer at Wadham College, saw the change from the University’s point of view, arguing that the decision would ‘make the whole interview process a little bit more smooth.” She also added that the later date could be positive for candidates, as the school term will already have begun by the time they receive news of the outcome of their Oxford application. “This means schools can support their students back in January, whatever the outcome,” she said.  

However, many candidates expressed unhappiness at the prolonged wait. Chris Cummings, an applicant for History and Politics at Regent’s Park, said: “I would much prefer to be put out of my misery. I believe the emails get sent on Friday 11th, and we have a General Studies exam in the morning. I’ll most likely be thinking about the email during the exam, and whilst General Studies admittedly isn’t the most important of exams, it could affect my performance.” 

Luke Sperry, an applicant from Nottingham, had similar concerns, saying, “The date of response falls within a week of two of my A-level maths modules. Rejection would therefore be far more damaging at that time than during Christmas. Furthermore, if I were to receive an offer, the euphoria might pose as a distraction.”

He added, “Worst of all, I am fully aware that the tutors already know whether I shall receive an offer or not. Although I can imagine that the tutors do not wish to disappoint people during Christmas, the wait is far more excruciating, and it is always better to know.”

Aelithya Kale, a medicine interviewee at Wadham, said the later date for sending out letters was “not a good thing. I’d like to get the letter as soon as possible.” However, he insisted, “It’s not going to ruin my Christmas.”

Wadham SU Access Officer, Loukia Koumi, commented, “We make interviewees wait around enough as it is. The process is already uncertain and gruelling. For the people who have interviews in the first week, they will have to wait a month to hear the result.”

All schools were notified in September 2012 and no complaints have been received. The University Press Office told Cherwell, “There are fors and againsts to knowing the decision prior to Christmas. Given 80% of candidates are inevitably not successful, hearing this immediately before Christmas may be worse than knowing afterwards, back at school with relevant higher education advisers.”

Varsity Vocab

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Accommodation (n): Choice of accommodation is something that will hugely affect your time on Varsity. It is broadly split into two categories:

1.‘Standard’: There is enough room for you, your roommates, and your bags. There is not room for anything else. The experience of one of the writers, in which she accidentally strayedinto a ‘standard’ room belonging to some students from Queens’ and was quickly shuffledout againwith the words ‘I am not joking. Please, get out of my room. I am not joking” speaks for itself. However, the cheap prices, air of camaraderie and proximity to the mainslopes are all points in favour of the accommodation chosen by the majority of Varsity-goers.

2. ‘Upgrade’: Treated with an air of derision by many Varsitonians, those who give in to thelure of the ‘upgrade’ can relax in the knowledge that, though hated, they are living in adifferent world from their ‘standard’ cousins only a few hundred metres away. Rumours ofspas, sitting rooms, ovens and the possibility of opening one’s case without holding it outthe window are all tempting reasons to pay that extra £50 or so.

Après-ski (n): Unfortunately, your GCSE French won’t help you here, as this is somewhat of a misnomer. Generally meant as ‘the drinking and awkward dancing you do once you’re done skiing but you’re still wearing your ski gear’, it should also be noted that, following mulled wine/six pints/raving to weird mixes of Oasis’ ‘Wonderwall’ you are still going to be expected to ski somewhere, as ‘apres-ski’ establishments tend to be located on an actual ski slope. It’s the equivalent of pubs expecting everyone to drive home, down the same road, at kickout time. Madness.

Carving (v (probably)): These writers’ NUCO rep (see under N, below) offered ‘Carving lessons’ to them on their recent Varsity trip, and added “When I told my last group about this, someone was like, ‘What’s carving?” after which incomprehensible anecdote she collapsed into peals of laughter. Therefore, we have always been too scared to ask. It doesn’t sound great, though. It could be either meat- or ski-related. We have no idea.

Chocolat chaud (n): Hot chocolate. 5 Euros, but always worth it. Irritatingly called ‘Choky’ at the popular lunch spot, VarCity (see under V, below), but try to ignore this and its unfortunate Matilda associations.

Folie Douce, La (n): Google translate will help you a little here, as ‘sweet madness’ is an appropriate description of any form of après-ski, but perhaps especially this particular bar/club. Situated at the top of one of the trickier blue slopes at Val Thorens, La Folie Douce offers pounding dance music, drinks and the chance to run into literally everyone you know at about 4.00 every afternoon.

Goggles (n): Bring these. Sunglasses are not enough. When you baulk at the £30+ prices, start imagining how your face will feel at the -10 degrees that Val Thorens considers a ‘warm weather day’, and take the plunge. For some reason, ‘double lens’ goggles are better. We hear it’s something to do with condensation.

Helmet (n): Wear this. You will fall over.

Lifts (n): these are the ways that you get up a mountain. There are several types:

1. Button: Fairly horrible. You grab onto a ‘button’ and are dragged up the mountain by thearms. 

2. Chairlift: not dissimilar from a very slow rollercoaster, these are usually six or four chairs in a row which are gently lifted through beautiful Alpine scenery.

3. Gondola: The Porsches of ski lifts. Slick, warm and comfortable, you and your friends get your own pod, London Eye style, and can regain your strength back before whatever slope is high enough and far enough away to warrant this fanciest mode of mountain transport

4. Carpet: Usually reserved for beginner slopes, these moving carpets (a little like thosestrange flat escalators in airports) are great until you begin to realise that you are sliding backwards slowly but surely, and all you can do is close your eyes and pray that you don’tend up in the arms of the grizzled snowboarder behind you.  

Moguls (n): These are bumps in the snow. Beginners hate them, and either get stuck in them or fall over them. Pros love them and fly over them with careless abandon. The marmite of skiing. 

Nuco Rep (n): NUCO is the company used by Varsity to arrange the logistics of the trip. While incredibly organised, efficient, and frankly god-like in their ability to get 4,000 useless, end-of-term-weary students to a French resort and through a week’s worth of skiing, NUCO reps are also keen to the point of insanity and appear to function perfectly well in the absence of normal human requirements like sleep, food or ‘not dancing on tables, sober, at 3pm in broad daylight’. One NUCO rep we came across was suffering from whiplash, possibly from the speed at which she was apparently careering through life. Varsity-goers will tend to have a ‘coach rep’ who guides them through the 20 hours both to and from Val Thorens (and who acts as an intermediary with insane coach drivers, who threaten to do things like ‘stop this fucking coach the next time anyone fucking speaks’ or ‘I will leave your fucking bags here in the snow if you don’t stand next to them’,) and ‘room reps’, who visit your accommodation each evening to keep you updated on the weather, special classes, and hilarious NUCO rep injokes (see Carving, under C.)

Poles (n): As one might imagine. Useful for dragging yourself into an upright position once your skis have let you down and gravity has overcome you. The more experienced skier will use them to add flair and panache to turns – think Oscar Wilde on skis. French children will irritate you with their ability to ski without these, or with only one ski, as they zoom down the slope mocking your caution and fear with every parallel turn.

Powder (n): Or: ‘Powduhhh!’ said with exuberance by every experienced skier. Fresh fluffy powder is adored by all off-pisters and possibly allows you to do some ‘carving’, though don’t quote us on that.

Piste (n): Not, as initially believed by your writers, a funny French way of describing an individual who has consumed a large amount of alochol. Instead, the ‘piste’ denotes the bit of the slope that if you stay on it, you are less likely to accidentally plunge into 4 foot deep snow. That said, ‘off-piste’ areas are, like the best things in life, more fun because they’re more dangerous.

Salopette (n): A waterproof article of clothing, not dissimilar to an armless onesie. Not: an animal companion.

Skis (n): Expensive planks of wood bought and worn by the middle classes in order to slide down a mountain in extremely low temperatures for vast amounts of money.

Ski boots (n): Uncomfortable footwear perfect for strapping into skis and skidding down the slopes, unfortunately utterly useless in all other circumstances, including walking.

Stash (n): Worried that your friends may not know you’ve been skiing? Well, there’s no need to worry about the lack of wifi and phone coverage when you’ve got varsity stash! Wear at all opportunities in the weeks to come to ensure sufficient social awareness. This year’s stash comes in the form of hoodies, pyjamas, onesies, polos, tracksuit bottoms, sweatshirts and some really fucking yellow sunglasses. The latter, in particular, will go down a treat at every single Park End Wednesday throughout Hilary. For tips on how to accessorize your stash, see our shoot here.

VarCity (n): Slopeside lunch, waffy and choky spot (see under W and C, above and below). The ability to escape the watchful eye of leather aproned waitress in order to eat simultaneously slightly frozen and slightly sweaty baguettes that have spent a few hours in the inner pockets of one’s ski jacket is crucial. 

VinChaud (n): Wine wot’s hot. In French. The French know what’s good for your skiing, and it’s normally alcohol. To become a real pro it’s probably best to indulge in this, avant-, pendant- and après-ski.

Waffy (n): To go with the aforementioned ‘Choky’ is the equally puerile ‘Waffy’. The thing itself is cheap (well, cheap-ish) and cheering in equal measure: a delicious waffle cooked in front of you by a humorourless French ‘chef’ smothered in chocolate or caramel. The authors may have considered placing them every 3 metres along the length of several runs a la Dawn French in the Vicar of Dibley.

White out (n and v): If you’ve been dreaming of a white Christmas, then this is for you. For the skiing population, however, it means having driving snow and ice in your face as you struggle to navigate an icy near-certain-accident-causing downhill slope where the floor is made of the same stuff as the sky and you really can’t see the difference betewen the two. 

For more skiing shenanigans, visit our Varsity blog here and here

Taking the piste: Varsity blog part 2

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Day 5. Skiers are doin’ it for themselves

Day five brought with it the growing realisation that, released from lessons and Michael’s helping hands, we now had to ski. Properly. On our own. Luckily, it appeared that we were capable of this, and after a morning’s victory circuit of all the available green runs we placed ourselves at the mercy of friends and attempted our first blue. This involved an extremely exciting ride in a ‘Gondola’ (not a boat.) and a surprisingly straightforward ski down a slightly steeper slope.

Flush with this victory, we attempted our first ‘apres-ski’: mulled wine followed by a less-steady-than-usual ski down towards our accommodation. The evening brought Varsity’s Comedy Night (which plays twice during the week), which featured the well-chosen Orlando (fresh from his Gap Yah) as MC and a host of other comedic delights.

We arrived home to the sight of a huge homecooked meal by our flatmates, and spent the rest of the evening enjoying vast quantities of cheap red wine and an enormous meal for the princely sum of 3 Euros a head. Who said resort food had to be expensive…

 

Day 6. Sun? Sun?! Sun!

For the entire week, skiers, snowboarders and NUCO reps alike had all been united in the dream of the much hoped-for ‘Blue Day’. Having little to no awareness of what this was, your two newbies set out on the slopes with not so great expectations and soon found that the sun was out and, omfg, we could see where we were going!

We then spent the afternoon with vastly more experienced skiers in the form of two veteran Cherwell-ites that dragged us up and then down again some of the hardest (well, one step up from the day before) slopes that Val Thorens has to offer. It was with these weathered and experienced companions that we finally hit the beacon of any Varsity-goer’s week: La Folie Douce. Nestled halfway along a particularly bumpy blue slope, it is probably one of few clubs where everyone wears helmets and lots of warm clothing. It plays music from 3 till 5 every afternoon, closing early but not before it is considerably darker and you are considerably less sober than when you decided you were able to conquer the very bumpy slope on the way home… You only need one pint at this altitude, kids!

Returning home in the dark, for once after our pro skier friends (yes, admittedly because we’d had to walk part of the way down the final slope…) we readied ourselves for the ‘Twisted Circus’ themed Final Night Party. In the inauspiciously named ‘Centre de Sportif’ the Varsity crew once again put together a great night, finished off by a headline set by Rob da Bank. The real headliner, however was a video that had been filmed through the week and was a montage of skiers, partygoers and reps singing along to Fatboy Slim’s ‘Praise You’. There was not a dry eye among the over-tired, drunk and over-emotional crowd, all of whom were convinced they were featured, however fleetingly: “I’m in that bit with the skiers in that bit before the end!”

Day 7. Pastries and packing

After an incredibly successful day’s skiing on Thursday – and an incredibly successful night’s drinking – we realised that, Absolute Beginners as we were, we may have got a little ahead of ourselves. The weather outside was frightful and inside the camembert was quite delightful, so we watched Mean Girls in our pyjamas. However, the week had instilled in us a spirit of adventure and, feeling ready for a bit of danger and excitement, we decided to go on a long and physically exhausting walk through mountains, valleys and a shopping mall. Our final destination: a gorgeous little patisserie.

At the end of the day came our biggest hurdle: the big pack and the return coach journey home. Highlights: the white chocolate oreos that we found in Carrefour, and the overheard story: “So she got with her coach rep called Jamie, and then the next night she got with her room rep who was also called Jamie. She then went back with room rep Jamie and found that he shared a room with coach rep Jamie, so that was awkward.”

And thus, after 7 days of fun, on Broad Street/a zone 6 tube station our Varsity journey came to an end. It had been a week of ups and downs. Quite literally.

Death of St Peter’s professor ruled accidental

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Professor Steven Rawlings, a professor of astrophysics at St Peter’s College, Oxford, died of a heart attack while being restrained in a headlock by his friend and colleague Dr Devinder Sivia after becoming violent and aggressive, an inquest heard.

Rawlings, 50, who had been suffering from mental problems, died at Sivia’s Oxfordshire home on 11 January 2012, after attacking his friend. Oxfordshire coroner Darren Salter ruled that Sivia, 49, had acted in self-defence, and recorded a verdict of accidental death.

Sivia, a Stipendiary Lecturer in Mathematics for the Sciences at St John’s, had invited Rawlings to stay the night at his house in Southmoor, after being concerned for his mental wellbeing. Rawlings had suffered from a mental breakdown in April 2011, and friends of the professor told the inquest that he had been acting strangely on the day of the incident.

Sivia described how Rawlings was confused and agitated before he suddenly became “like a man possessed”. He said, “All of a sudden [Rawlings] took up a statuesque pose with a look in his eyes that I had never seen before. He sat bolt upright with his fists closed and a menacing look in his eyes. Then he said quietly ‘I am going to kill you’.’ Rawlings then punched Sivia in the face. “He was screaming ‘you’re going to die, you’re going to die’,” Sivia told the hearing.

Sivia, who had been arrested on suspicion of murder and then released following the incident, managed to hold his friend in a headlock for 20 minutes. This cut off Rawlings’ air supply, causing him to have a heart attack. Sivia told the inquest that Rawlings had said, “Goodbye, cruel world,” before his body went limp, but he had thought that his friend was playing dead. Sivia said, ‘This is a line from a Pink Floyd song, Goodbye Cruel World, from their album The Wall. I thought this might be a ploy to release him because it was so melodramatic.’

A video of a police interview with Sivia was shown to the inquest, in which the mathematician demonstrated how he had restrained Rawlings. Sivia told police, “I was just trying to control him like that to stop him attacking me.’

Pathologist Dr Nicholas Hunt told the coroner that the cause of the death was cardiac arrest, following compression of the neck during restraint in a prone position. He also said that injuries to Rawlings, including a fractured right hand that is likely to have been caused by landing a punch, were consistent with Sivia’s account to the police.

The coroner’s court heard that after Rawlings died, Sivia emailed his friend’s wife, who was in America for business matters, saying, “I’m terribly sorry but I have killed him, sorry, Devinder.” Sivia had been in contact with the clinical researcher throughout the day, updating her on her husband’s condition. Following Sivia’s arrest, Linda Rawlings had expressed her support for the mathematician, saying in a statement, “Steve and Devinder were best friends since college, and I believe this is a tragic accident.” She continued, “I do not believe that Steve’s death is murder and I do not believe Devinder should be tarnished in this way.”

Sivia and Rawlings had been friends since they were undergraduates at St John’s College, Cambridge, in the 1980s. In 1999 they co-authored a book, Foundations of Science Mathematics. Sivia described Rawlings as one of his “eldest and closest friends”, and called his death a “tragedy”. He said that he was “overwhelmed by the unconditional support that [he] received from every quarter,” including from Rawlings’ wife and family.

The coroner said, “Devinder Sivia acted at all times in self defence and out of fear. It was an attempt to restrain Prof Rawlings and not to kill or injure him. As a result, Prof Rawlings’ death was not an intended consequence and therefore an accident.’ He continued, “This is a very sad case indeed.”

As well as holding a fellowship at St Peter’s College, Rawlings had been head of the sub-Department of Astrophysics at Oxford from 2005 to 2010. He played a key role in the redevelopment of the Goonhilly Satellite Earth Station in Cornwall, and was one of the lead scientists in the international Square Kilometre Array Project.

Following Rawlings death, Martin Damzer, Master of St Peter’s College, said in a statement on the college’s website, “He was a much liked and admired tutor and colleague within the College and will be greatly missed.”

Sam Lecacheur, a physics undergraduate at St Peter’s, told Cherwell at the time of Rawling’s passing, “He really was a good tutor and a great person. He achieved so much in his field, and he was very inspirational as a teacher. What’s happened is a real shock.”

The University Press Office declined to comment on the inquest. In January, Oxford’s Vice-Chancellor Professor Andrew Hamilton, said, “The entire University community has been profoundly saddened and shocked by the tragic and untimely death of Professor Steve Rawlings. Our thoughts are with his family and friends.” [mm-hide-text]%%IMG4568%%[/mm-hide-text]

Showing up Santa

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As if your 8th week overdraft wasn’t enough, you’ve been roped into secret Santa with your friends. With such a wide spectrum of tastes in Oxford, how on earth can you find the right presents? Fear not – Cherwell has you covered.

The Hipster/Gap Yah friend (anyone likely to have been parodied on YouTube)

Some purple leggings and a sailor tat, just one gear for their fixie bike, a plus-one for their gig tonight, loafers with no socks…just kidding – in all seriousness it will look like this:

–      Obscure alcohol (you probably haven’t heard of it), so some red (green is too mainstream) Czech absinthe will be well received. Just make sure they didn’t try it on their Gap Year.

–      A retro lens for their camera that will boost both blurriness and saturation. Good luck to you; the camera is likely to be at least 30 years old and manufactured in an eastern-bloc country.

–      A coat going down to the knees with embellishments of ocelot fur and kakapo feathers.

–      Rare oolong tea from Szechuan province flavoured with ginseng.

This is assuming that the hipster celebrates Christmas. More likely they will find it too commercial. Best get them presents for Tet (Vietnamese new year) instead.

 

The sports (sh)lad:

–      Really cheap tracksuit bottoms and a vest top to wear when watching Coca Cola League 1 matches in the JCR.  Needs to be cheap as it will probably get Domino’s pizza stains on it.

–      24-pack of Fosters/Carlsberg/Stella. Need we say more?

–      Inflatable sex doll as a companion to be brought along to Arzoo crew dates.

–      A red cape to be worn, following Arzoo crew dates, in Park End. We’ve never really got this one – but to each, their own.

 

The (drunken) fresher:

 –      1 bottle of vodka, 1 bottle of tequila, 1 bottle of apple sours and 1 bottle of Jaeger. That should see them into the beginning of Boxing day.

–      Chunder clean-up kit: 1 bucket, some sponges, paper towels, bicarbonate of soda, washing up liquid and bin bags.  A sense of shame would be ideal too.

–      Some johnnies. They’re at it like rabbits for god’s sake.

–      A file, some note paper, pens, a textbook and some highlighters. They’ve got collections next term and Prelims in Trinity. That ought to wipe the smile off their happy Michaelmas faces. Poor things.

 

The geek:

–      30+ books. They’ve already read the entire faculty bibliography and their tutor’s reading lists. Ergo it will have to be something very esoteric. Liberal church politics in Baden Wurtemberg 1843-1848 should be fine.

–      A very expensive and sophisticated desk lamp which boosts concentration, aids memory and adds 5% onto their finals marks.

–      Some Vitamin D and some sun-bed vouchers. They’ve probably got rickets from a term stuck in Gladstone link.

 

Your tutor:

They want:

–      Your vac work – due in Thursday of 0th. 3000 words with footnotes and a bibliography please.

–      Your collection in January. Graded 2:1.

–      You to do some reading the night before your Wednesday morning tute next term.

They don’t want:

– You to go to Itchy Feet the night before your Wednesday morning tute, get rat-arsed on orange VK and be drunkenly dancing to ‘I Fought the Law’ at 1am.

Review: Great Expectations

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★★★★☆
Four Stars
 

 

Director Mike Newell is back with a veritable Christmas feast of top-hat-and-bustling-skirt-filled period drama, along with an all-star cast: from Ralph Fiennes and Helena Bonham-Carter to Jeremy Irvine (War Horse) and Holliday Grainger (Anna Karenina). 

If you missed out on studying this classic tale at A-Level, firstly you have my deepest sympathies, and secondly the basis of the story is as follows: it begins in a graveyard where our protagonist Philip ‘Pip’ Pirrip chances upon escaped convict Magwitch, who threatens murder unless he returns with food and a steel file. Young Pip dutifully acquiesces to the demands of the bog-smeared escapee, and his act of fear changes the course of his life in ways he couldn’t have predicted. The plot’s pace accelerates with the arrival of Robbie Coltrane, whose hulking presence as Jaggers (a mutant sort of fairy godmother) marks the end of the scenes of drudgery at the blacksmiths with the announcement that Pip ‘is a man of great expectations’.

With a new adaptation of ‘Great Expectations’, there is always a fear that it will fail to achieve originality or even distinction from the numerous versions which precede it: the BBC’s adaptation which appeared only last Christmas, the version of 1998 set in a 20th Century USA, and the classic 1946 black and white version to name only a few.

This adaptation, however, treads new paths by bringing to the foreground the comedy of Dickens’ secondary characters and sub-plots, such as Mrs Joe and Mr Pumblechook, with Sally Hawkins and David Walliams cropping up for a quick laugh amidst all the hustle and bustle. Leads Jeremy Irvine and Holliday Grainger also stand out taking on the complex emotional roles of Pip and Estella, playing the romance subtly but maintaining the intensity of the relationship as it stands in the novel. 

Contrary to expectation, instead of a raging pantomime Dickens-Meets-Bellatrix-Lestrange-style Miss Havisham, Bonham-Carter offers quite a different, more nuanced portrayal. We see Miss Havisham as a victim: psychologically plausible with a complex past and more believable motivations than seen before in the suggestions of mental instability of previous adaptations. Ralph Fiennes puts in a solid performance as the mysterious Magwitch and not to mention Jason Flemyng (Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels) as the endearing old blacksmith Joe Gargery.

It is a mix of both great experience and new talent, as well as an exploration of the comic capacities of Dickens’ subplots, that makes this film so interesting. It is beautifully set, creatively directed and action-filled: well worth a watch.