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New Oxford school of government opens

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Oxford University’s Blatvatnik School of Government has opened to students today, welcoming 39 scholars from 17 countries.

The Blavatnik School was first announced in September 2010, following a £75 million donation from US industrialist Len Blavatnik. This donation, the largest of the university’s history, was matched with a further £25 million from the university itself.

The Blavatnik School of Government is touted as Europe’s “first major school of government” by the university. Its aim is “to develop the world’s future leaders in both the private and public sectors.” It has attracted students from across the globe, from Kenya to Kosovo and Afghanistan to the Philippines.

The students come from a diverse background of professions and fields. This includes doctors and journalists as well as those who have worked in government, law and development.

The school offers only one course, a one-year ‘Masters in Public Policy’. The course is multi-disciplinary, with core courses in aspects of science and medicine as well as law, economics, international relations, history and philosophy. “Intensive” week-long practical modules will cover skills such as communication, negotiation, budgeting and strategy.

To ensure that finance is not a barrier to study, all students have access to partial funding, with 26 of the 39 having full funding provided.

The teaching will be provided by world experts in different areas, as well as a number of former government officials. In their first week, students will be taught by South African politician Trevor Manuel, UK shadow Foreign Secretary Douglas Alexander, and former UK Cabinet Secretary Lord Gus O’Donnell.

Professor Ngaire Woods, Dean of the School, commented, ‘We are excited see a diverse and exceptional group of scholars in the first class of our Master of Public Policy. To pursue the course, many are breaking from established careers in aid, medicine, engineering and journalism as well as government and international institutions.’

‘Over the next year, we will provide our students with the skills and knowledge to be exemplary and effective leaders – whatever their policy focus and wherever they work.”

A University spokeswoman played down concerns about the university’s ability to find college accomodation for students, claiming, ‘The first intake of 39 students at the Blavatnik School of Government is to be affiliated to a college and housed in the usual way.’

‘The University is committed to providing accommodation for as many students as possible, and ongoing developments such as the graduate accommodation building on the Castle Mill Site will be ready in time for the opening of the new Blavatnik School of Government building, which is due to open in 2015.’

She said that the School is planning ‘events which will be open to the wider University, providing a stimulating environment for staff and students to discuss and listen to new ideas on improved global governance and policy.’ The spokeswoman also told Cherwell that Oxford would benefit from ‘a strong and lasting connection between [the students] and Oxford.’

‘The university is committed to investing even more in postgraduate scholarships to compete with its top international peers., many of whom offer guaranteed full funding to virtually all doctoral students. This is why providing more financial support for graduates is a priority of the University’s fundraising campaign, Oxford Thinking.’

Chris Gray, OUSU Vice-President (Graduates), commented, ‘As far as we are aware, other courses have not had to reduce their student intake and the 120 new students that will be arriving this year will not have a significant impact on the experience of Oxford postgraduates as a whole.’

‘However, the Blavatnik School does raise wider questions about the recent, and much larger, expansion of graduate education at Oxford. OUSU continues to lobby the University to ensure that more of our current students are provided with housing and funding as a precondition to any further expansion.

He continued, ‘It is an area we will continue to watch with interest, though in this case we are optimistic that the flagship Public Policy course at the Blavatnik School will raise the expected standard of masters education at Oxford even higher.’

Travel Blog: Morocco

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Having a mother with a phobia of flying isn’t the easiest of problems to deal with. Our annual family holiday has always had a certain ritual to it; the three of us stand in horror as she marches over to the Duty free whiskey counter before boarding the 6am flight (because apparently the doctor won’t prescribe her strong enough sedatives). The other downfall is that long-haul flights are a no go. Don’t get me wrong, I have loved my family holidays in Europe to date, but when I say that over the 19 years of my existence I have possibly seen every cathedral in the continent, I’m not lying. So this summer I decided to jet off to Africa with two of my best girlfriends. I say “Africa”; Morocco is really only just-beyond Spain, but nonetheless it felt like a real adventure.

Marrakech

Flying into Marrakech, The 45-degree plus heat hits you like a stinking pile of camel-dung. Even with our Magicool and tourist fans at the ready, we definitely weren’t prepared for these kind of inescapable temperatures. A short taxi ride and we were in the centre of ‘The Red City’ surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the Jamaa el-Fnaa, the market square of the medina quarter of the capital. A luggage boy came to greet us and carried our rather bulging suitcases in his wheelbarrow all the way down the back streets to our hotel riad.  A slightly dubious goodbye greeting involving excessive pecks on the cheek and a cheeky bosom grope – which we were subsequently reassured definitely isn’t custom in this orthodox Islamic culture –  and we were welcomed into a haven of Arabian luxury. We happened to be the only guests staying in the 6-bedroom riad for the week, and consequently were spoiled by the staff with mint tea and fresh Moroccan dates at every opportunity.

It isn’t until the evening that the Jamaa el-Fnaa really comes alive. Rather aggressive looking monkeys owned by equally aggressive looking Moroccans are hoisted onto your shoulders as you stroll through the thick, hazy heat to the melody of snake charmers. The air smells heavy with saffron and freshly squeezed orange juice. Local women are having their hands embellished with brown and orange henna. It really is the most exciting and vibrant of experiences, only slightly ruined by the constant tourist-hounding. Being called “Shakira” and “Spice girls” solidly for 6 days quickly lost its initial charm.  We became quite fond of the friendly waiters at one of the pop-up restaurants, who tended to lure in the tourists with their witty British banter; they seemed to know more about East Enders, Gavin & Stacey and Manchester United than the three of us put together. Plus, who wouldn’t want to eat at a place with the slogan: “117 takes you to heaven”? Their lamb and prune tagine certainly did take us to heaven… several times over.

One thing that you can’t miss in Marrakech is the souks: a labyrinth of vendors trying to flog their metal teapots, fez hats, Moroccan tassels, Sex and the City 2- style slippers and copious amounts of jewellery. Having been warned that the value of most of the goods was only about 35% of the original starting price, we would completely lose track of time wondering around, getting lost and haggling with the locals. One afternoon, we ended up in an Aladdin’s cave style lantern shop, where the owner, who was rather keen on one of my friends, invited us for couscous with his mother whilst he tried to convince her to convert to Islam and become his wife. As flattering as it was, she decided that no marriage vows would be taking place any time soon, especially considering she was worth at least 10 camels more than he was prepared to offer for a bride price.

On our penultimate day in Marrakech, we decided to check out Nikki Beach, one in the chain of the global beach-club brand. It was absolutely stunning; a gigantic pool surrounded by white sun beds, and orange parasols, with beautiful people swanning around in cut-out swimsuits and heels. There wasn’t much time for sunbathing as before we knew it, the DJ decks behind us were blaring out house music and everyone was dancing round the pool in their bikinis. Having been deprived of a drink in what is mainly an alcohol-free culture, we went a bit overboard and started ordering magnums of rosé the size of our torsos (and in the process burnt an unjustifiable amount of our budget for the two weeks). Looking back at the rather shakey video footage we took on our phones, it looks rather like an episode of Boozed Up Brits Abroad: Classy Moroccans trying to relax by the pool, with us re-enacting a scene from Park End’s R ‘n’ B floor, screaming out the lyrics to ‘Rack city b****’.

Essaouira

Next stop on our trip was Essaouira, a relatively small city on the coast, directly West of Marrakech. It was beautiful; white washed buildings with blue shutters and doors. Even the taxis are blue. The other noticeable difference to Marrakech was the climate; the sea breeze brings the temperature down at least 15 degrees. However, this gave us a bit of a false sense of safety in the strong African sun, and we’d end up lobster-coloured after a mere few hours of wearing factor 30. Sadly, by the time we arrived in Essaouira, we had all gone down with a bit of a tummy bug. (On our last day in Marrakech we had seen the locals filling up mineral water bottles with a hose, which was slightly disconcerting considering we had been drinking it all week.) Nonetheless, we still managed to make the most of our time there; exploring the jewellery souks and watching the sunset over the sea every night.

We had been pre-warned about the so-called “Essaouira Boys”, who often have their hair in dreadlocks and wear tourist-like clothing to try and befriend – and potentially seduce – western women. We definitely met many an Essaouira-boy on the beach, who insisted on ‘complementing’ us by reiterating how white we were and referring to us as ‘crepes’. This just made us all the more determined to spend longer on the beach. In hindsight, this may have been part of their plan.

Taghazout

After a rather uncomfortable bus ride, where the advertised air-conditioning materialised as a small half-open window, we arrived at our final destination in Taghazout; a tiny fishing village further south along the coast from Essaouira. It is so quaint and beautiful with blue fishing boats lining the beach, alongside the camel-trekking route. There isn’t really that much to do in Taghazout unless you are into your surfing- it is globally renowned for its “good surf.” And with a day’s surfing instructing being so cheap, we thought it would only be right to try our hands at it. Needless to say we didn’t really learn a vast amount in one day, especially considering these large waves were probably best left to the professionals.

All in all, our visit to Morocco was quite simply amazing. Despite the slight hiccup in the middle of us getting poorly (most probably rosé and 45 Celsius induced), we would all go back in a second.

 

 

 

A national embralessment

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I’m taking bets: which royal body part will be photographed next? Perhaps Fergie’s belly button, or the Queens left nostril. Rumour has it the Greek press has its eye on Charles’ earlobe.

Doubtless the more patriotic among you were horribly outraged after Kate became the first royal to be caught topless in France since Louis the 16th had his head amputated. But whilst the invasion of Kate’s privacy was certainly egregious, the very forced response of bilious outrage from the national media, and the muddled comparisons with Diana, betray the very confused attitude we Brits still have towards those spoiled anachronisms we feed and clothe. And not least to women’s body parts.

The most notable aspect of this scandal has been the nauseating hypocrisy spewing out from the British Tabloids. Richard Desmond, owner of The Daily Star, is currently threatening to close down the Irish edition of that paper over its decision to publish the pictures. What a kind gesture from the man who also owns Red Hot TV and Television X. Meanwhile The Sun, having tragically used up the “defence of press freedom” excuse in showing us Harry’s bum last fortnight, has been equally critical of those posting Kate’s mammary glands. As far as The Sun is concerned double-standards are only a thing if somebody else has them.

Meanwhile, for the less shouty sections of the press the name of the game has been hyperbole. The French, we are told, have failed to learn the lessons of Diana, and soon no doubt, Kate’s buxom bazoongas will likewise be killed in an underground car crash. But the very comparison is so inane, so strangely morbid, that it seems almost hopeful. Indeed the media would love a new Diana, resurrected like a beardless Jesus, ready to cause scandals anew, and now with added bare-titty action. Someone to alternately pester and then become indignant and self-righteous over the excessive pestering that person receives.

Tony Blair famously said that Diana was ‘the people’s princess’, but she was more like the nation’s childhood pet goldfish. Britain watched her from behind glass, it loved her, fed her and paid endless attention to her and imagined (with childish naivety) that she loved us back. And then inevitably, perhaps after too much tapping on the glass of her tank, our over-enthusiastic childish negligence finally killed her. Then, wrecked with grief and guilt, we bawled our eyes out until at last daddy found us some new pet to love and abuse.

Any attention this story gets is symptomatic of our strange obsession with the royals: our ancient, 24 hour soap opera. Even people who consider themselves above the regal gossip pages of the Daily Mail still use their royal Majesties as a topic of conversation, albeit a more pretentious one. They are essentially hired entertainers. Following them helps us escape from our tired, mundane, sceptre-less lives. In a perfect world we would cut out the middlemen and the Windsors would be replaced by naked circus clowns who can have affairs with Egyptian-born sons of billionaires and play games of strip pool in Las Vegas at much lower prices.

When the French snapped those images of Kate’s unsuspecting chest, the outrage that followed was not just a fair response to an invasion of privacy. No, we were angry because the French had messed with our icon, our pet princess. Something only we should be allowed to do. The Royal Family are our own bizarre, functionless, flawed and beloved icons, and they belong to us.

There may be lessons we can learn from this incident about press freedom, privacy and national identity. But perhaps there something far more pertinent we can garner from the French. We could stand to learn a lot from the way they treated their royals: by ending this peculiar and perverse obsession and finally shouting “off with their heads!”

Pembroke’s New Build is still too ‘new’ for some students

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Students excited to move in to Pembroke College’s ambitious New Build are concerned that construction delays might mean they’ll be starting the term in a building site.

Pembroke Bursar John Church contacted second years moving into the site to warn them of ongoing work. Construction started in April 2011 and was to be completed by the middle of the Long Vacation.

Delays, including the wettest summer in a hundred years, have meant that “residual works” will continue up to Third Week of Michaelmas Term. Despite the setbacks, Church said that overall he is pleased, commenting “at the end of the day, a very complex and ambitious project, seven years in the making, will end up completing on budget with a very short delay.”

Pembroke’s new buildings will be connected to the main College site by a bridge, the first such structure built in Oxford since Hertford’s Bridge of Sighs in 1913. The bridge is expected to now open in Third Week, and until then students will access their rooms from the main street. The site includes a café, 4 seminar rooms, a 170-seat auditorium, and 116 new en-suite rooms, enabling the college to offer accommodation to nearly all undergraduates. John Church expressed his delight at the developments, calling them “truly transformational in every way.”

Contractors Kingerlee, who recently completed work on St Johns Kendrew Quad, are responsible for the project. Internal work will be carried out during the first few weeks of term.

JCR President David White contacted students to reassure them that, “more noisy, structural building work will be complete… at the very latest, by the start of first week.’ The Bursar added that student rooms have been prioritised for completion, so that “students taking up residence can live and work normally, even if there are residual works on going elsewhere… these minor inconveniences will soon be forgotten once everyone is enjoying the fantastic new facilities.”

Second year Nick Hilton is a “little sceptical” of such reassurance, adding “the idea that plastering and painting … won’t have an impact on students in the building is crazy.” David Butler, Rent and Accommodation officer at OUSU has stated, “Pembroke JCR may be justified in asking for compensation if the College has failed to live up to its contractual obligations or students’ legitimate expectations. OUSU, as always, stands ready to assist one of its affiliated common rooms on an important issue like this.” Cherwell has found no evidence to suggest that Pembroke has been in breach of contractual obligations with students.

The possibility of compensation was initially discussed by JCR President David White and the Bursar. Such compensation would be unprecedented and only considered if the rooms were ‘untenable’.

Pembroke’s Bursar is clear that there will be no such breach of contract, and David White has pointed out, “Nobody has yet taken residence in the New Build, and therefore any discussion on action at this stage is purely speculative.” Regarding noise or disturbance, students were reassured that, “if there’s anything you can be sure that academics will fight to protect, it’s the sanctity of silence.”

White asked students to “stay positive”, adding “the vast majority are very excited to be accommodated in the New Build, are delighted to have the opportunity to use its facilities and are simply proud to be involved with it.” Mathematician Laurence Hutton-Smith agreed, summarising “shit happens, I’m still psyched about moving in!”

To every wannabe politician: get out there and volunteer

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“The Games Makers stand among the heroes of London 2012,” declared Seb Coe at the Paralympics closing ceremony last Sunday. And for the second time this golden summer, rapturous applause was reserved for the efforts of the volunteers – the biggest UK peacetime mobilisation since the war, a feat rivalling its predecessor in spirit.

The refrain was universal: good, decent folk of this nation, of all creeds and colours, had come together and made Britain proud of what it could achieve. But what was not lost on me was the fact that it showed what more our society is capable of doing for itself.

I can say with pride that I was one of those orange-and-purple shirts. Before, it hadn’t always been such a sure thing, but now, without question, I am glad to have had that experience.

Becoming familiar with other members of my team, I was struck by the sheer variety of walks of life we’d come from. Uniforms were a great leveller; there wasn’t much scope for personalisation, but perhaps that helped. You couldn’t tell much about anyone or assume anything too surely.

So you spoke to them. Strings of conversations gradually sketched for me, in vividly candid terms, the daily lives and worries of those in teaching, public service, business, media; of family life in the rural counties, family life in the inner city.

For someone who fervently believes in taking the broader view, I realised my horizons were more like those of someone lying down on the beach. But what struck me most of all was that it shouldn’t just be me hearing what these folks had to say: politicians ought to be party to these frank exchanges.

Lanarkshire MP and shadow energy minister Tom Greatrex was the only MP to volunteer at the Games. I applaud him – for his organisational prodigy as much as anything else. MPs, I know, have trouble fitting in engagements at the best of times, and wade knee-deep through constituency work during recess.

Maybe if more had taken volunteer roles, there would have been a furore about missed opportunities for those in line behind them. But really, I don’t think it would’ve been a problem. National spirit ran high this August, and, if you set that against the raucous reception Osborne and co. received for various humble cameos, mucking in rather than presiding might have been met with some polite appreciation.

Had they actually been in our two-tone ranks, they would have learned a great deal. In his short speech, Coe’s pointed mention of his frank and moving encounter with a 7/7 witness-turned-Games Maker gave us a flavour how valuable discourse can be.

The teachers I talked to expressed concerns you simply couldn’t imagine telling Michael Gove on an official visit. He’s keen to hear warts and all, but he’ll probably get a tactfully sanitised report. On the job, there’s only a certain amount you will comfortably unload on a suited government minister surrounded by a posse of wonks.

And if, back in Whitehall, testing opinion is deputised to researchers, how can a perpetually hands-full MP ever truly be in touch with the situation on the ground?

Volunteering also brought into perspective the relative narrowness of my social milieu. As an Oxford student, educated with peers who mostly went to Russell Group universities, it was at once sobering and strangely refreshing to quickly learn not to ask things like “Which university did you go to?”  as a matter of course.

But while I may have had this healthy opportunity to step back a little, there are some people at top universities who will be wilfully content to remain in an unworldly bubble. It worries me, because a handful of them, in all probability, will reach the highest echelons of power in our country.

In fact a few are so mollycoddled and distinct from the general student body that they are slightly bonkers: if you look at some of the more esoteric characters in Parliament, they bear so little resemblance to your average well-informed citizen that it’s no wonder people feel like they can hardly relate to anyone on the ballot paper.

It’s made worse by the feeling that they are choosing between careerists with no grounding in reality whatsoever: a far cry from the days when miners and soldiers and shop owners headed to Westminster with the heart of a community behind them.

It so leaves me to stress to anyone who harbours grand ambitions of office – should you condescend to read this – that hours spent involving yourself in community projects and volunteering schemes wouldn’t be wasted. You’ll transparently get an idea of the problems of those you will seek to represent. If you want to claim to know the will of the people, all experience is good experience.

I’m not saying that forcing the House of Commons wholesale into Adidas trackies this summer would have solved all our political apathy problems. To some degree as well, the melting-pot scenario of the Games was a unique one.

But what I am saying is this is precisely what politicians should be more publicly involved in, both for their own good, and for the good of democracy’s health in our nation. Big Dave wants a Big Society, but policy should always start at home.

 

The Freshers Guide to Classical Music in Oxford

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You’ve waved your parents goodbye, your room’s unpacked and you’re ready to face Fresher’s Week. With friends to make, societies to join and a jam-packed term ahead of you, it’s hard to know where to start. Oxford is a bustling hub for music of every sort, but its classical scene is internationally renowned. Whether you’re keen to play yourself or happy to take in the wealth of concerts available, there are plenty of opportunities for all.

It might be worth having a listen to your fellow students. In the last couple of years, the previous BBC Young Musician of the Year winners Jennifer Pike and Mark Simpson have graduated from Oxford. If you watched this year’s Last Night of the Proms, you will have seen Mark Simpson’s piece spark open this landmark concert to an international audience of millions. Student ensembles such as the Oxford University Orchestra (the pinnacle of orchestral playing) and the Oxford University String Ensemble perform termly concerts in venues such as the grand Sheldonian Theatre. Less common fare may be heard in the concerts of the Oxford University Sinfonietta, who frequently perform eclectic and wide-ranging repertoire. These are only a few of the groups who fall under the bracket of OUMS, who hold auditions at the end of Fresher’s week.

The choral offerings are equally rich, especially the music which frequently echoes through college chapels and across the city. The choirs of New, Christ Church and Magdalen are widely regarded as the ‘trinity’ of choral institutions, although all of the college choirs have an individual character and sound. Outside of the chapel choir sphere, Schola Cantorum is undoubtedly Oxford’s most renowned choir. A collection of singers at a professional level, they often feature in TV documentaries and flit about the globe on various engagements.

However, from the Arcadian Singers to the Oxford University Student Chorus, there is something for everyone. I haven’t even mentioned the ‘scratch’ concerts which are put together last-minute. These have proved to be the most memorable experiences of my concert life in Oxford so far, from Arvo Part’s Stabat mater by candlelight in the Univ chapel to a wind-swept performance of Thomas Tallis’ Spem in Alium (pre-Fifty Shades fame) around the Worcester quad. These concerts are often organised at short notice, so watch out on Facebook and for posters in your college lodge.

Oxford also plays host to internationally-renowned artists, from Daniel Barenboim to Lang Lang. For these, Music at Oxford is definitely worth a look, with concerts taking place in venues from the intimacy of the Holywell Music Room to atmospheric chapel performances. This term, the Oxford Chamber Music Festival and the Oxford Lieder Festival bring names such as Maxim Rysanov, Vilde Frang, Alice Coote and Sarah Connolly to the city of dreaming spires.

From the buskers lining Cornmarket Street to the strains of music drifting out of rooms around college, there is always something going on. The only problem is deciding which concert to go to. With cheap or free student tickets, what’s stopping you?

Magical Murray mints tennis’ hard currency

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In the end, the symmetry was simply too perfect to deny. The symmetry with the oft-cited Fred Perry, Britain’s last Major champion, whose victory 76 years ago came on the same day, at the same tournament, in the same thrillingly extended circumstances of a five-setter. The symmetry with Ivan Lendl, Andy Murray’s coach, who also lost his first four appearances in Grand Slam finals but triumphed at the fifth attempt, again in five sets.

But the most important, the most irresistible symmetry of all, is that Murray’s enormous talent and prodigious diligence now find their reflection in achievement and acclaim on an equally gigantic scale.

In the avalanche of analysis that follows Murray’s epic US Open win, many factors will be implicated in the Scot’s breakthrough success after a sequence of frustrations. Lendl, a looming figure of taciturn conviction. The Olympics. The wind. The New York crowd. The absence of Rafael Nadal and the premature exit of Roger Federer. Luck, pluck and a few smoking forehands.

They all played their part, but to overstate their importance is to underestimate the skill, commitment and superhuman strength of character with which Murray hauled in an ambition weighty enough to burden a nation. This wasn’t his fate; it is his feat.

After all, what these isles really thirsted for, after three-quarters of a century, was not a Grand Slam championship to add to the national honour roll, but a Grand Slam champion. So let’s celebrate the man.

Murray is, most obviously, a phenomenal athlete. According to his trainer Jez Green, the Scot has the strength of a rugby player, the stamina of a middle-distance runner and the explosive speed of a sprinter (his 100m time is around 11 seconds). So awesome has Novak Djokovic’s conditioning been in recent times that Sports Illustrated published a persuasive piece arguing that the Serbian was the fittest athlete of all time, yet in Monday’s fifth set, he could not live with Murray’s superior strength.

To his innate elastic-limbed defensive excellence, Murray has added the necessary aggression. Against Djokovic, he sought to take control on the big points, stepping up from the baseline and taking the ball on the rise; nobody transitions more devastatingly from defence to attack. He has also become an outstanding tactician: the NYT’s Geoff Macdonald says Murray “plays the smartest game in tennis.” In holes against Cilic and Berdych, Murray’s brain whirred like a supercomputer, coolly recalibrating his game for the demands of the situation under the immense pressure of a heavy deficit.

Just as impressive is Murray’s determination. He has said his victory is “what I have been working towards for the last ten years of my life.” And how he has worked. When he felt his teenage coaching was inadequate, he moved to Barcelona, alone, at age 15. When he felt his conditioning was letting him down, he devised a fitness program that lasts six hours a day off season and includes chin-ups with 20 kilos strapped to his waist and sets of twenty 100m sprints in 20 minutes. When he suspected his performance suffered in hot weather, he started doing Bikram yoga in 43-degree saunas.

It was suggested that Murray’s tearful runner’s-up speech at this year’s Wimbledon boosted his popularity by making him more relatable. But the opposite was surely true: it showed how far removed Murray was from the average Joe in his willingness to invest with such single-minded totality in an ambition that had no guarantee of fulfilment.

Now that that ambition is fulfilled, and Murray has smiled for the cameras, perhaps he will finally be accorded national treasure status by a country that has not always found it easy to warm to him. It was our loss. Murray was never dour or gloomy, just measured and reflective. He was never bratty or unpatriotic, just the victim of shameful caricature and misquotation. And those fools who maintain the Scot has no sense of humour should watch the YouTube video of Murray at Roland Garros crooning a ridiculous karaoke rendition of ‘I Want You Back’ in a disco wig.

The truth is that Andy Murray has been for many years one of Britain and Scotland’s most admirable sporting exports – competing with the world’s best with skill and dedication on the court, conducting himself with understated dignity off it. There can be no disagreeing with Djokovic’s gracious assessment that no-one deserves this Major triumph more than Murray.

So that’s that then. The drought is over, the ghost is laid to rest, the monkey has been flung from the hunched back of British tennis. Tennis’s oldest storyline is at an end, but if Andy Murray’s manifold qualities endure, the next chapter could be really rather special.

Ebdon: Oxbridge application process a “potential barrier”

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The new chief of the government’s university access watchdog has suggested that Oxford and Cambridge’s separate application process could be deterring less advantaged students from applying.

Les Ebdon, who formally became head of the Office for Fair Access (OFFA) on Monday 3 September, spoke to The Times newspaper in an interview in which he set out the agenda in his new role.

Looking to challenge admissions at the most selective institutions, Ebdon made particular mention of the ancient universities and their collegiate systems of education.

He claimed that such a system “can be difficult to understand if you are not initiated into it”, adding that these concerns had been acknowledged.

“I visited both Oxford and Cambridge and they are aware of the potential barriers of the complexities their admissions system can put up,” he said.

However, Ebdon praised efforts made by both universities, particularly in promoting their state school summer schools, which have helped boost entrance prospects for attendees.

A spokesperson for Oxford University said: “It is absolutely in our interests to attract and select the brightest students, regardless of background. We take many steps to achieve this aim, including offering financial support this year for the poorest students – the most generous of any university in the country.”

Lawrence Houldsworth, a Christ Church historian and former Oxford summer school attendee, is now a committee officer for Oxford’s prolific Target Schools scheme. He told Cherwell: “I can’t understate how incredibly hard Oxford tries to dismantle the misleading stereotypes that it has accumulated over centuries.

“The college system here is, actually, what makes the experience so amazing – frankly, it should attract disadvantaged students to apply. You’re living in a uniquely small and intimate academic environment, which at the same time is a close-knit community in which you develop strong social bonds.

“Students always ask me which college to apply to. I say, remember, it doesn’t matter in the end: you’re still applying to Oxford. The college system can receive too much unnecessary fuss, and should really pose no barrier at all.”

 

“I am prepared to be a tough negotiator”

Professor Ebdon, a former vice-chancellor of the University of Bedfordshire, was appointed in February amid divided opinion after remarks he made criticising the dominance of Oxbridge in UK university rankings.

Conservative critics accused him of ‘social engineering’ and undermining the education system.

Current statistics reveal that seven children from the wealthiest 20 per cent of households are admitted for every student admitted from the poorest 40 per cent.

Ebdon voiced his support for the use of contextual data in admissions, and will place an emphasis on visible progress and proven strategies.

He has indicated restraint in deploying OFFA’s new powers to slap on a £500,000 fine or cap fees at £6,000 for lagging institutions. However, he did not rule it out altogether if it protected students.

“If a university made a promise to students that it didn’t fulfil – promising them a certain level of bursary or scholarship which it then withdrew, or something like that – then I think without doubt it would be right to introduce a sanction.”

He insisted that he would not interfere with any admissions systems, but asserted, “Under my leadership, OFFA will expect universities to set themselves more challenging targets. 

“I don’t have difficulty in relating to the full range of universities. I am quite prepared to be a tough negotiator. I am also prepared to be a strong supporter.”

In comments to The Daily Telegraph, Ebdon pronounced the task facing Oxbridge to be “more stark” than for other universities.

OFFA approved universities’ 2013-4 access agreements in late July, including Oxford’s

One section states: “Oxford’s admissions process is focussed on identifying an applicant’s ability and potential… decisions will be based on academic factors, with the aim of admitting the best candidates in each subject rather than meeting predetermined quotas of students from particular backgrounds.”

The Cuban Beat

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Poet and revolutionary Jose Marti once wrote in hope for a better Cuba, ‘The spirit of a government must be that of the country. The form of a government must come from the makeup of the country. Government is nothing but the balance of the natural elements of a country.’

These words now strike an ironic chord in modern Cuba, but the spirit and human beauty can still be found there. 

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Cherwell’s fresher FAQ

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The answers are in – you asked, and the editors have, to some extent, answered. Here are a choice selection of your fears and doubts and our attempts to quell them. 

 

Why won’t they let me have fairylights or a toaster and do I need an iron and a kettle?!??

A, Wadham

Always asked in a tone of mild panic, these questions are in fact not as important as all freshers seem to think. If they don’t let you have fairylights or toasters that’s because they are draconian and love tyranny, and will struggle to impose any real order upon you once term starts so hope to exert what little power they have through pre-term missives.

Yes, bring a kettle. Bring an iron if you want but if you do you will never use it and we, personally, will judge you.

I am not the Oxford stereotype, and I am quite worried. I like going clubbing a lot, and I am worried that no one else will. Do big nights out (BNOs) exist in Oxford? What if I only meet people who only want to stay in and make pasta all the time?

J. (college undisclosed)

This is a difficult one. In our humble experience, most year groups at most colleges divide cleanly in half into people who, as you so eloquently put it, enjoy cooking pasta together (or alone), and those who do, mercifully, indulge in the horrors of Oxford’s clubnights. This actually creates a relatively happy situation in which those who don’t like clubbing find like-minded friends, and those who do like clubbing do too.

The next point to address, however, is whether ‘BNO’s are really a part of Oxford life. At other universities, these consist of

For girls:

Fake tan

Hair. Lots of hair. And even more hairspray.

Heels

staying out past three

Cheap drinks

Sex

For boys:

The same, minus the heels, plus your ‘going out shirt’

At Oxford, it is quite possible for a night out to feature none of these things. Given the workload of most of our cohort, these really ‘big’ nights are often more of a dream than a reality, and even those gasping for fun after an essay crisis will tend to nod off around midnight.

To be honest though, wearing heels is, frankly, a nightmare, so that isn’t something we’ve missed.

Does anyone at Oxford have sex?

L., Corpus Christi

In short, not really – you only have to look at our depressing performance in various sex surveys to know that (number 32nd. Wow.) 

However, we have heard rumours that some people, somewhere, are up for it. Good luck, soldier.

Will I gain the freshers’ fifteen?

M., New

Living in college has its advantages and its disadvantages. One advantage is that you don’t have to cook. A disadvantage is that, if you eat the college food, you will, almost beyond doubt, gain weight. One memorable occasion in which your editors’ cooks served a meal consisting of a starter of potato wedges, a main of lasagne with a side of garlic bread and the usual bread and butter, sticks in their minds (and to their hips.) College cooks aren’t vegetables’ biggest fans.

Endless amounts of work is also not that conducive to doing sport, but if you join a team (even if it’s your college croquet team) or, occasionally, walk somewhere, you should be all right. If not, just wear big jumpers all term.

Am I posh enough? I’m worried everyone at my college will have their own punt, yacht, and pad in London and I won’t be able to compete…

– A., Christ Church

Of course you are. Oxford has no higher a concentration of ‘posh’ people than anywhere else (and Bristol probably wins in the country as a whole) and besides, anyone who will judge you for lacking any of the above is probably not worth sticking with. Punts are also very easy to rent (and potentially pass off as your own). Yachts perhaps less so.

How do I date posh girls?

– K. , Magdalen

No comment.

How do I combat freshers’ flu?

-Y., Lincoln

A heady mix of orange juice, vodka, and a ‘keep calm and carry on’ mantra is probably the best plan of action – you don’t want to miss out on your first term, so save the bed-malingering till the vac.

How much should I sign up to at freshers’ fair?

– C, York

Well for a start we hope your sense of direction improves by the time it rolls around, because you’re in the wrong place now. But, as we’re very inclusive here at Cherwell, we’ll answer anyway:

As much as you want, and especially to any stall that will give you free things. We would recommend that you visit the G+Ds and Dominos stalls but, uh, they’ll be at the Oxford one.