Tuesday 15th July 2025
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Mambo Italiano — Carlotta comes to Marylebone

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Carlotta is number five in the Paris-based group Big Mamma’s London outposts. This time, Italian American is the theme and yet again, the delivery is almost impeccable from start to finish. Glorious interiors, attentive service, and generally stunning food make Carlotta yet another delightful place to spend an indulgent Italian afternoon or evening.

The environment is one of the things that makes Big Mamma so special and Carlotta is no different. Upon entering, you are greeted by a golden stand-alone bar before going through into the light and airy main dining room. That Italian American theme is unescapable with the walls plastered by everything from photos of 20thCentury New York and Sicily to boxing belts — think considered and well-chosen tat (if you believe in such a thing). The skylight lends a light airiness to the main dining room akin to a courtyard. Downstairs is a whole different equation. The dark suede lounge is surrounded by mirrors and home to the open kitchen with disco classics playing. The vibe is sensational and I can easily imagine long evenings spent down here with eyes shifting from the chefs to food and then back to friends. The viral toilets that helped make these restaurants famous are here and will leave you subconsciously dancing (just don’t bother trying to check your make-up!)

Before anything else, cocktails have got to be the order of the day. The viral glasses are back with a vengeance and each and every cocktail and mocktail seems to be thoughtfully crafted. Across here and the four other sites, I reckon that I’ve tried almost all of them now and this time the Just Peachy Bellini and Cherry Bomb Spritz were on the menu. The peach was sweet and perhaps dangerously absent of any noticeable alcohol taste but the spritz was much better balanced. The wine list is, as ever, brilliantly well thought out with options on offer at each and every price point. There is everything here from a great value Montepulciano at just £8 a glass to £329 bottles of 2018 Barbaresco. Those varied price points are something that continues across the food menus and is one of the defining features of all of Big Mamma’s restaurants. Importantly, indulgent dining really is accessible to everyone: you can just as easily come in for a pasta and a glass of wine as splash out on four courses and £48 lobster dishes.

Peachy Bellin and Cherry Bomb Spritz

Antipasti comes first and the Piattino Aperitivo is a large selection of all three types of olives, grissini, artichoke, and mozzarella. Even better? The bresaola grissini. Don’t get me wrong, this is an incredibly simple dish that you’ll find in every restaurant in Italy but Carlotta’s twist of coating the inside of the meat with labneh before wrapping the grissini and adding a tiny grating of lime elevates that simplicity more than you could possibly imagine. At £11, it is great value too when you consider that it will easily serve three or four.

Seafood is the defining speciality at this Big Mamma location and the Shrimp Cocktail was our first taste of it. Again, this is a classic dish but enhanced by simple and straightforward touches. The marie rose uses less mayonnaise than others to create a much lighter flavour and the accompanying crudites include fennel which is a brilliantly nice touch. The tempura shrimp are dusted incredibly lightly to make sure that the flavour is nowhere near lost and tails are removed too (it’s the small things that make you feel special somewhere like this!).

It must be said that arancini were a small let-down. This might be a sign of a Carlotta twist gone wrong with the balls served atop pesto and coated in a pistachio crumb. This much sounds enticing but the mozzarella and provola interior is so creamy and cheesy that any structure is lost and the delicate nutty flavours are drowned out.

Ave Mario and Circolo Poplare shot to fame with viral videos of pasta served out of cheese wheels and make no mistake, that is still an option here — I fear there would be a revolt if it wasn’t. Our pasta dish was a new one though, Spaghetti con Gamberi Rossi. The sauce here is a rich bisque of the prawns themselves and incredibly heavy. It is absolutely delicious but this is a dish to share between two or three and almost certainly not one to tackle alone. The prawns themselves are Sicilian, grilled, and typically giant to add a meatiness to the pasta alongside the juices from the heads.

If you take a look at the menu one dish and one dish only stands out. There are a million different reinventions of Italian classics but only one secondi has a giant red box around it. The Lobster Carlotta is for two, costs £48 per person and comes alongside a salad and layered potatoes. This is steep at first glance but given the huge size and how much fresh lobster tends to cost you in central London, you could do far far worse. The 1kg beast is dressed tableside in a beurre blanc that manages to add flavour whilst not overpowering the fresh shellfish like these sauces so often do. If you are paying close to £100 for a dish then you likely aren’t interested in a creamy butter sauce but you are more than free to add extra as you see fit. What is more, the sides really aren’t done justice by their descriptions. The ‘crispy layered potatoes’ consist of five slices of potato, each sandwiched with Parmigiano Reggiano before being lightly fried to achieve a thick consistency reminiscent of polenta. They need a dip and this is where that beurre blanc can really come into its own. The salad is a lot simpler than that but the dressing brings an enhanced freshness where so often leaves are ruined by being drowned to kingdom come. Quite simply, if you come to Carlotta, then this is the dish.

And desserts, oh desserts. Since going to my first Big Mamma restaurant, Circolo Poplare, I have entered each and every one looking forward to the final course. That’s dangerous when meals here can last a good few hours but that wait is almost always worth it. I never cease to be amazed by how I make it to this stage barely able to move from eating and yet find room for more. I always used to explain this to my mum by the presence of a ‘dessert tummy’. Whether or not that is a biologically sound explanation, I’d encourage you to do your very best to find one.

Somewhat tragically, Jacuzzi’s pistachio profiterole isn’t present but Carlotta’s Wedding Cake, the restaurant’s namesake, very much is. I’m really not a cake person and sponge is usually far too dry for me. Admittedly, there’s no danger of that with this one with each slice of genoise layered with vanilla cream and whole raspberries (there’s no messing about with jams). Atop is a creamy meringue sauce, raspberry coulis, and meringue chunks that collapse over the whole thing in a tableside show when the plastic coating is removed. Go on, get out the camera — it’s a total cliché but it’s why you’re here after all.

The best deal on the sweet front is the Dolci e Caffettino. For just £11 you get an espresso and a mini version of tiramisu, fresh berries with cream, and the signature chocolate tart. All three are distinct and rich in their own ways and you certainly don’t need a full portion of any of them. That, combined with the delightful boar crockery, makes this a great order.

Carlotta is special, but then again each and every time this group opens a new site that same fact remains the case. I will never cease to be amazed by that consistently remarkable ability to reinvent and remix tried and tested recipes into new and individual eateries. From the outside, it looks comic book-esque and is easy to scoff at. Step inside though, and you are instantly transported into an enthralling world of delightful Italian atmospheres, service, and food. There’s no surer bet in London or around Europe for a pleasant and special long meal than a Big Mamma restaurant and Carlotta lives up to that reputation.

Charles III: King or Emperor?

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When stripped down to its most skeletal form, the Coronation of King Charles III entailed a simple ferrying of objects from altar to throne. The Crown, of course—expertly installed upon the monarch’s greyed pate by the Archbishop; but also the Orb and Sceptre, staples of coronation portraiture from Charles II to Elizabeth II. And then, there were the more obscure objects: the oft-overlooked Glove and Ring, the lexically unfamiliar Stole Royal and Armills—all brought across to St. Edward’s Chair and then variously attached to the King’s person.  

This historic ritual of Investiture, at its heart a straightforward handing-over, is a theatre only elevated to significance by the symbolic value of players and props: the Crown as kingship and authority; the Sceptres as power temporal and spiritual; the Sovereign’s Orb as global Christendom. The mise en scène is completed by the towering nave of the Abbey itself, a frame which concentrates the history of all monarchs crowned before into a symbolically dense atmosphere. For the plain English of the liturgy, we have our reforming forebears to thank—but this language of signs speaks in plainer terms still: a language of power and empowerment, of authority and authorisation. It constitutes—to use the language of sociologist Anthony D. Smith—our national ‘myth-symbol’ complex: our means of communication that is not verbal but visual, and which stretches into the deep past.

Charles’ Investiture took place, however, with a royal twist. To stage the King’s commitment to diversity, each piece of regalia was brought to the monarch by a representative of a different minority group. The Lord Kamall, a Muslim, with the Armills; Baroness Merron, a Jew, with the Robe; the Archbishop of Armagh, an Irishman, with the Orb; and so on. In one fell swoop, the Anglican Church’s authority as sole conferrer of kingly power seemed to be quite intentionally fractured. More stunning still was the sleight of hand that seamlessly incorporated various religious and cultural traditions into the inflexible strictures of coronation tradition. 

Here was performed for us a new vision of kingship. Not a monarch pledging to serve his people, singular, but instead one taking pains to recognise the various discrete people-groups within his lands. In part this may reflect the King’s heartfelt commitment to the many customs of the Commonwealth. But the crucial equation of Britain’s religious and national traditions in the Investiture—the role of the Muslim peer identical to that of the Armagh Bishop—integrated religious and cultural groups both into a coequal authorising relationship with the King. 

This is a symbolic endorsement not of national monarchy, but of multinational Empire. It casts Charles’ role not only as ‘defender of the faiths’, but also ‘defender of the nations’. Ironically, this innovation was surely the most anachronistic feature of all the arcane ceremony, the rearing head of a pre-national age. Antagonism of emperor and ‘nation’ was at one time the norm. But it has long been thought the compelling power of the latter had choked all possibility of imperial resurgence. If Charles’ reign is to be more enduring than the truncated tenures of rulers swept away in the unifications, the cessations and the revolutions of the nineteenth century, the King must learn the lessons of the past.

The Habsburg Emperor served in the nineteenth century an identical role to the one which Charles III casts himself in now. Kaiser Franz-Joseph’s (r. 1848-1916) traditional role as defender of the Roman Catholic Church was compounded by visits to Jewish, Greek Catholic, and Eastern Orthodox sites; and later in his reign,m he took on the unlikely role of protector of the Muslim faith in Bosnia-Herzegovina. This cosmopolitan ethic did not limit itself to religious diversity: in Lviv, the Emperor laid the cornerstone of the Ruthene national institute, much to the thrill of local Ukrainians, and the chagrin of Poles. The parallels with the modern British monarchy are striking—indeed, David Lammy’s argument for constitutional monarchy made in the New York Times specifically lauds the King’s promotion of Guyanese, and more broadly, Caribbean identities. It is fundamental to recognise, then, that these are not leaders operating in non-national terms. Rather, accepting the logic of national and religious affiliation, they seek to win the loyalty of the various communities or ‘nations’ inside their polity. Lammy calls this a ‘civic version of British identity’, which is only true in a limited sense—in fact, religious-cultural identification lives on with vigour, such that the ‘civic’ institutions of the state must adopt symbolic signifiers of their recognition and support. Thus, when visiting Buda in 1857, the Austrian Empress Elisabeth wore red, white and green—the national colours of Hungary. The ‘myth-symbol’ complex of state ritual does not—or perhaps more correctly, cannot—become ‘civic’, because cultural and religious identity is still strongly felt. 

Of course, the critic might protest that I have hardly provided a neutral historical analogue. There is a narrative of the Habsburg Empire as a unwieldy hulk of disputatious national factions, whose collapse was written on the wooden walls of 1848s barricades. But this is simply nationalist teleology, which fails to see the cases in which fealty to the emperor was incredibly effective at neutralising dissent. One such case was in Galicia in 1846, when a Polish nationalist revolt was crushed and its agitators massacred not by the Imperial army, but instead by the very peasants who the revolutionaries had identified as their co-nationals. The power of the Imperial figurehead, then, could be thicker than blood. But this was especially the case for those groups which had not yet developed a matured national consciousness, and who could therefore be appealed to directly, unmediated through a national representative.

The risk of Charles III’s multicultural Investiture is that it comes to symbolically harden identity categories and as such deepen community division. In the Habsburg Empire, the insistence that all people belonged to national communities was in part the work of nationalists; but historian Pieter Judson argues it was also “a product of the ways agents of the empire categorised its diverse peoples.” Similarly, by staging the transfer of power between representatives of Britain’s religious-cultural communities, the coronation risked encoding difference: it assumed these identity categories had a preordained existence, rather than an existence constructed precisely by the kind of ceremony as this. 

All was not divisive, of course. Insofar as religious-cultural representatives partook in the ancient rituals of the monarchy at all, they became part of a common symbolic production, and thus a common identity. This is why the syncretic model of the Investiture was far more effective than the wholly unassimilated gospel choir, at least in terms of building national solidarity. Integration is when the threads of new traditions are drawn into the vast brocade of the old. 

But the question stands as to whether such representational devices are working. Among Britons 18-24 years old—a crucial ‘test’ category for these new methods of kingship—just 32% say that the monarchy is good for Britain, and this drops to 19% for ethnic minorities in the same age group. We should not conclude, however, that symbolic efforts are doomed to failure. The fact that, for the same categories, 24% and 37% respectively understand the monarchy to be “neither good nor bad for Britain” shows a significant proportion of the young population is apathetic rather than antagonistic towards royal ritual. The monarchy is not yet in dire straits. It will only founder if nationalist argumentation takes hold: either among right-wing English groups who envision a more historically-rooted monarchic culture, or among British religious or ethnic minorities for whom Anglican services with multicultural flourishes are not culturally satisfactory.

And yet precisely this fate beckons. Not because the siren song of ethno-cultural nationalisms have any great grip on the country’s psyche. But rather because Britain is crippled by a deep reluctance to pursue a policy of robust civic nationalism, which entails the education of the next generation into a common “myth-symbol” complex. Smith conceives of these as deeply rooted in specific cultural units, but this does not mean they cannot—given enough effort—be generalised within a diverse population by education. To institute such a policy would mean accepting a far higher level of monarchic ritual in the day-to-day life of the people—the kind of American ceremony that it is fashionable to sneer at. But the alternative is to leave a void which will necessarily be filled by identity affiliations more threatening to the state.

“Symbols are reality,” Lammy concludes his defence of the monarchy. If true, we saw one possible reality in the King’s Investiture—a symbolic working-together of various different religious and cultural representatives. It is a reality in which the King is the anchor in a heterogenous polity, staving off centrifugal forces that nationalist imaginings threaten. And it has a significant historical precedent. Otto von Bismarck, credited almost single-handedly with the unification of the various German states into an Empire, argued in his memoir that the identity formation of the masses was “conditioned by their attachment to the dynasty after which they call themselves.” The Carolean ethic has potential to make the monarchy even more structurally indispensable to British identity than it is now. 

But His Majesty—and the rest of us—must account for the risks. The institutions and ceremonies of royalty are drenched in a millennium of British tradition, a reality which even the joyful song of a gospel choir can only conceal for a few minutes. The fact, therefore, that multiculturalism has come to occupy the attention of the Palace is not just royal goodwill—it’s an existential issue: How to assimilate the symbolic language of one tradition with thousands of others, and avoid a collapse into meaningless oversignification? To Balkanize court ceremonial into a jostling series of discrete ethno-religious traditions would be wholly antithetical to the inclusive myth Charles aims to perpetuate. Only a far higher level of state intervention, particularly in education, to promote the monarchy and its unifying power, has the potential to solve the Emperor’s new woes. Because if Charles wants to remain King or Emperor, it isn’t enough for his subjects to identify with their respective community representatives. They need to identify with the man himself.

New portrait of former Ghanaian President unveiled at Exeter College

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A ceremony was held at Exeter College on the 9th May 2023 to celebrate the unveiling of two portraits of His Excellency John Kufuor, a former President of Ghana and Honorary Fellow of Exeter College, Oxford.

Exeter College hosted a large, day-long ceremony to mark the occasion, at which over eighty guests were in attendance. Alongside artist Naima Aouni, and Kufuor himself, chief guests included His Majesty the King of Ashanti Otumfuo Nana Osei Tutu II, Ghana High Commissioner to the UK His Excellency Papa Owusu-Ankomah, and former UK Cabinet Minister Lord Paul Boateng.

John Kufuor served as the President of Ghana between 2001 and 2009, serving two terms as the country’s head of state. His ascension to the role notably marked the first peaceful and democratic transfer of power in Ghana’s history as an independent nation. His Presidency saw the inception of Ghana’s National Health Insurance Scheme and a foreign policy of ‘economic diplomacy’, which saw Ghana become a broker of peace in regional disputes.

The Rector of the College, Rick Trainor, spoke at the unveiling, highlighting Kufuor’s long career as a statesman and legacy as a democratically-elected leader. He added that the oil portrait of Kufuor in Exeter’s hall will complement the photograph in Cohen Quad in “inspir[ing] high achievement in public service by Exeter’s diverse student population, present and future.”

Aside from his tenure as Ghanaian President, Kufuor had a long career in Ghanaian politics, having first been elected as a Member of Parliament in 1969. He was elected to lead National People’s Party in 1996, a centre-right party which was, at the time, in opposition. Kufuor subsequently led the party to victory in the 2000 Ghanaian elections.

Kufuor was elected as Chairperson of the African Union between 2008 and 2009. He has also received numerous awards, including the Chatham House Prize in 2008 and the World Food Prize in 2011.

Kufuor studied at Lincoln’s Inn, London from 1959, being called to the bar in 1961. Following this, Kufuor matriculated at Oxford as a member of Exeter College in the same year, graduating with a degree in Politics, Philosophy, and Economics in 1964.

The first portrait, a photograph taken in 2016, was formally inaugurated following the delay of the scheduled inauguration ceremony during the pandemic. The photographic piece has been displayed prominently at the College’s Cohen Quad since the site was constructed in 2017.

The second portrait is an oil on canvas, painted by the Belgian-born artist Naima Aouni. Born in 1987, Aouni is a self-taught artist, and was commissioned by a group of Exeter fellows to paint this portrait of Kufuor.

The portrait is due to be installed in the 17th Century dining hall of Exeter College. Following its installation, the painting will hang alongside portraits of past rectors of the College, including Marilyn Butler and Frances Cairncross, during whose tenure Kufuor was selected as an Honorary Fellow of the College in 2002.

Other alumni of the College whose portraits feature in its collection include Honorary Fellow Reeta Chakrabarti, a prominent journalist, and College Fellow Prof Catherine Green, who played a leading role in the creation of the Oxford-AstraZeneca vaccine.

Burnout BBQ — Brisket, wings and hot rods

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There’s something uniquely indulgent for me about American BBQ. It is one of those things that seems almost impossible for restaurants to execute away from the United States. It might be that the ribs are too tough, the wings not tasting quite right, or that the brisket just isn’t smoked the same. If not the food, then the atmosphere is almost impossible to capture with everywhere seeming either tacky or sterile. Burnout BBQ in Summertown, though, is one of the only places I have been in the UK that finds solutions to all those problems. The décor is typically ridiculous, the dishes are meticulously authentic, and the atmosphere is buzzing. This isn’t haute cuisine, it’s over-the-top indulgence and it’s a bloody fun place to spend an evening.

Chatting to the co-founders and owners, Thomas and Malcolm, the key philosophy here is to offer everything American that you could ever dream of in an atmosphere to fit. Things started off during the COVID-19 pandemic as a street food business. The pair took the crazy decision to saw a hot rod in half and serve brisket burgers and other BBQ dishes out of the back. The result was more successful than they ever could have expected and when a chance to buy a permanent site came up, they didn’t hesitate for a second.

The result is an interior that at first glance you might want to discard as tacky and classless. Look closer though, and every last detail is thought out. That car that makes up the bar? 100% real with the seats serving as chairs at one of the booths to prove it. This place is perfectly set up to create a fun and relaxed atmosphere.

That fun and relaxed atmosphere fits the food on offer perfectly. Although the menu is extensive with offerings of everything from burgers to hot dogs and loaded fries, the full experience is only got from the barbecue trays. Available after 5 PM, the sharing tray is £45 for two people and comes with everything you could possibly want.

Sharing tray

The brisket is smoked in-house for nine hours and you can really tell the difference from what you normally get in the UK. Pulled pork is maple smoked and melts in the mouth just as you would want and ribs are appropriately sticky.

Brisket

Burnt ends are there too and soaked to kingdom come in barbecue sauce. Corn, slaw, and beans bring an attempt at healthiness with the strong taste and greasiness that is only really acceptable somewhere like this. Normally, I’d tear it apart along with the onion rings that are far more batter than onion. Really though, you don’t come to Burnout for light dishes and calorie counting.

Wings are the next highlight and there are three different varieties. The honey seasoning was probably the best and there is a good variety in spice across the board. More than enough sauces are on hand at all times too to change things to your liking.

Chilli Cheese fries are quite the dish and were our choice of the loaded options. The house chilli itself is good and the fresh jalapenos balance the creaminess of the melted cheese well. For me though, these were let down by the counterintuitive inevitability of loaded fries in general: they were just too soggy. I passionately believe that the best bit about a fry is just how thin and crispy it is and when doused in meat, cheese, and sauces, that is inevitably lost.

House Salad

Desserts are just as ridiculous as the rest of the menu. The brownie sundae is loaded with brownie pieces, ice cream, cream, Oreos, and all manner of sauces. I don’t ever want to know how many calories are in this but as a sharer, you can’t go far wrong.

Brownie sundae and Biscoff Milkshake

There are big plans going forward for Burnout — listen to the podcast for talk of a new, larger site. Already here, with no more than 30 covers, this is destination dining for people across Oxfordshire and beyond. Going forward though, Thomas and Malcom are thinking bigger. For now, this is undoubtedly the place to go in Oxford for an authentically fun evening of American food. Just be sure not to park too far away — you might not make it back to the car!

The College-Gap: It’s easy to criticise what you know best

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Beyond just academics and number of quads, do the often ill- or uninformed college choices we make on our university applications significantly affect our ‘Oxford experience’? 

Does your college have a popular bar or JCR? How are the sports teams (or lack thereof)? How social and expensive are your accommodation(s) and (formal) hall? Many (or all) of these questions are often only made apparent once your college choice is locked in. So, what exactly is the problem, or is it even one at all?

Equally important is the question of whether the college system itself negatively impacts your overall ‘university experience’? If you don’t play a sport or aren’t extremely outgoing and sociable on nights out and active in societies, you might find it quite difficult to form or join a tight-knit friend group outside of your own college. You will arguably never be as close friends with someone as that person is with those who they cook and eat with, go to formals with, and pre-drink or get ready with for nights out and other events. So, does the college system benefit or hinder you in expanding your social circle? It’s different for everyone, but I don’t think this should limit your ‘Oxford experience’.

The college system evidently offers many benefits. Lots of colleges provide accommodation of some form across all years of study so that you can avoid having to deal with difficult landlords. Hall and formal hall are privileges not many other universities afford their students (and if they do, at a cost). College-comradery is perhaps the biggest benefit of them all; being able to connect with someone simply because you are members of the same college. College patriotism is very real. I found myself calling college “home” after only three weeks – sorry Mum. I love my college, but sometimes I feel that I am more a student of Somerville College than of the University of Oxford. But is that an issue?

It isn’t for me, but only because I have been lucky enough to find a small group I get along well with in college as well as some out-of-college friends through my niche subject choice (German and beginners’ Czech) and other connections here and there. Yet, for many, the college system can feel limiting. But isn’t this the case at every university? University is equally about making friends as it is learning how to live independently and, at times, be lonely. I don’t think it’s fair to blame the college-system for limiting your social network. Sure, some people are fortunate enough to find a large, but close friendship group in their college within the first two weeks. Those people are incredibly lucky, but it doesn’t mean that if you aren’t part of these groups, you’ll never find friends.

So, what exactly is limited by your college choice? Things like location, architecture, and approaches to certain traditions (such as wearing sub fusc in formal hall) can easily be researched before applying. I am, for example, extremely lazy and the proximity to both Wellington Square and the Taylorian were indubitably deciding factors when applying to Somerville. However, I didn’t know that the college bar is, quite frankly, not very exciting, nor is it one of the cheapest. And though the food in hall is great, it is also relatively expensive. But then again, everyone has access to a kitchen. Each college has its pros and cons – that’s the nature of the system.

I was initially inspired to write this article because I found myself criticising my college and my own ‘Oxford experience’ without really taking time to consider what it really is that I am criticising. Sure, it would certainly be great if the meals in hall were closer to <£3 (as it is in some other colleges) than the £4.52 it is in Somerville. And, of course, it would be great if Somerville was known for more than just its weird brutalist structures and the fact that it is “Maggy T’s” college.

But this article is not about the merits and demerits of my own college and instead about the fact that though the college system is not perfect, it itself cannot single-handedly ruin your ‘Oxford experience’. Indeed, whilst a quick 5-minute browse of Oxfess and Oxhate will result in numerous submissions of people criticising their own college – and some of them do, in fact, touch on real issues like discrimination – most of them are tedious or are, in the grand scheme of things, unimportant and often out-of-touch first world problems. Instead, it is the people you surround yourself with and your willingness to socialise beyond your college that can define your experience. Though some people find such socialising difficult because of their college choice, I still think that the college system affords more benefits and privileges to the average student than it does disadvantages. 

Beyond the veil of college patriotism, do you think your college offers the same opportunities other colleges do, or would you like to switch colleges if you could? I don’t think I would change … or maybe that’s just because I know I can’t.

Image Credit: Philip Allfrey//CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia commons

Expansionist Balliol College Invades Trinity College

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A large force of Balliol College JCR members surrounded the walls of neighboring Trinity College late Tuesday and advaced into Trinity territory in the night. According to the elected general of the Balliol forces, the Balliol JCR “needs more territory to ensure superior social lives for all our members,” and has determined that Trinity College is occupying land that, according to a sharp revanchist outlook not backed by most academics, historically belonged to Balliol college members. “We are trying to set things straight and ensure the glory of Balliol forever,” said the general, who is a second-year reading Classics.

Trinity College, according to sources, was not prepared for the attack and its defenses crumbled rapidly. “We will have our revenge and restore our sovereignty,” said one Trinity student who had fled the oncoming Balliol forces and was taking shelter at Knoops across the street. “Trinity has a right to persist and requires its territorial integrity in order to continue hosting killer commemoration balls,” continued the student as she sipped her hot chocolate and looked longingly toward her occupied homeland. 

The Oxford Student Union condemned the invasion as representing a flagrant disregard for inter-college norms, and pointed to an 1891 statute that bars colleges from forcibly taking social event territory. “We urge the Balliol College JCR to see reason and pull its forces out of Trinity territory without incident.” Nearby New College, concerned about Balliol’s long term ambitions, has threatened to form a coalition of colleges to respond to the invasion. “We believe that force only responds to force, and the inter-college community must not stand for this,” said a representative from New.

Balliol forces, however, have remained firmly entrenched in Trinity’s Kettell Hall, which sources say they intend to turn into a new, expansive college bar for exclusive Balliol use. The President of the Balliol JCR has attempted to justify this action by insisting that, “Balliol will share this new, epic bar space with guests from other colleges and will use the space more effectively and equitably than our neighbors could have” – a narrative the Trinity JCR-in-exile vehemently rejects.

Trinity forces have regrouped in University Parks and appear to be preparing for a counteroffensive with equipment provided by New College, though New has publicly denied its involvement. It seems unlikely, for now, that peace efforts in the form of a proposed MCR formal swap between the belligerents will be successful.

The quiet language revolution in Russia’s former empire

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I first noticed it when news outlets began to replace ‘Kiev’ with ‘Kyiv’. The former is an English transliteration of the name of Ukraine’s capital from Russian, Киев, while the latter is a transliteration from the Ukrainian Київ. This soon spread. Where Western broadcasters once used Russian versions of Ukrainian names for people, cities, and so on, they are now switching to English spellings that are more in line with the Ukrainian language. Since the onset of Russia’s invasion of Ukraine, language has become another frontier by which Ukrainians push back against years of Russian domination. The Ukrainian identity being proudly professed is necessarily in stark contrast to Russian. But how has language evolved in Ukraine and the wider post-Soviet world, and what does this mean for these countries’ relationships with Russia and beyond?

Ukrainian is a Slavic language, alongside Russian, Polish and many others. All these languages originally stem from a little-known common ancestor, proto-Slavic. The settlement of Slavic tribes across Europe led to the formation of the eastern state of Kyivan Rus’, whose people spoke Old East Slavic. This state eventually fell after being weakened by the Mongol invasion, internal division, and pressure from neighbouring countries. The western areas of the Rus’ state came under the control of Poland and Lithuania, while the eastern parts were ruled by the Golden Horde and later the Tsardom of Muscovy, leading to Ukrainian and Russian evolving as distinct languages. Ukraine was gradually annexed by Russia as Poland was carved up, piece by piece. Tsarist authorities ruthlessly suppressed the language, burning Ukrainian literature, banning teaching in Ukrainian and insisting that it was no more than a dialect or an offshoot of Russian. 

The same Tsarist propaganda recurs in today’s Russia, with Putin’s claims of historical unity being the basis for his war of conquest. However, even as Russians settled their lands and imperial authorities denied their language and nationhood, Ukrainians kept their tongue alive.  

When Lenin and the Bolsheviks came to power following 1917, they radically changed the country and its attitude towards Ukrainian and other languages spoken in the country. Minority languages were now encouraged, not persecuted, and Ukraine became its own republic within the wider Soviet Union. However, later Soviet premiers (most notably Stalin) were far more intolerant and often brutal in their treatment of Ukrainians and the Ukrainian tongue. Russia was the country’s lingua franca, the primary language of government and the elite. Even following independence, many Ukrainians preferred to speak Russian, though this has steadily shifted as the government promoted the use of Ukrainian in areas such as education.  

Then came invasion. Since Russia’s illegal annexation of Crimea in 2014, and especially since the invasion in 2022, Ukrainian citizens and the government have increasingly championed using Ukrainian over Russian. The use of Ukrainian in the historically Russian-dominated areas in the east and south has soared, with the proportion there preferring Ukrainian over Russian leaping from 10% in 2012 to 70% last year. This has come as one’s choice of language has changed from a matter of preference to a political stand. The senseless violence inflicted upon the country by Russia has led many Ukrainians to view Russian as the language of imperialism, the language of the state butchering their compatriots. Many Ukrainian institutions are moving away from Russian, such as the Kyiv-Mohyla Academy. In Russian-occupied areas, while lots of anti-Kremlin Ukrainians still speak Russian, the tide is shifting.   

Ukraine is far from the only post-Soviet country that is experiencing a politicised linguistic revival. In 1936, Stalin’s USSR began a campaign of ‘Cyrillisation’; replacing Latin and other writing systems used for minority languages in the Soviet Union with the Cyrillic script developed for Slavic languages. However, since independence, several countries have transitioned away from Cyrillic: Azerbaijan, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan, and most recently Kazakhstan. The former two have replaced Cyrillic with Latin entirely, while the latter are still doing so. For these countries, shifting to Latin is a way of emphasising their nationhood and independence. Kazakh president Kassym-Jomart Tokayev called the process “spiritual modernisation” and for Kazakhstan, Latinisation has come during divergence from its traditional partner of Russia.   

In Belarus, Russian has become the dominant language, after a brief Belarusian revival following independence was slowly sidelined in favour of Russian by the country’s very pro-Moscow dictator, Alexander Lukashenko (Belarusian: Alyaksandr Lukashenka). In response, the Belarusian tongue has become a symbol of political opposition to the regime. Sviatlana Tsikhanouskaya, the opposition candidate in the 2020 Belarusian presidential election who has received support from many Western nations, has championed the use of Belarusian. Indeed, she notably uses the Belarusian transliteration of her name rather than the Russian one.   

Both Kazakhstan and Belarus have been longtime Russian allies, with Russian spoken as a language of convenience. The widespread use of Russian has been a source of soft power for Moscow, with the ease of cross-border tourism, business and diplomacy maintaining some sense of shared identity between the states of the former Soviet Union, far more successfully than across the former territories of several Western European empires. Russia has come across as a friend to many countries formerly in its empire. First gradually, and now very quickly, this sense has been eroded. In trade, many Central Asian states are looking away from Russia and towards China and the West. Moscow’s status as regional peacekeeper is collapsing; due partly to its war of aggression in Ukraine, but also the CSTO’s failure to act following Azerbaijani incursions into member state Armenia, exposing the Russian-led security organisation as a paper tiger and opening the door for the EU to lead peace negotiations.  

While embracing their native tongue has been a part of nationhood for post-Soviet states, an explicit rejection of Russian is new. In a bitter irony for Putin, the waning use of Russian and embrace of native tongues across the former empire is symptomatic of declining Russian influence. In invading Ukraine, Putin hoped to use Russian speakers as a political tool but has instead created an impetus to drop the language entirely for Ukrainians and other peoples wary of Russian conquest. Language is not merely a vessel to convey ideas, but the way that we express who we are. As Russia’s actions have made it an international pariah, people across the world are increasingly expressing an identity in contrast.

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Project launched to power Oxfordshire’s emergency vehicles with hydrogen

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A £7.8m project being developed by Oxfordshire County Council’s Fire and Rescue, in partnership with engineering firm ULEMCo, has been awarded £3.9m by the government. In a move away from fossil fuels, the project is working to create a way for emergency vehicles to be powered by hydrogen. 

The scheme is part of a wider effort from the county council to reduce its operational emissions to net zero carbon by 2030.

Oxfordshire County Council’s Cabinet Member for Climate Change and Environment, Pete Sudbury reiterated the 2030 target: “hydrogen could play an important role in our efforts to decarbonise. I’m delighted that we are partnering with ULEMCo on this important step in exploring and advancing zero carbon solutions.”

ULEMCo and the council are developing a hydrogen fuel cell that could be used by a range of specialist vehicles; fire engines, ambulances and street sweepers are among those part of the initiative. 

Chief Officer for Oxfordshire County Council’s Fire and Rescue Service, Rob MacDougall commented that “heavy fire engines pose a particular challenge and we feel that hydrogen powered fuel cells can play a promising role in delivering on the county’s climate action ambitions.”

Up until now, the project, announced in 2021, has only been in the research phase. Now, with the funding awarded, the project will be able to continue to move forward and potentially develop a prototype vehicle.

Medics and Pantos: In conversation with the Producer of the Medics charity – Tingewick

Tingewick is a charity led by a group of 29 medical students at Oxford. They work together to raise money as well as completing all their clinical placements together. Throughout the year, they put on a variety of events for the other medical students and the general public in order to raise money for two charities that are chosen at the beginning of the year. This year, the profits are being spilt between The Oxford Hospitals Charity and Yellow Submarine. The most famous event is the Tingewick pantomime, written, directed, and staged by Tingewick Firm with the cast being fully made up of 1st-year clinical medical students. It is attended by over 1400 doctors, nurses, and members of the general public at the John Radcliffe Hospital site. 

I sit down with producer Tolu Duckworth, a 4th-year medical student, to talk about the charity and its importance in the Oxford community. 

Though a Google search can tell you a lot about Tingewick and its history since its creation in 1938, I ask Tolu “What is Tingewick?” I want to know what this charity means to the people who volunteer their time out of their degree. Tolu tells me “Tingewick is a charity that is run by medical students from Oxford to raise money for local Oxford charities. This year, we’re raising money for The Oxford Hospitals Charity, which provides resources and equipment to help give patients, doctors, and people all the stuff that they need to look after their health across the Oxford Hospitals Trust. And also, Yellow Submarine Charity, which is a charity which works with local children who have autism and developmental needs to help them sort of progress and gain the skills that they need to help them in the real world by offering them jobs, training ships and residentials as well, they could go on across the year.”

It’s a hefty commitment, but why is it important? Tolu tells me “It’s always just sort of good to give back. So given the fact that this is a society charity run by Oxford medical students, all of our placements are involved within the JR, Churchill, Hornton etc. So, understanding where the money comes from, to provide the resources to help the patients that we will in the future be helping out as well is so needed, because a lot of the stuff that doctors do, that nurses do, other health care professionals, etc, they can’t do it alone. And donations are so important so that they are able to provide patients with all the things that they need in order to promote good health and just help them recover from things that they may be dealing with and experiencing. And it’s just always great to give back to charity as well. And Yellow Submarine is also close to one of our members. So, wanting to raise money for that is something that’s quite close to our hearts and that’s what we wanted to go for this year.”

Tolu tells me how much they raise on average, “So I think last year’s committee raised, across their fundraising year, I think over £30,000, which we’re definitely trying to hit, or even beat. And previous years have also raised about £20,000 a year. So definitely, definitely, big money involved. And it all goes towards Oxford charities and is split between the two. Every year money is raised for Oxford hospitals, but the second charity is always different. It’s always just nice to be able to help smaller charities that may not necessarily get as much funding, just to make sure that they are given support in any way. So just out of the need.” 

But how do this small group of medical students manage to raise £20,000 – £30,000 every year? Tolu explains that “There are so many things that we put on as a group. Like I said before, there are 29 of us, all medical students with a range of skills and traits. One thing that we’re currently doing is we’ve held a raffle with some amazing prizes that have been donated by some local businesses, including an annual pass to Blenheim Palace, free cinema tickets, £50 voucher for Coconut Tree, and so many other things. We are doing the National Three Peaks challenge very soon, actually. We’re raising money just in terms of sponsorships and doing other types of challenges across the year. Even cycling the equivalent of the height of Everest is coming up at some point in the year, some charity bake sales, and just other awesome things as well. And the big thing that happens every year is a pantomime show that we put on. The fourth-year medical students all audition, sing, act, and dance to a show that we as the fifth-year students write, produce, and choreograph everything to put on and play around and have fun, and the tickets to the show contribute towards, again, fundraising as well as the drinks and the things that we sell them on the day. And the pantomime is the big thing. And it’s a lot of great fun to end the year with our pantomime, which would be happening at the end of November. It’s something to look forward to and look out for.”

With the pantomime being such a hit what exactly does this night of laughs actually entail? Laughing Tolu tells me “So Tingewick actually started as just the show. And it’s been going on for sort of over 80 years now. It started off as a way for medical students to unwind and have fun amidst their degree. And I think within recent years, it then turned into like a fundraising scheme, which makes a lot of sense. Though everyone knows Tingewick as the pantomime, there’s actually just so much more involved behind the scenes, including our separate fundraising events. So if there’s anything to sort of get involved with it’s the pantomime shows, you can see a lot of medical students make fun of themselves, their tutors, Oxford, and everything, it’s just really great fun. And it’s usually like a spin on really classic shows. I think last year was based on Legally Blonde before that, it was a Doctor Who theme, and there have been Shrek themes as well. It’s a really great show just to see your friends and classmates in. The pantomime is the biggest thing we have, and it’s great every single year. I’m not biased at all but definitely go watch it.”

Tingewick is more than the pantomime, which will be put on this November, so in the meantime what is next for the student-run charity? Well, according to Tolu, “So in terms of upcoming things, we’ve got our charity raffle, which is ending on the 24th of May, our Three Peaks challenge, which we are doing over the weekend of the 20th and 21st of May. So keep an eye on our Instagram account to see our journey climbing up Snowdon, Ben Nevis, and Scafell Pike in 24 hours. Why are we doing this? It’s for charity! So, please help. We have just loads of different challenges and events, loads of fundraising events, lots of baking, lots of eating, lots of inviting the old committee to come back and join and just preparing for our big shows like the pantomime. So that’s what we are sort of working on and we’re excited!”

So much is going on for Tingewick, and though it’s run by the medics, I ask Tolu how the rest of us, as fellow students can support the charity. Tolu tells me, “Just get involved in any of the events that we put on, buy a raffle ticket, sponsor us, even if it’s a pound or a penny, and come to watch the shows. I think the big thing is the pantomime show because it is just a lot of fun to sort of support your friends if you have any medical student friends in 4th-year or 3rd-year as well. It’s just great to show support in that way. So definitely do try and come to the show because it’s like a nice sort of combination of all of our efforts of the year.”

Many of us go through our Oxford degrees, go to doctor appointments in Beaumont Street or may have ended up at the John Radcliffe after a particularly heinous night out, without ever thinking of what it takes to keep these services open. They not only help the thousands of students who move in and out of Oxford but also the wider Oxford community who live here year-round. Tingewick’s work to support The Oxford Hospitals Charity represents the best of us as students and as people.