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University receives government funding for life sciences

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Oxford University’s medical sciences division has received a massive boost after being presented with a £750,000 government grant.

On 2nd August, David Willetts, minister for Universities and Science, announced at the British business embassy that Oxford University would be receiving the joint largest grant alongside the University of Dundee.

Along with a number of other grants ranging from £360,000-£750,000 for a selection of universities nationwide, Willetts believes that these grants will “drive growth and benefit patients. 

Announced by the Prime Minister David Cameron in December 2011 this ‘Confidence in Concept’ award forms part of the £180m programme for the government’s Life Sciences Strategy, known as the ‘Biomedical Catalyst’.

Managed by the Medical Research Council (MRC), the award is funding around 150 projects across 14 UK universities. With the aim of aiding new discoveries in laboratories transform into clinical development and testing, the grant has been welcomed by the University.

Professor Rodney Phillips, associate head of the medical sciences division at the University stated, “We are delighted to receive this large grant from the MRC. Oxford has one of the largest clinical trial portfolios in the UK…But it is not always easy for researchers to get the funding they need to see if their novel research could have promise as a new treatment for patients.”

Dr Wendy Ewart, deputy chief executive of the MRC, claims that, “The MRC’s Confidence in Concept awards will empower leading UK universities to respond quickly to emerging translational opportunities as they arise… helping to bridge the gap between discovery and development.”

The grant is only a small part of the government’s ‘Biomedical Catalyst’ funding which also includes awards by the Technology Strategy Board for eighteen small and medium sized businesses to explore the commercial opportunity that this new research could create.

David Willets argues that, “The Biomedical Catalyst will help bridge the so-called ‘valley of death’ that exists between when a bright new idea is developed in the laboratory and the point when a new drug or technology can be invested in by the market.”

The funding is under the control of the University and could be put towards a large number of projects including tests to aid the design of flu vaccines and the study of compounds to block enzymes related to the development of tumours.

Review: Brave

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Pixar’s fairy tale of 10th century Scotland is a perplexing blend of two narratives; one in which the spirited princess Merida rejects her constrictive role in society and struggles to achieve sexual freedom, and one in which she encounters mystical forces  which transform her mother into a bear.

The trailer cunningly fails to mention the second narrative, probably because it is so weird and doesn’t fit with the Pixar way of doing things. In a Studio Ghibli film it would have worked. You’d have a sense of why the character has become a cat or a pig or whatever, and at the end of the film feel relatively clear about the character’s development. In Brave this is not the case, and furthermore the bear scenario sits oddly between comedy and tragedy; the mincing gait and effeminate posturing of the Queen-bear are too cruel and unsettling to get any laughs, while the whole thing is treated much too light-heartedly for it to have any emotional weight.

It’s nonetheless a fairy tale which is less offensive to women than most, and the absence of any kind of love story is a really nice touch. The only problem with questioning one aspect of the fairy tale ideology is that it really throws into relief all the other nasty assumptions at play. For example, the class thing. I’m baffled as to why, in 2012, we have the dopey, overweight servant ‘Maudy’ who continually goes into hysterics as she’s tormented by more quick-witted characters. And without a love story there’s no opportunity for the humble love interest to mess with some of the assumptions about class.

The film does at least look beautiful, with a constantly shifting mixture of very dark and very bright and colours reproducing the dramatic changeability of the Scottish landscape. Merida’s fantastically curly hair is fascinating to the extent that it tends to steal the show, upstaging everything from the forest scenery to Merida’s own face, which starts to look bland and inexpressive.

As with the unbalanced animation, the whole film is a bit wonky and muddled. It shuffles about a few motifs of the fairy tale without much enthusiasm, lacks the laughs of other Pixar films, and hangs off a bizarrely unclear and directionless plot. But it’s nonetheless worth seeing even if it doesn’t all fit together. It’s quite refreshing to watch something so unexpectedly strange and (perhaps unwittingly) dark. 

THREE STARS

Bodleian campaigns to digitise Shakespeare’s First Folio

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Big names from the world of arts, culture and academia have lined up to support the Bodleian Libraries’ fundraising campaign to make the first collected edition of Shakespeare’s plays available online.

The campaign, Sprint for Shakespeare, was launched last week, and aims to raise £20,000 by public appeal in order to make the 1623 collection of plays, also known as the First Folio, obtainable online. With almost 1000 pages to digitise, the Sprint for Shakespeare target of £20,000 averages at £20 per page.

Once the project is completed, the volume will be available online in digital format at http://shakespeare.bodleian.ox.ac.uk, and will be accessible to anyone free of charge. Campaign leaders hope the website will become “a dynamic forum to celebrate Shakespeare” and “prepare for Oxford’s celebrations of the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare’s death in 2016”.

The First Folio included 36 of Shakespeare’s plays, published posthumously in an ambitious publishing project led by his fellow actors John Heminge and Henry Condell, many of which had not previously been published. Without it, there would have been no record of many of his most celebrated works, including Macbeth, Twelfth Night, and Measure for Measure. The Bodelian Libraries’ assert that “Quite simply, Shakespeare’s reputation in subsequent ages depends on this collection of his work.”

The launch of the campaign has received much notable support. Actress Vanessa Redgrave commented, “I am very happy to help the Bodleian Libraries raise funds so that the First Folio of Shakespeare’s plays may be read and studied online; this will be a wonderful achievement.”

Stephen Fry has too publicly shared his enthusiasm for the project, noting, “First Folio as a phrase sounds so distant from our everyday lives, but this priceless and extraordinary collection of plays turned the world upside down (or should that be the right way up?) every bit as much as Newton was to do nearly 60 or so years later.

“The works of Shakespeare, now as much as ever, tell us what it is to be alive. The ambiguity, doubt, puzzlement, pain, madness and hilarity of existence had never been expressed so well and to this day never has. To bring the First Folio, the great authoritative publication, to everyone in the world via digitisation is as noble and magnificent a project as can be imagined and I whole-heartedly support the Bodleian and all those endorsing this marvellous enterprise.”

Sir Peter Hall, Founder of the Royal Shakespeare Company, added, “The digitization of the Bodleian copy of Shakespeare’s First Folio is a project of huge importance.  It will provide an unrivalled opportunity for textual study not only for actors, directors and other theatre practitioners and their academic colleagues, but also for audiences whose love of the plays has remained undiminished over the centuries.”

Dr Sarah Thomas, Bodley’s Librarian said: ‘The Bodleian copy of the First Folio has a special place in the Library’s history.  Its pages are not only evidence of Shakespeare’s literary genius but are also a testimony of how the Bodleian built its collections over time.”

Shakespeare specialist Professor Jonathan Bate of Worcester College has also expressed his support for the campaign, calling the First Folio “the most important secular book in the history of the western world”.

He continued, “Every copy is a treasure of huge importance and, fascinatingly, because of the printing process in Shakespeare’s time, every copy has its own unique characteristics. There was a time when only advanced scholars, and people able to travel to the great libraries, had the opportunity to view the key copies of the Folio, but now the Internet has the capacity to make them available to everyone — the digitization of the Bodleian copy, with its strange and eventful history, is a great project.’

English third-year Hattie Soper added, “I think the endeavour is very worthwhile and the digitised First Folio will become a much-loved resource. As a facsimile it’s all the more precious because it’s relatively hard to come across Shakespeare’s plays in the original language. The vast majority of editions are modern translations, making the project particularly fresh and exciting.”

Kids in Suits

This summer I have a Proper Job; I go to meetings, shake hands with people and attempt to sound serious and knowledgeable on the phone. But it always strikes me as comic when I put my sensible blouse and skirt on in the morning and head out to shuffle along with all the other commuters: I’m barely more than a kid in a suit! Has anyone noticed that I’m not really a bona fide adult yet?

However, I’ve asked around and apparently this feeling doesn’t really go away. It also seems to be fairly well-founded, because lots of adults really don’t know what they’re doing and really do behave like confused or petulant children. In fact, one of the alarming aspects of getting older is realising that Grown Ups aren’t really all that Grown Up at all. They don’t have all the answers that I hoped came with adulthood. Nobody turned up on my 18th birthday and explained the secrets of the world to me.

There must be experts out there, right? You know, people who really know how the world works, people who approach life with self-certainty. And even those who feel like frauds in the adult world can surely get things right (I hope), even if by sheer luck. But there does seem to be a strong contingent of people who really are kids in suits, or, worse, who think they’re grown ups while actually not having the faintest clue what they’re doing.

This shocking revelation somewhat explains why things keep going belly-up. The economic crisis? Well, it turns out that economists are just kids in suits, messing around with spreadsheets, pointing at charts and making self-assured guesses. And then their bluff was called, spectacularly, and we went into financial meltdown. They’re still floundering in the dark, even now. Take the euro: two hundred German economists recently signed an appeal against a euro banking union, and two hundred signed in its support, while eleven economists… signed both. Brilliant.

Politics represents the classic case of kids in suits. Just watch them all at PMQ’s, jeering and cheering and stamping their feet, even if they don’t have the faintest idea what it is they’re lambasting. And look at the Cabinet, blithering this way and that, making U-turns and playing tit-for-tat. The Thick of It, soon to return to our screens, could almost be a documentary. All the while our Prime Minister is honing his skills on Angry Birds, the iPad game enjoyed by millions….of eight year olds.

And at the risk of indulging in banker-bashing, the financial sector does seem to offer some good examples. In 1995 Nick Leeson single-handedly destroyed Barings Bank by losing £827 million, but rogue trading continues to thrive; last year, Kweku Adoboli lost UBS around £1.3 million. The funny thing is that their bosses didn’t spot it, nor did most of the financial bigwigs spot the subprime mortgage crisis heading their way, nor did they know anything about Libor fixing (so they say). It seems that boardrooms across the world might really be staffed by toddlers in suits, doing a bit of business before naptime.

Higher education may broaden the mind and sharpen the intellect, but the top universities are also really good at training their students to argue powerfully and sound persuasive, even if their position is shaky. Once students leave the confines of their university and start to make their way in the world, this skill helps the amateurs to disguise themselves amongst the professionals, cloaked in an air of seeming to know what they’re talking about. Oxford says: “Here’s a half-useful reading list, here’s all the books ever published, in a week you’ll have to defend your essay against the world expert in your subject: GO.” You can’t possibly become an authority on the topic in a week, but by learning the fine art of blagging, you might just get away with it every now and then. It’s a life skill in the making.

It is telling therefore that rump of the Establishment are products of the Oxbridge system. They won at the game of Pretending To Know What You’re Talking About, thereby qualifying them for the upper echelons of life.

And so the Kids in Suits Brigade muddle along. Look carefully and you can see them running the world (and making a mess of it – for more info, see: History), acting the part of lawyers and teachers and salesmen (without really knowing what they’re doing), and populating offices across the nation, presenting PowerPoint slides with impossibly complicated diagrams to other people who’ll nod knowingly but remain completely clueless, hoping nobody will notice.

It’s a scary thought that the world is so full of people who have no idea what they’re doing. But there are some straws to clutch at for comfort:

a)      The world has always been full of clueless people doing clueless things, from the Lords who ordered the Charge of the Light Brigade, to Rupert Murdoch buying Myspace. And yet we’ve managed to get this far.

b)      If you feel like a kid in a suit, you’re not alone – and at least you know it. This self-awareness should stop you doing anything breathtakingly stupid.

However, this does not detract from the fact that I’m not really an adult, and so you should probably dismiss this article entirely: I’m just pretending to know what I’m talking about. 

Oxford alumni enjoy Olympic success

Three University of Oxford alumni have so far taken gold in the London Olympics, meaning that the Oxonian gold tally matches that of the whole nation of South Africa, and comfortably surpasses that of Cambridge alumni at the time of writing.

It is no great surprise that Oxford’s Olympic success has historically been in rowing. Sir Matt Pinsent, formerly a geography undergraduate at St Catherine’s is arguably Oxford’s greatest ever Olympian, having rowed his way to four consecutive gold medals. True to form, one-time Blues boat mates Andy Triggs-Hogg and Pete Reed, who were both members of Oxford’s victorious boat race team in 2005, took gold in the men’s coxless four in the early stages of Team GB’s ‘Super’ Saturday.

Triggs-Hodge and Reed both came to Oxford as graduate students, the former in 2004 to study, again at St Catherine’s, for an MSc in Water Science, Policy and Management. The latter spent two years at traditional rowing powerhouse Oriel, studying for an MSc in Mechanical Engineering. 

Another Oxford rower to win a medal this year is Constantine Louloudis, stroke of the men’s eight which won a bronze last week. Louloudis, who was a member of Oxford’s winning boat race crew as a fresher, is currently reading Classics at Trinity College but put his degree on hold to pursue his Olympic ambitions.

Perhaps the most interesting of this year’s gold medallists is relatively unheralded American swimmer Davis Tarwater. Tarwater retired from professional swimming in 2009 to concentrate on academia, having never been able to break into a USA Olympic squad.

But in an interview with the USA swimming website, Tarwater credited his subsequent year at Oxford studying for an MSc in Latin American Studies as being instrumental in the remarkable turnaround his career has undergone since then: “It was the best year of my life, and I think I got everything out of it that I possibly could have. I did not intend to continue competing athletically upon the completion of my Masters’ Degree in 2010.

‘However, after seeing the calibre of student attending Oxford, I realized that athletics was a good way to affect and inspire others, and for me to further develop personally. My friends in college were very supportive in encouraging my return to sports.”

Encouraged not just by college friends, but also by his relationship with God, the deeply religious swimmer made his return in 2010, with just 18 months to recover form and fitness before the Olympic trials. He scraped through these by virtue of Michael Phelps dropping out of his 200m freestyle relay berth, and was rewarded as the US team took gold in the event last week.

Finally, British discus record-holder Lawrence Okoye, currently 19 years old, will this year go up to St Peter’s College to read Law, having deferred his place year in order to focus on the Olympics. Okoye confirmed his potential by securing a place in the discus final with his last throw in qualification on Monday, but a best throw of 61.03 in the finals on Tuesday evening left him out of medal contention.  

Faces of Russia

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Housing levy challenged by Oxford colleges

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The colleges, including Christ Church, Merton, Lincoln, Jesus, University and St Catherine’s, say that the tax is unlawful and would take money away from academic purposes and maintenance of college buildings.

The levy, which could cost colleges millions of pounds, increases the cost of new student accommodation by introducing a charge of £140 per square metre and an additional five per cent administration charge. This could potentially affect students through rent increases on university accommodation, or decreases in the availability of university student housing.

Wilf Stephenson, treasurer of Oriel, and a member of the Estate Bursars’ committee, said “We support the need for affordable housing in Oxford, but we believe the application of a levy to student accommodation is misdirected. When applied to the Oxford colleges, draft Policy HP6 seeks to impose an unjustified tax on education and research.”

According to the colleges involved, the levy “would take money away from our mission of delivering excellence in education and research.”

University spokesman Maria Coyle told the Oxford Mail that the colleges were seeking a dialogue with the council about the Housing and Sites Plan. “Their submission concludes that the additional levy, otherwise known as the affordable housing contribution, is not consistent with the city council’s core strategy adopted in March 2011.”

“They also argue that the levy is not set out in the core strategy, nor was there any debate on this matter during the core preparation process.”

Colin Cook, City Council board member for city development, told Cherwell that, “The council made some changes to the wording of this policy which were submitted to the Inspector last week. We hope these changes address the concerns of the University and the Colleges.”

“There will be an opportunity for the University and Colleges to make any points they wish to make before the Inspector at the inquiry in September and the Inspector will then decide if any further consultation on the proposed changes is required.”

Oxford Brookes say that the policy is unjustified, and would lead to higher student rental fees, disadvantaging those with lower financial resources. In their submission to the council’s consultation they argue that “The contribution towards affordable housing also cannot be justified where provision is made on a site that is already in student accommodation as there is no impact on the local housing market.”

The city council has also been criticised this week for failing to enforce a cap on the number of students living in private rented accommodation in Oxford. Its flagship policy prevents Oxford University and Oxford Brookes from moving into new buildings until there are less than 3,000 students living in city homes.

However, earlier this month Oxford University moved into new buildings in Radcliffe House in the Radcliffe Observatory Quarter, despite a reported 3,250 Oxford students living out in residential accommodation in Oxford.

Review: Twin Shadow – Confess

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A Google Images search for ‘George Lewis Jr leather jacket’ produces roughly 146000 results. The only surprising thing about this is that, in the vast majority of them, he doesn’t appear to have a toothpick between his incisors. Confess, the follow-up to Twin Shadow’s sparkling freshman effort, calls on virtually every 1980’s bad-boy cliché, producing an album that sounds like Judd Nelson’s Breakfast Club dressing-room playlist. Think smoking in stairwells, kissing people you shouldn’t, and hoping to God that you don’t fall off the back of your older brother’s uninsured motorbike. The output is glossy, well-structured, and generally superb – and should they remake Miami Vice anytime soon, will make an excellent starting point for the soundtrack coordinator.

2010’s Forget, a gentler, more mellow effort, used its unrestrained employment of synthesisers as a backdrop to getting married in a chapel in a valley. Whoever sang those words is demonstrably absent from Confess. It’s ‘absurd to cherish every kiss’, he reminds the listener in ‘Beg For The Night’, while ‘Five Seconds’ (which is almost laughably retro) isn’t ‘trying to make you cry.’  Confess‘ protagonist is presumably not the kind of young man you’d like your sister to keep company with, and someone where contact makes a broken heart a obligatory secondary by-product. Lewis’ voice is mellifluous and deeply sexy, and so too is his song-writing. This kind of smooth baritone necessitates songs with a strong foundation and an album with clear structure to prevent the LP from becoming a lustrous musical puddle. Here, furious guitar riffs and fuzzy synth beats really come into their own, providing well-calcified bones to his voice’s meat. 

The album has been dismissed by some as being derivative. If anything, this is to be celebrated. Confess is fast and loose and disreputable. It doesn’t do anything new, but what it does is excellent, and plays into a current taste for synth-heavy power pop, as in M83’s Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming. Twin Shadow has made intelligent and sensitive choices that showcase some of the best features of the genre in a glorious way, making for an album that should endure long beyond the end of the fad. Confess is ‘bad’, and good, and perhaps even so bad that it’s good. Well worth your time.

FOUR STARS

More to the Games than just Usain

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You don’t want to read another article about Ainslie and Ennis, Murray and Mo, the rowers and the riders; which is convenient, as there’s nothing much more to say. Every paper this week has given the front-page treatment to the British medal winners – as well they should – to the point where any member of Team GB expecting a gold in the second week of London 2012 might almost start worrying about medal fatigue. Though if Phillips Idowu manages to both claim the triple jump competition and challenge Charles van Commenee to pistols at dawn there might just be a story in that. Still, I imagine we’ve reached saturation point with the headline sports.

So from the start I’ve been taking Jacques Cousteau as my inspiration and, remote control my bathysphere, exploring the murky depths the red button has to offer. It emerges that, beyond the big-budget, HD, multi-presenter zones of the velodrome and Eton Dorney, there are other worlds. Worlds where Hazel Irvine fears to tread. Often shown by fixed lens cameras, shorn of any presentation or commentary, this is pure sport. First stop was the under 56kg Men’s weightlifting. It was enthralling. These are men who weigh less than 9 stone, lifting over 26 stone. Without the benefit of commentary (or indeed any noise at all apart from the moans of the competitors) the viewer had to intuit the narratives – no idea of favourites or non-runners gave the whole thing a pleasant sense of surprise. Weightlifting, against all rash expectation, makes for compulsive viewing. There’s a moment between the lift beginning and its completion or failure where all is utter jeopardy – it’s like the flipping of a pancake but instead of a dough-plastered hob there’s a possibility for excruciating injury. The athletes are completely exposed, as if on stage delivering a monologue. And when Om Yun Chol of North Korea hoisted a preposterous 168kg of bar and plates into the air he blew the doors off the place. Most of this crowd were people who, it wouldn’t be too risky to wager, weren’t aficionados of the powerlifting scene, but they’d been won over by the sheer human exertion on display.

Next up was water polo. Not an event that’s made much of a cultural impact on the British consciousness, American high school films full of letterman jacket-clad jocks aside. But even without any analysis the bouts between south eastern European nations and traditional Olympics high-fliers like Australia and the US were compelling. An underwater camera showed the extent of the skulduggery, as many a man was sent to the sin-bin corner for a range of offences that ran the gamut from comical (tweaking) to violent (full on kidney punches). Highly tactical, the sport revolves around complex build-up play (think Arsenal) combined with explosive shooting (think other teams than Arsenal). Also impressive was the conditioning required to be constantly treading water before motoring oneself down the pool in possession, only to have to grapple with belligerent opposition.

So take the plunge. We have a week left – get off the beaten track. Whoever prevails in the Bolt/Blake/Gay tussl, the clip will be all over news broadcasts and highlight montages for months on end. But the winner of the women’s Elliott 6m sailing competition might not make BBC Breakfast, so catch her while you can. Taekwondo, Greco-Roman wrestling, modern pentathlon: there’s plenty of time left to learn enough to be a bore by the time Rio 2016 rolls around. In the good old days the motto of the News of the World was ‘all human life is there’. The same is true (if it was ever true of the Screws) of the Olympics. Tall and short, thick and thin, fast and slow. As Simon Barnes, the veteran chief sportswriter of the Times, has pointed out: every moment over these two weeks is the culmination of someone’s life. And that includes the kayak sprinters. So give them a shot.

Travel Blog: Benicassim

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Sam Rodrigues:

When your first day on holiday with the ‘lads’ involves you getting sea sick on a pedalo and your mate claiming that there’s a time when the Mediterranean is so shallow that you can walk to Africa, you start to wonder whether your week in Benicassim is going to be the best week of your life or a deleted scene from the Inbetweeners movie.

From the off, the Inbetweeners side to us came out full flow when a black vest was donned. Some claim that certain men can pull off the vest. I disagree. Even that bloke who works out so much that he feels like he has to take his top off whenever he goes clubbing looks even more ridiculous in a vest. Anyway, with the bar set at a vest and that classic British sunburn coming out, the week could only get better.

Those first few days had a strange feeling to them. Only a few weeks after prelims I was still in uni mode and suddenly we aimlessly wandered into thirty plus degree heat with the concept of time left behind along with our hygiene and dignity. It was a brilliant feeling to just lay around doing nothing for the first time in ages. Every now and then we ventured into the warm water and a couple of us even regressed into childhood by building a cracking sand castle. Our first evenings were obviously spent drinking a decent amount of beer in a bar and three nights in a row didn’t once get mundane, no doubt helped by the obscene amounts of Scots, Irish and Aussies that were milling about. An important part of the local culture which I can’t forget about of course is the lovely group of drug dealers which line the streets to the beach. You had at least eight nice men (do female drug dealers exist?) from which to buy the best Iberian weed, cocaine and MDMA; but I still couldn’t find that cheeky bit of heroin everyone fancies on a Tuesday night.

Before we knew it was Thursday night and along came the music. Florence + The Machine pulled out due to illness the first night but that loss was more than made up for by the brilliant performance of the hip hop heroes that are De La Soul. With Friday came one of the two legends that brought Beni’s crowd of over 50,000.  Bob Dylan came on stage but so did disappointment, when we realised that age has taken its toll on his singing ability. Luckily the night was saved by phenomenal performances from The Maccabees and Bombay Bicycle Club. But it was Saturday that brought the musical Holy Grail, The Stone Roses, and they were even better than we could have hoped. They may not have been reformed for long but they played the best gig I’ve seen in my life so far. It was phenomenal throughout but the full length version of ‘Fool’s Gold’ plus an added 15 minutes of guitar solo made my week. Bearing in mind the fact that everyday I got to see my six foot six mate sleep in a ridiculously small child’s tent, The Stone Roses’ feat is pretty impressive; the week as a whole wasn’t bad either.

 

Vickie Morrish:

I’m not sure what made me do it. I’m not sure when the idea first entered into my subconscious, or why I simply didn’t dismiss it on the spot. Perhaps the prospect of some real-life sun had beguiled my sense of reason, or the idea of a festival without wellies had made me crave inappropriate footwear.  In either case, I arrived at Benicassim in heels.  With the full intention to glamp.

This is probably a good time to tell you that I enjoy camping. I really do. And the idea of roughing it in trainers did seem like an attractive idea. But a strange part of me felt like if I arrived in trainers, I’d be whole heartedly committing myself to a Bear Grylls lifestyle. I would be committing to the bugs, the grease, and the mud which so define my previous festival experiences. But this was Spain, not Britain, and in my ignorance I expected a relaxing holiday, full of rustic charm; a festival where I would return sun-kissed and gushing with new sophisticated Spanish phrases.

I was a Benicassim virgin, and quick to discover that luxury camping wasn’t an option. Even if it was a girly holiday.

Arriving at Beni, I soon realised the social hub of the town was undoubtedly the super market, wowing tourists with obscenely low priced vodka. It’s hard to say no to the 1 Euro vodka delicacy – ‘Knebep’ – or indeed, 2 Euro Sangria, when confronted with such bargains. My next discovery was that the website’s ‘close to town’ description of the campsite was more than generous, and that actually it’s more like a twenty minute endurance test through barren wasteland. Needless to say, the heels were soon stowed away in my bag to remain there for the duration of the holiday. This was the beginning of the end for my glamping ambitions.

Our first night was passed skilfully erecting a tent in the dark (amid swearing) and getting to know our neighbours. And the resident ants who decided, affectionately, to share our tent with us. The days prior to the music passed in one long blur of eating, swimming and of finding any appropriate shade to nurse our (already) impressive sun burn. Any dreams of returning to England sun-kissed were soon replaced with the more sincere reality of sun blisters and snake-like peeling. I became accustomed to the Beni way of life, and after four days of cowering in the corner of communal showers, I decided to disband any attempts for a dignified wash and joined the lines of bodies shaving. It was the first time I’d ever shaved in pubic. And oddly, I didn’t care.

By Thursday I was more than ready for the music, and ready to enter the giant car park cum playground which was the arena. The absence of Florence (and her Machine) showed markedly in the disheartened spirits of the fans. But after the initial disappointment, we were soon perked up by The Horrors, a band so indie they insisted on wearing leather jackets and skinny jeans in intense heat just to show they could. “Still Life” got the crowd involved, although Friday’s headliner Miles Kane won the medal for crowd participation, the musician rousing spirits to such a height that arbitrary outbursts of “Come Closer” became an accepted and even expected campsite occurrence. Miles Kane, besides Katy B, the Maccabees and Django Django made Friday a buzzing night, in addition to the cool stylings of Bombay Bicyle Club.

For me, however, it was Sunday that emerged victorious for best night of the festival, although seeing Crystal Castles batter the crowd on Saturday in a haze of electronica and pining vocals was a sure highlight. But it was Sunday headliners, the Vaccines, who left me overwhelmed. The sugar-coated melodies of Justin Young coupled with their iconic heavy reverb demonstrated how real pop done right can create instantaneous classics.

By the end of the week, I didn’t care that the nocturnal music had left me with severe sleep deficit, or that my hair had gradually formed natural dreadlocks. Even the 20 minute stagger into town became bearable, the sunburn a badge of pride for most if not all festival goers. Beni may have not been the luxury camping experience I (naively) expected, but it was so much more. Would I go back? It would be rude not to.