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Stephen Hawking celebrates 70th

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On the 8th January, scientists gathered at a symposium in Cambridge to celebrate Stephen Hawking’s 70th birthday, an occasion few had imagined they would ever see.

Hawking was given just a few years to live after being diagnosed with a rare form of motor neurone disease in 1964, at the age of 20. His condition has progressed over the years and has left him almost completely paralysed and unable to speak. Brian Dickie, research director at the Motor Neurone Disease Association, stated: “Only five percent live longer than 10 years and in those cases it’s 15 or maybe 20 years. Stephen Hawking is at one extreme end of that spectrum and the quality of his care cannot explain why the disease has progressed so slowly in him.”
Hawking was propelled to fame by his 1980 book A Brief History of Time, in which he outlined the concept of a universe with no boundaries in space or time. It has sold over 25 million copies worldwide. He held the position of Lucasian Professor of Mathematics for thirty years at Cambridge, although he completed his undergraduate degree (in Physics) at University College, Oxford.
In a recent interview Hawking admitted that he regularly completed only an hour of work a day in his early life as a student, commenting, “You were supposed to be brilliant without effort, or to accept your limitations and get a fourth class degree.”
The professor himself was unable to attend the birthday celebrations because he was too unwell. However, the guests enjoyed a pre-recorded version of the lecture in which Hawking spoke of the happiness he felt knowing that he had made a small contribution to our understanding of the universe. He concluded with the following message to his wellwishers, “Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at. It matters that you don’t just give up.”

Hawking was given just a few years to live after being diagnosed with a rare form of motor neurone disease in 1964, at the age of 20. His condition has progressed over the years and has left him almost completely paralysed and unable to speak.

Brian Dickie, research director at the Motor Neurone Disease Association, stated: “Only five percent live longer than 10 years and in those cases it’s 15 or maybe 20 years. Stephen Hawking is at one extreme end of that spectrum and the quality of his care cannot explain why the disease has progressed so slowly in him.”

Hawking was propelled to fame by his 1980 book A Brief History of Time, in which he outlined the concept of a universe with no boundaries in space or time. It has sold over 25 million copies worldwide. He held the position of Lucasian Professor of Mathematics for thirty years at Cambridge, although he completed his undergraduate degree (in Physics) at University College, Oxford.

In a recent interview Hawking admitted that he regularly completed only an hour of work a day in his early life as a student, commenting, “You were supposed to be brilliant without effort, or to accept your limitations and get a fourth class degree.”

The professor himself was unable to attend the birthday celebrations because he was too unwell. However, the guests enjoyed a pre-recorded version of the lecture in which Hawking spoke of the happiness he felt knowing that he had made a small contribution to our understanding of the universe. He concluded with the following message to his wellwishers, “Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at. It matters that you don’t just give up.”

Defence against the Darts Arts

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A week ago I had an epiphany.  As one would expect, this was accompanied by the shining of bright lights, unfamiliar sounds and the presence of a higher power.

The differences between my own epiphany and Paul’s on the road to Damascus were threefold. The bright lights illuminated an overweight man in a flamboyant short-sleeved shirt, the sound I heard was a roar of “ONE HUNDREEEEEEDDD AND EIGHTYYYYYYY”, and the higher power I witnessed was Martin “Wolfie” Adams on his way to a third BDO (British Darts Organisation) championship victory.

Previously my attitude to darts was one of cynicism. I smirked at the so called “sport” that consisted of throwing three bits of metal at a board of cork. I grimaced at the outrageously designed and terribly cut shirts (although a lot of that may have due to the shape of the wearers themselves). I looked down at the jewellery, the ponytails and the raucous atmosphere with disdain.

What I have now realised is that this is exactly the point. The reason darts has such a cult following (now including myself) is that it is the Anti-Christ to the purist followers of sports like football. The pampered and preening athletes are replaced by real men with real characters.

Take the object of my conversion to darts; Martin Adams. He is more close in stature to a 1980s pornstar than an athlete. His BMI is certainly in the “overweight” category at best and he sports a throwback handlebar moustache matched with a rug of chest hair that I can only marvel at.

Darts players are real men. Their paunch is evident from beneath their personalised shirts and they shine a radiant light as the TV glare catches their sweat and golden jewellery. Drinking and smoking help rather than hinder their performances.

With names like “Wolfie”, “The Count” and “The Power” these men would appear to more at home in a ridiculously overblown spectacle like Wrestlemania than professional sporting leagues, yet this leads to an atmosphere at the Riverside unrivalled by some of the world’s most prestigious arenas.

Not only do these men entertain, they have ridiculous skills in their own right. They aim for the treble twenty (less than two inches wide) from up to to nine feet away, and they hit it, three times in a row. Add to this the mental arithmetic of a Primary School times-table prodigy as they calculate the best way to “check out” – get the total number of points to win the frame (for all you darts novices) – and you realise that darts is a demanding discipline.

If you go for an evening at Wimbledon you will experience Pimms, pleasantries and the perfumed smell of a well-groomed Roger Federer. If you go for a night at the darts you get pints and pandemonium, infused with the B.O of Wolfie and the ash of cigarettes. I know where I’d rather spend my time.

Oxford researchers discover Hasselhoff crab

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A lost world of previously unknown creatures has been found flourishing next to boiling vents of water, miles under the surface of the Southern Ocean near Antarctica.

The discoveries, made by teams led by the University of Oxford and Southampton in collaboration with the British Antarctic Survey, include a new species of yeti crab, a forbidding pale octopus and a predatory seven-armed starfish.

The hydrothermal vents of the East Scotia Ridge are powered by underwater volcanoes, and produce springs of black, smoky water capable of reaching temperatures as high as 400C (752F). They are of interest to deep-sea biologists as they host animals found nowhere else that derive their energy not from sunlight but from the bacterial oxidation of chemicals in the vent fluids. These discoveries therefore help scientists to build a picture of what elements are actually required for life to exist.

The vents were discovered to be competing grounds for massive densities of crabs. Up to 600 of the crustaceans compete for each square metre of land, attempting to get as close as possible to the vents without accidentally cooking themselves in the scalding fissures.

The findings represent the latest in a string of discoveries of crab communities in the South Pacific since the first known yeti crab, the Kiwa hirsuta, was identified in 2005. However, the crabs were not only observed in much greater numbers in the East Scotia Ridge, but discovered to possess a unique physical trait. Whereas the hirsuta is characterised by the long, silky hairs that grow on its claws, thick clumps of hair cling to the undersides of the new species.

Nicolai Roterman, A DPhil student here at Oxford researching the genetic makeup of these creatures, was the mastermind behind a now infamous nickname for the new species. “I dubbed it the ‘Hoff Crab’ owing to its hairy chest”. He explains that the tufts “provide an ideal growing environment for bacteria which are then grazed upon by the crab – sort of using their own bodies as a farm”.

Roterman describes a gruelling work schedule on board the RSS James Cook, the team becoming accustomed to working 16-18 hour shifts over the course of the six weeks in order to make the most of an expensive opportunity. “Occasionally the volume of material found meant that some of us would be working for more than 30 hours straight before being relieved in order that everything was done correctly. This was imperative because you never know if the weather would suddenly deteriorate and potential science hours lost due to rough seas.” Resilience in testing conditions however proved worthwhile when breakthroughs were made – “I think all in all, we were delirious with excitement from the discoveries”.

During the expedition in January 2010, the team used a purpose-built, remotely operated vehicle called the Isis, boasting a HD video camera, a “slurp gun” for picking up delicate invertebrates and a sophisticated acoustic mapping system, to access the deep-sea vents. The ROV, about the size of a Land Rover, cost approximately £3 million to build and is capable of diving 6500m. Without the groundbreaking Isis, the team would not have been able to uncover and unearth some 12,000 samples of rocks, bacteria and other marine life.

The South Pacific is attractive to deep-sea biologists at the cutting-edge of research as it has been considered as an important gateway for the dispersal of vent animals between the other major oceans of the world over geological timescales. “We expected to find a mixture of animals probably reflecting such dispersal, certainly shrimp and possibly mussels and other animals”, says expedition leader and Professor of Conservation Biology Alex Rogers.However, the nature of the sea-life confronting the team surprised as much as it delighted. “We were fairly certain that the Southern Ocean was a major missing piece in our understanding of the distribution of vent species but we never expected something so new.” The Somerville Fellow adds, “what we didn’t find is almost as surprising as what we did. Many animals such as tubeworms, vent mussels, vent crabs, and vent shrimps, which are found in hydrothermal vents in the Pacific, Atlantic, and Indian Oceans, simply weren’t there.”

Prof. Rogers explains that the discoveries have significant implications in terms of an understanding of the marine life of the Indian Ocean, rewriting the story of vent biogeography. Just last month, more yeti crabs have been spotted by a research team following the lead of Rogers’ team, based at Southampton.

He hopes that the findings will encourage a new generation of marine biologists to involve themselves in deep-sea research. “With modern research vehicles the images we have are fantastic and really help to engender enthusiasm for the subject. For me, teaching students about the deep ocean is a pleasure. To reveal to anyone for the first time the wonders of the deep ocean and seeing their reactions is always great.”

A report detailing the research has been published in the open-access journal PLoS Biology.

Denílson: Portrait Of A Fallen Star

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In his address to the US Congress in 1942 Winston Churchill proclaimed, “We are the masters of our fate”. For Denílson, his fate was to be unforeseen and equally unrivalled to that of his predecessors. Whilst initially his rags to riches story captured the imagination of Brazilian football purists, his career was to be far from a fairy-tale – one defined by sporadic success, a series of spurned opportunities and selfishness.

The left winger’s meteoric rise to stardom was far beyond what the man heralding from Diadema, a sprawling industrial city in the state of São Paulo, could have ever imagined. He first caught the eye during his supremely successful 4-year spell at São Paulo, for whom he made his debut at the age of 17 and who would go on to score 58 goals in 110 appearances. His stock rose dramatically during the 1997 Copa América and Le Tournoi tournaments in Bolivia and France respectively, where he produced a number of eye-catching performances for A Seleção. In the space of 18 months, the 20-year-old would go from being one of world football’s most talked-about sensations to being its most expensive star. Denílson’s future appeared to be a very bright one.

So what was it that made the 1997 FIFA Confederations Cup Golden Ball winner such an attractive proposition? Blessed with the innocence of youth, Denílson showed no fear. He loved to dribble with the ball, constantly terrorising defenders with his blistering turn of pace, directness and unpredictability, leading him to be compared with past greats such as São Paulo’s historic footballing icon Canhoteiro, Brazil’s 1970s star Jairzinho and the masterful Garrincha. Far from being a slight winger, he was powerfully built with supreme balance, who used his upper-body strength to his advantage to shrug off incoming challenges. Furthermore, despite his relatively young age, those around him quickly came to admire his supreme self-confidence, which verged on the side of arrogance.

His stellar performances and potential drew a number of suitors, but it was the La Liga outfit, Real Betis, who eventually beat their rivals to the wonderkid’s signature – albeit breaking the world transfer record in the process by spending an estimated £21,500,000. And whilst this ‘marquee signing’ was intended by the then president, Manuel Ruiz de Lopera, as a signal of the club’s intent on breaking into the highest echelon of Spanish football, Denílson’s inflated price tag was to haunt him for the rest of his career. The winger’s return to France for the 1998 FIFA World Cup was less dramatic, mainly appearing as an impact substitute under former Head Coach Mário Zagallo. It was to set the tone for his 7-year spell at Estadio Benito Villamarín.

Unprepared for the transition from Brazilian to Spanish football along with the level of expectation that had been ratcheted up since his move, Denílson was never able to hold down a regular place in the starting line-up. Just as he struggled for consistency, so did the club. Real Betis’s relegation to the Segunda División in his second season led to a brief return to Brazil on loan with Flamengo CF. Despite leading the club back into La Liga in 2001, over the coming years the he increasingly became little more than a cameo player as his potency in front of goal rapidly diminished. 2005 was to bring his frustrating time in Spain to a close.

The following five years would see the 2002 FIFA World Cup winning player ply his trade in five different countries. Despite enjoying his most productive season in Europe during his single season in Ligue 1 with Bordeaux in 2005, reports of excessive wage demands saw the Brazilian embark upon the first of his big obscure paydays. Beginning in Saudi Arabia with Al-Nassr, Denílson’s travels took him to Major League Soccer with FC Dallas, back to Brazil with a successful spell at Palmeiras and unexpectedly to the Vietnamese Super League with Xi Măng Hải Phòng, where he became the highest paid player in Vietnamese history, before confirming his retirement – a dramatic fall from grace for the man who once had the footballing world at his feet. 

Whilst physically there was no doubting his talent and technique, which ranked alongside some of the greats of Brazilian football, psychologically Denílson was unable to resist his own hype, principally fuelled by his record breaking move to Europe, which came to undermine him. Amidst the hyperbole, it soon became apparent that the winger was all but one-dimensional. In Europe he simply didn’t have the same space and time to think on the ball as he did in his homeland. And whilst he undeniably possessed a gifted left-foot, his complete reliance on it was quickly exposed by opposition managers and players alike, leading to his virtual isolation from many games and thus consigning him to the substitutes bench for the majority of his career.

Despite absorbing all of the riches that the game had afforded him, the winger was always fighting a losing battle in an attempt to convince the world that, far from being it’s most expensive player, he was it’s best player. Such is the unpredictable nature of football, that for every success story, be it a Ronaldo or Romário, somewhere out there in the world there will always be a Denílson.

Twitter: @aleksklosok

Puerto Morelos

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New Years Eve – a night to remember?

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For this one magical night it’s about getting another chance, to do more, to give more, to love more: that is what new years is all about- that, and a good party’.

That’s the sound-bite for the latest Hollywood blockbuster, ‘New Years Eve’ which looks set to ruin our New Year’s Eve experience for years to come with visions of what could have been, if only we were beautiful, wealthy and lived in New York. (Much like Valentine’s Day was a cruel treat for potential couples everywhere last year: come on, what date did you have that would have been better than Bradley Cooper or Jessica Alba?)

But despite this prevision of comparative doom… what are we getting up to on New Years Eve? The night when clubs charge astronomical fees for awesome nights; when fireworks paint the sky over London Southbank; and when champagne is definitely the new tequila. To that end I have sought out the stories of our most beloved fellow students whose exploits or lack of are the real story of New Years Eve, midnight kisses and all..

The One Who Didn’t Make it to Midnight

I was the one who didn’t manage to see in the new year. It began civilized; I had mulled wine and nibbles with a friend from school whilst we waited for my other friend to turn up. We’d decided on a nice quiet new years eve at our local seeing as everyone was either away or with family. However, when said friend arrived, with them came vodka and a lot of whiskey. From that point, my night went downhill. I made it to the pub but after shots, throwing up in the beer garden and breaking a shelf in the toilet, (I am told at this point I whispered ‘oh no!’ and tried to hide in a cubicle), I got taken home. At half ten. To my Christian parents, who have never seen me drunk before. I woke up at 5am cuddling the toilet.

Anonymous

The Londoner

As many a Londoner will tell you, the fireworks that light up the Southbank are incredible and a worthy way to see in the New Years; but what they won’t mention is the six hour wait in the freezing cold as you jostle for a place on a nearby bridge, warding off the killer winds which sweep down the Thames and the droves of snap-happy tourists keen to nick your spot. So, this New Years I decided to do it the civilized way: dinner with friends at a house in Westminster tall enough to afford us a perfect view of the fireworks from the roof once the clock struck midnight. And until midnight? A pool table and a plentiful supply of wine kept us thoroughly entertained. New Years didn’t get messy; but it was a great evening and I was happy to be seeing in 2012 with old friends, catching up a term’s worth of conversation and having my butt kicked at pool. It was certainly a night to remember and I hope that it is a sign of things to come: if 2012 is anything like as chilled out as new years eve, then I’ll be one happy student.

Viccy Ibbett

The Country Boy

We country-folk find it difficult to get out to all of your fancy London night clubs and thus an alternative method of getting truly mapped at New Years is to perform a house invasion. This year we arrived at the designated person’s house with enough alcohol each to leave us in hospital with a reasonably serious coma but nonetheless still had the intention of drinking every drop. The main activity of the night was drinking games which included the regular card games and culminated in a game entitled ‘Doggy Do’ of which the aim was to force a plastic dog to defecate by squeezing its lead. 

After these various activities for forcing alcohol into our respective systems mania ensued and ultimately, the next thing I personally remember is waking up in a shredded paper table cloth on a stone kitchen floor wearing a shirt that I hadn’t yet realised wasn’t mine after being repeatedly shot in the face by a Nerf gun. The rest of New Years Day was spent with my head in my hands as I was dragged out to a family meal in a country pub where I watched as a roast dinner was placed in front of me and then taken away, completely uneaten, half an hour later. Overall, the moments of this New Years Eve that I remember will certainly be difficult to forget.

Anonymous

The Girly Night In

What better way to pay tribute to the end of 2011 than a night gossiping with the girlies over glasses of champagne, reminiscing about good times spent together during our last year at school and sharing equally embarrassing stories from our time at university. It was the first New Year’s I’ve spent away from home and the traditional family celebrations of much singing, eating and Wii-playing but watching Big Ben strike midnight in glorious HD surrounded by some of my closest friends was an equally special and enjoyable start to the new year. Our goal was not to get smashed or wasted, we wanted to remember the start of 2012 and make this year a year to remember rather than a night to forget! We watched the fireworks and sang Auld Lang’s Syne under guidance from Jake Humphrey with stomachs full of hand-made sushi, a wonderful home-made gingerbread house and several glasses of champagne. In comparison to other nights it was a quiet one, but I wouldn’t have changed it for the world. Bring on 2012!

Cara Battle

The House Party

I’ve had a romantic view of the New Year ever since I was fifteen, when I was finally released from the clutches of my parents into a booze-ridden teenage party. Idealising New Years is not healthy; it has raised my expectations to such a height that I’m almost always disappointed when the real deal comes around. I’m not being picky. I only ask that by midnight I share a kiss with a devilishly handsome man with a nice personality to match, to get tipsy without those alarming memory losses, and to party. Hard. The reality of my New Years for 2012 was somewhat different.

Traditionally (well, ever since two years ago,) I have visited my brother in Newport, Wales to ring in the New Year. My final day of 2011 commenced with driving the two or so hours in dark, wet conditions whilst listening to Beyonce on repeat, and to my brother steadily downing cup after cup of cider. Having somehow arrived in Wales and following the lengthy affair of applying red lipstick without looking like The Joker, we started the process conventionally known as the ‘Pre lash.’ That’s probably where I went wrong in all fairness. I know I’m an embarrassing drunk; it’s an accepted fact for all who know me, and so arriving at the house party full of people I didn’t really know couldn’t have led to a good first impression. It didn’t. By 11pm people were handing me cups of ‘Vimto’ to drink, and slices of bread to ‘soak up the rum,’ (of which I found slices discarded in unlikely places around the house the day after, the bath for example.) However by midnight I was okay. And yes, I did get my kiss. The catch? Unfortunately he was gay. Bummer.

The next few hours were taken up with clubbing, dancing, and trying and failing to send New Years texts to my friends. I got home in the early hours of 2012, exhausted, hungry, and feeling rougher than sandpaper. Still, despite my embarrassing antics, the lipstick which was inevitably all over my face come morning, and my avoidance of the midnight kisser; 2012 started bloody brilliant.

Vickie Morrish

Oxford Professor of Poetry knighted

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Geoffrey Hill, Oxford’s Professor of Poetry, has received a knighthood for services to literature in the New Year’s Honours List.

Professor Hill, who has been described as the “greatest living poet writing in the English language,’ has produced more than fifteen volumes of celebrated poetry, including the acclaimed King Log and Speech! Speech!, in a career spanning over fifty years. Hill has also written four volumes of influential literary criticism.

In June 2010, he became the 44th occupant of one of the most distinguished literary chairs in existence, Oxford’s Professor of Poetry, succeeding Christopher Ricks in a line of incumbents that includes Matthew Arnold, W. H. Auden, Robert Graves and Seamus Heaney. A record 2,500 votes were cast in the election, of which Hill secured the overwhelming majority – more than three times than that of his nearest rival, Michael Horovitz.

Dr. Peter McDonald, Christ Church Tutor, literary critic and editor of Geoffrey Hill: Essays on His Later Work, spoke to Cherwell of the importance of the honour, commenting, “Geoffrey Hill has been for a very long time now the best poet writing in English; in my view, he is also a poet of permanent importance, whose work certainly ranks alongside that of Yeats and Eliot in power, memorability, and originality. Three such poets in a hundred years are all any culture can reasonably expect.

“The knighthood is right and proper as an expression of national pride, though it must be added that the British poetry world has seldom been inclined to take any particular pride in Hill’s achievements: this reflects badly on that little world, but will be of no consequence in the longer term. Oxford’s securing Sir Geoffrey’s services as Professor of Poetry will I think come to be seen as a great triumph for our University.”

Dr Seamus Perry, Lecturer and Deputy Chair of Oxford’s English Faculty Board, also sang Hill’s praises. He said, “This is a wonderfully fitting tribute from the Crown to England’s greatest living poet. For more than half a century Hill’s works have meditated upon the history and politics of these islands with an unrivalled imaginative tenacity and a fiercely engaged moral intelligence that is wholly unique: this recognition is thoroughly deserved. I hope he gets the Nobel next.”

Dr. Daniel Tyler, English tutor at Lincoln, was “delighted” by the honour, telling Cherwell, “It is good news that such a fine poet has been recognised in this way. Although best known for his poetry, Geoffrey Hill is also a literary critic of the highest order – as all those of us who have enjoyed his stimulating lectures as Professor of Poetry can attest. In all his writing, he strives for precision of thought and expression rather than popular appeal, but if the award of this honour brings his writing to the considered attention of a larger body of readers, then it will have done a good thing.”

One English student at Corpus Christi acknowledged, “As a poet who is not only current but also connected into both the academic and composition sides of the art, Geoffrey Hill is a clear candidate to represent the profession.”

The New Year’s Honours List had a strong literary presence this year. Novelist and Oxford graduate Penelope Lively became a Dame, whilst Australian writer Clive James and author Rachel Billington were awarded CBEs. Diarmaid MacCulloch, Oxford’s Professor of the History of the Church, also received a knighthood in recognition of his services to scholarship.

Sir Geoffrey Hill is a fellow of Keble College, Oxford. His latest work, Clavics, is shortlisted for the Forward Prize for Poetry 2011. Since June 2007, he has completed five new collections of poems, scheduled for publication by Oxford University Press in 2013. In 2009 his Collected Critical Writings won the Truman Capote Award for Literary Criticism, the largest annual cash prize in English-language literary criticism.

Into the Wild

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Crewdating guide tells freshers how to achieve ‘success’

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This week the existence of a “Crew Date Flair Guide” was revealed. The guide details instructions that members of The Saints (the combined St Anne’s and St John’s rugby team) should follow in order to achieve crew dating success.

A copy of the document, originally written approximately five or six years ago, was distributed to first year students in October. It included details on the appropriate use of a “wingman”, the purpose of the “central Kill-Zone” and how to maximise chances of success through the use of a special seating plan.

One section of the guide, called “The Setup,” advises readers against a girl-boy seating plan but describes how “undesirables” should be “penned” into a corner and seated next to attached men. This allows the formation of a “central Kill-Zone” consisting of the “major social players and easiest women.” At the other end of the table, seating an attractive single female in a corner allows her to be “chatted up using the perfect “opposite and next to” wingman technique.”

After Jamal’s, readers are advised to check which women on their “shortlist” will be going clubbing. “You will only score once you get past the defence and into a one-on-one,” it tells its readers. If such a one-on-one is established, the guide advises other players to distract the girl’s “more sensible” friends. The wingman’s role at a club is thus to preserve any “one-on-one” opportunities that the team establish.

Some have taken the guide’s existence as a disappointing demonstration that for some crewdating is purely seen as a strategic opportunity to score, rather than it being an opportunity to meet other students of similar academic or extra-curricular interests. Katie Dean, of Mansfield College, commented, ‘This kind of sexist attitude is unexpected. It is sad to think that some students retain this misconceived view of how it is appropriate to treat female students.’

However others have instead labelled the guide as ‘lighthearted’. One rower, who wished to remain anonymous, told Cherwell, ‘Everyone knows what goes on with a crew date, those who don’t like it just don’t go.’ The only surprise they expressed was that someone had gone to the effort to make such a guide.

That Was The Year That Was

While New Year’s resolutions are still resolute, and the faint taste of mince pies still lingers on our lips, Cherwell takes a final look back at 2011, a year in which revolutions swept the Arab world, the English rioted, the EU tottered ever closer to breaking point, and the British press was forced to take a long, hard look at itself.

 

When Mohammed Bouazzi, a young Tunisian fruit seller, set himself on fire in December 2010 in protest at harassment by the authorities, the Arab Spring ignited, spreading across the region in a wave of protests. Within a month, the 24 year reign of Tunisian dictator President Ben Ali had come to an end. Tens of thousands of Egyptians filled Cairo’s Tahrir Square, leading President Mubarak to step down after 30 years in power. The grizzliest dictator of them all, Colonel Gaddafi, managed no less than 42 years, before being killed by rebels in October at the end of the 6 month war in Libya.

 

Meanwhile, Yemen’s Ali Abdullah Saleh finally caved in to popular pressure after 9 months of protests while, over 5,000 lives later, Bashar Assad is still clinging to power in Syria (though some hope the arrival of Arab League observers will stop the spiral into civil war). Islamist parties have had significant electoral successes in Morocco, Tunisia and Egypt, leading some in the west to talk of an ‘Arab Winter’.

 

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After four years of cult-building as Prime Minister, Vladimir Putin surprised no one by announcing that he would be swapping jobs with Dmitry Medvedev, and running again for President in 2012. When Putin’s party then swept the board in parliamentary elections tens of thousands of Russians took to the streets of Moscow and St Petersburg in the freezing December weather, to protest against the results, which they believed were rigged. Putin has since made vague noises about engaging in political ‘dialogue’.

 

TIME magazine declared ‘the protester’ to be their person of the year, with ordinary people making their voices heard across the globe in and beyond the Arab world and Russia.  Women (and men) bared their bodies in SlutWalks, in response to Toronto policeman Michael Sanguinetti’s comment that ‘women should avoid dressing like sluts in order not to be victimised’. The Occupy Wall Street movement declared ‘We are the 99%’ when it pitched camp in New York. Anti-capitalism camps then sprang up in cities across the world, including outside St Paul’s in London.

 

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As austerity measures began to bite across Europe, Greeks were the most violent in venting their anger, while Britain saw its biggest public sector strikes for a generation. Meanwhile, the Eurozone lurched from crisis to near catastrophe, increasingly drunk with the weight of its sovereign debt and bailouts amounting to hundreds of billions of Euros. The governments of Ireland, Portugal, Greece, and Spain tumbled one after the other, and it was these economic woes, rather than facing trials for corruption and having sex with an underage prostitute, that finally felled Italy’s Prime Minister, Silvio ‘bunga bunga’ Berlusconi. While Cameron exercising Britain’s veto to “protect” the City had some arguing that we are now on the sidelines in Europe, the Eurozone leaders have yet to get a grip on the crisis.

 

England’s cities went up in flames in August, as peaceful protests following the mistaken killing of Mark Duggan by a policeman in Tottenham turned to riots, which spread across London and the rest of the country for four days. Looters made off with trolley-loads of TVs, trainers, clothes and food, while historic buildings burnt, and the police stood by, helpless to prevent the anarchy. Thousands have so far been arrested and charged over the violence, and many Brits said they would support the army being used to quell riots.

 

The UK rejected changing the electoral system from First Past The Post to the Alternative Vote by a staggering margin of 67.9% to 32.1% in a referendum in May. While mud was slung on both sides of the campaign, the most controversial advert was a poster of an ill baby with the slogan “She needs a new cardiac facility NOT an alternative voting system”, used by the No campaign to claim that changing the voting system would have cost £250m. 

 

Warring Democrats and Republicans brought the US economy to the brink over raising the debt ceiling, and the US then lost the prized triple A rating on its debt.  Republican presidential hopefuls have sharpened their swords, and then fallen on them in an increasingly bizarre series of faux-pas. Rick Perry couldn’t remember which government agencies he wanted to close, Michele Bachmann suggested that the earthquake and hurricane on the East Coast was a message from God, and Herman Cain’s campaign folded after accusations of sexual harassment. Mormon millionaire Mitt Romney is currently leading the polls for Tuesday’s crucial caucus in Iowa.

 

Almost ten years after the 9/11 attacks, the world’s most wanted man, Osama Bin Laden, was shot by US special forces in a gated compound in the quiet Pakistani town of Abbottabad in May. US-Pakistani relations subsequently soured, with the Pakistani government suspected of complicity in enabling the Al-Qaeda mastermind to live in relative comfort, and not in a cave as believed. Relations took a further turn for the worse when the Americans accidentally killed 24 Pakistani soldiers in an airstrike, and the overland route through the country, to supply the 10 year old war in Afghanistan, was then shut off.

 

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Americans commemorated the tenth anniversary of the 9/11 attacks. This in the same year that they withdrew their remaining forces from Iraq, and announced an official end to the war that came as a direct response to the attack on the Twin Towers.

 

Hillary Clinton went to Myanmar, in the first visit to the country by an American Secretary of State in 56 years.  The national junta made gestures towards softening its repressive regime, allowing greater freedom to Aung San Suu Kyi, the leader of the democracy movement, whom they released in 2010 after 15 years of house arrest.

 

The South of what was then Sudan voted to secede from the country, and the UN welcomed the new nation of South Sudan as its 193rd member. Meanwhile, the Palestinians launched their own bid to become the 194th full member of the United Nations, with the US promising to veto the motion if it reached the Security Council.

 

Violence erupted in Norway as Anders Behring Breivik embarked on a 69-person killing spree at a Labour Party-run camp, after exploding a car bomb in Oslo that left eight people dead. He defended his actions as atrocious but necessary for the protection of Europe against a Muslim invasion. Psychiatrists concluded he was suffering from paranoid schizophrenia.

 

Tragedy also struck Japan, when an earthquake and tsunami killed 18,000 in March, leaving parts of the country looking like a post-Hiroshima wasteland, and causing a meltdown at the Fukishima nuclear plant. The fallout from radiation is, as yet, unknown. Earthquakes in New Zealand and Turkey claimed up to 1,000 lives.

 

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Extreme weather linked to climate change flooded much of Bangkok in the autumn, but the deal brokered in Durban was seen by many as no more than a plan to construct an actual deal in several years time. Famine also struck the Horn of Africa, with up to 10m people affected.

 

2011 saw the deaths of important figures across the globe. Kim Jong-Il was replaced by his son Kim Jong-Un as Supreme Leader of North Korea, after the former’s death on 17th December. Apple’s innovative number one, Steve Jobs, lost a prolonged fight against pancreatic cancer at the age of 56, while Christopher Hitchens, formerly of Balliol College, died of pneumonia as a result of complications from esophageal cancer. Amy Winehouse died of alcohol poisoning at the age of 27, while football mourned the death of Gary Speed

 

Dominique Strauss-Kahn, former head of the IMF and onetime darling of the French Left, suffered a tumultuous fall from grace after he was arrested in New York on charges of sexually assaulting a hotel maid. Despite the claimant’s case falling apart after she was revealed to have lied when giving evidence, the episode prompted French novelist Tristane Banon to accuse DSK of sexual assault eight years previously. Conspiracy theories of political collusion to disgrace Strauss-Kahn, tipped for the Presidential candidacy of the Socialist party, abounded.

 

Meanwhile, the indiscretions of the well-known and well-heeled in the UK became of increasing interest to the public, as consternation about super-injunctions came to a head.  So averse to Britain’s liberal values were these press-gagging court orders felt to be, that the Prime Minister himself waded in to share his misgivings on the matter. But sympathy for the press lasted only for so long. The News of the World, a tabloid paper owned by News International, the British newspaper division of Rupert Murdoch’s News Corporation, was forced to close after a story broke revealing the endemic use of phone hacking by its journalists. The scandal, which resurfaced in July after previous instances involving celebrities whose phones had been hacked, provoked general opprobrium as new victims, including a murdered 13-year old, 7/7 victims, and relatives of deceased British soldiers, were revealed to have been targeted.

 

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All was not doom and gloom this year though, as 26 million Brits tuned in to see the marriage of Prince William to Kate Middleton in April, while a further 23 million Americans and 41 million Indians watched the Royal wedding.

 

On the 31st October the UN selected several babies, born on that day, to mark the date that the earth’s population was estimated to have reached 7 billion.


And so, on to 2012, with the Olympics, the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee, yet more upheaval in the Eurozone, US and Russian presidential elections, and the Mayan end of an era/end of the world to look forward to.