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5 Minute Tute: drug decriminalisation

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Exactly what kinds of legal changes do those in favour of drug policy reform advocate?

Broadly there are two changes to the law that reformers advocate. Decriminalisation would remove criminal sanctions for possessing small quantities of illegal drugs for personal consumption. Instead of facing prison or a fine and having a criminal record which might harm their employment prospects, drug users might instead face an administrative sanction which involves going before a panel which assesses the individual’s need for treatment, deliucation and refers them on to other services where necessary. Many drug policy reform advocates want to go further and bring the manufacture, distribution and supply of currently illegal drugs under government control and regulation. Advocates of regulation rightly point out that it is rather nonsensical to regard drug use as primarily a health issue that does not require punishment (as decriminalisation implies), while leaving control of manufacture, distribution, supply and marketing in the hands of organised criminals. They argue that safeguarding public health and security, as well as savings in policing and criminal justice, is far more achievable if the government were to take control of the drug market.

Where have drug laws been liberalised recently?

 I dislike the word liberalisation to describe recent drug policy innovations. ‘Liberalisation’ suggests a culture of permissiveness and a lack of appreciation of the dangers of drug use. I see the reforms that have been successful in other countries as much more ‘tough on drugs’ than current policies in Britain, as they are more effectively restricting the ability of drugs to do harm. Portugal have pioneered the decriminalisation approach that I describe above. Switzerland have pioneered heroin-assisted treatment clinics where addicts receive pharmaceutical heroin under medical supervision. Both of these approaches are being adopted elsewherein Europe, and decriminalisation is becoming fairly widespread in Latin America.

What were the results of more liberal policies in those cases?

In Portugal the surge in drug use that some had predicted did not come to pass. Indeed, numbers in treatment doubled, injecting drug use reduced substantially, transmission of HIV in drug users dropped, and the prison population reduced by one sixth. In Switzerland, and all other countries where heroin-assisted treatment has been trialled, the individuals receiving heroin in clinics have seen great health benefits, massively reduced their use of street heroin, the amount of crime they commit and the funding they provide to organised crime. The reforms in both Portugal and Switzerland have proved very popular with the public and politicians too.

How likely is reform in the UK within the foreseeable future?

The Liberal Democrats have just adopted as policy a commitment to an independent review of current policy and a consideration of the decriminalisation and legal regulation alternatives. I hope that our coalition partners will recognise that we can’t afford to persist with very expensive policies which are not working, and that this review is urgently necessary. Growing numbers of important British and international figures have called for reform in recent years, but seemingly not yet enough to blow away the political cowardice that still holds back those with the power to make things happen.

Cherwell: on this day through the ages

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Each summer Oxford students, after enduring a soporiphic hibernation period amongst our dear dreaming spires (otherwise known as the academic year), burst forth to wreak havoc on the wide and exciting world, and it is the duty of Cherwell to chart, at the beginning of Michaelmas term, the various misguided paths our readers take year after year. In the optimistic days of the20s, free of politically correct inhibitions and fears of appearing overly bourgeois, one writer waxed lyrical of his experiences on ‘the romantic streets of Sevilla, on the borders of enchanted Italian lakes, on the Alps, even in the streets of Lyons at four in the morning, when moments of bliss or preoccupation have been suddenly shattered by the sound of a blatant Anglo-Saxon ‘Cheerio”.

Each summer Oxford students, after enduring a soporiphic hibernation period amongst our dear dreaming spires (otherwise known as the academic year), burst forth to wreak havoc on the wide and exciting world, and it is the duty of the Cherwell to chart, at the beginning of Michaelmas term, the various misguided paths our readers take year after year.
In the optimistic days of the 20s, free of politically correct inhibitions and fears of appearing overly bourgeois, one writer waxed lyrical of his experiences on ‘the romantic streets of Sevilla, on the borders of enchanted Italian lakes, on the Alps, even in the streets of Lyons at four in the morning, when moments of bliss or preoccupation have been suddenly shattered by the sound of a blatant Anglo-Saxon ‘Cheerio”.
By 1969 the NUS was being lauded by the Cherwell for its travel scheme, which made summer vacations of all manners both affordable and easy to organise. We excitedly heralded the option of ‘£55 for 3 weeks in the Soviet Union with everything paid for except your vodka & cigarettes’. Between Ryanair, Malia and Ouzo, precious little seems to have changed in the desires of the travelling student.
A drink and a smoke have always been top priorities for Oxonians, with our purpotedly secret, reputedly hedonistic dining societies often cropping up in the news in less than favourable circumstances. In 1982, we told you how ‘members of an elitist university dining club, the Assassins, caused £560 worth of damage to a Thame restaurant, telling police it was part of a good night’s fun’. A similar incident in 1987 may come to mind.
I must warn you, don’t think you’re free from the clutches of the University Proctors, even when the sun comes out for the summer. After the 1967 summer of love we reported how, ‘in a massive purge on drug-taking, the Proctors swooped during the vacation on seven first year undergraduates. Six students, including two St. Hughs girls, have been rusticated for a year. The seventh has left for good’.
Scandal continued that summer with OUDS accepting the invitation for an all expenses paid VIP performance tour courtesy of the Greek military junta. After student outrage surfaced, one young thesp retorted, ‘We are artists, not politicians. We just wanted to put on a good show’.
Week after week, year after year, Cherwell has brought you the best on ‘theatre, music, Union, sport & all the other features’. We start the new academic year in high spirits. We’re still the same old Cherwell, and this is the same old Oxford.

By 1969 the NUS was being lauded by Cherwell for its travel scheme, which made summer vacations of all manners both affordable and easy to organise. We excitedly heralded the option of ‘£55 for 3 weeks in the Soviet Union with everything paid for except your vodka & cigarettes’. Between Ryanair, Malia and Ouzo, precious little seems to have changed in the desires of the travelling student.

A drink and a smoke have always been top priorities for Oxonians, with our purpotedly secret, reputedly hedonistic dining societies often cropping up in the news in less than favourable circumstances. In 1982, we told you how ‘members of an elitist university dining club, the Assassins, caused £560 worth of damage to a Thame restaurant, telling police it was part of a good night’s fun’. A similar incident in 1987 may come to mind.

I must warn you, don’t think you’re free from the clutches of the University Proctors, even when the sun comes out for the summer. After the 1967 summer of love we reported how, ‘in a massive purge on drug-taking, the Proctors swooped during the vacation on seven first year undergraduates. Six students, including two St. Hughs girls, have been rusticated for a year. The seventh has left for good’.

Scandal continued that summer with OUDS accepting the invitation for an all expenses paid VIP performance tour courtesy of the Greek military junta. After student outrage surfaced, one young thesp retorted, ‘We are artists, not politicians. We just wanted to put on a good show’.

Week after week, year after year, Cherwell has brought you the best on ‘theatre, music, Union, sport & all the other features’. We start the new academic year in high spirits. We’re still the same old Cherwell, and this is the same old Oxford.

Law, Order and Dreaming Spires

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The rich, famous, interesting and powerful contact Cherwell all the time, desperate to grace our pages with their presence. Well, that’s not strictly true. From time to time our vacation bombardment of various PR firms does pay off, but there are still some weeks where you end up chatting to a retired politician, sitting up self consciously straight whilst inwardly cringing, and rather like a bad first date wishing there was someone sparkly and dynamic in front of you.

The rich, famous, interesting and powerful contact Cherwell all the time, desperate to grace our pages with their presence. Well, that’s not strictly true. From time to time our vacation bombardment of various PR firms does pay off, but there are still some weeks where you end up chatting to a retired politician, sitting up self consciously straight whilst inwardly cringing, and rather like a bad first date wishing there was someone sparkly and dynamic in front of you.
So it was a rather pleasant surprise to get an email from Mansfield College asking to set up an interview. Baroness Helena Kennedy, QC, is technically an Oxford newbie – she asks me about “noughth week” and “plodge” – but she’s definitely not out of her depth.
Kennedy is an immensely impressive person: it’s hard to believe one person can be so active in so many areas of public life. Human rights lawyer. Labour Peer. Chair of the Power Commission and Charter 88. Advisor to the World Bank Institute, chair and patron of dozens of charities (including her own), current affairs broadcaster – it goes on. Just reading her CV makes me feel tired.
Cross examining a QC is a daunting prospect. As is meeting a college Principal. Yet Kennedy is surprisingly easy to talk to – I’m immediately struck by how human she is. Her strong Glasgow accent and warm, direct gaze usher me straight from the office to the Principal’s lodgings for a cup of tea; she rather naturally takes over the conversation with the air of those who are used to their own authority.
“I don’t think it’s a secret that Mansfield approached me for the position of Principal. It’s not the first time Oxbridge colleges have asked me to come on board but it is the first time it has fitted with the other parts of my life. I think there is a tide which is turning in the right direction and that’s why it is good for me to be here now.”
It’s odd to see someone usually pictured behind podiums or commanding Parliament busying herself around the kitchen in such a normal way. The beautiful house is still pretty bare, with cardboard moving boxes lining the walls. It has an air of expectancy. Why is she here? The freak October sunshine pours into the near empty room; Kennedy’s lime green dress seems suitably vibrant. It’s autumn, but it feels like spring – and at the start of the academic year, maybe it’s a pathetic fallacy.
Kennedy certainly thinks so. “There’s a different cohort of people coming to be heads of house at Oxford. People like Will Hutton at Hertford, Hermione Lee, Mark Damazer – it’s a rather interesting spectrum of people.
“Tim Gardam at St Anne’s was the first. This is a new generation, with very different views and experiences of things than the last generation of Principals, perhaps.”
The higher education sector doesn’t seem to me to be the rosiest place to be at the moment. But the smoothness of her voice, disciplined by years spent at the bar and with the BBC, has a self-assured tone, and I’m inclined to trust her. She says she sees herself as part of the early seventies generation – the original student activists. “Well, we’re not radicals. Maybe every so often there are always new waves, but I do think my appointment is indicative of change already happening.”
Kennedy, rather refreshingly, doesn’t downplay her achievement: she’s articulate and direct. “It’s important to feel OK about the person who looks back at you in the mirror,” she says, matter of factly. “Because of that, I’m a person who has been at the forefront of quite a lot of change and challenges to institutions.”
As a member of the House of Lords and QC you could say she’s definitely part of the system – but she’s not afraid of dissent. Kennedy has voted against her party more than any other Labour Peer; more than once she describes herself as doing ‘battle’ with government.
“I’m afraid I wear it as a badge of honour. I know I was put into the House of Lords because I’m a human rights lawyer. One of them said to me, ‘we like your brand’, and I wanted to throw up on the carpet.
“They liked my profile, the fact that I champion the disadvantaged. They wanted to harness that, but I couldn’t not vote against doing away with trial by jury, extending detentions without trial, all the civil liberties Blunkett was so happy to sign away.” She says that Mansfield, traditionally a college of nonconformists and dissenters, appealed for that very reason.
Kennedy does seem happy to be here. This is a woman who has a tendency to achieve what she sets her mind to; does she have an Oxford agenda?
Kennedy smiles wryly. Her chunky bangles clink as she puts her elbows on the table. “I like outcomes. This could be a challenge. I find that there’s something very satisfactory about completion – as a trial lawyer, that’s getting the verdict you fight for. When I chaired the Human Genetics Commission and the British Council I learned that it’s pointless sitting back. I brace myself.
“The core of my life is about justice. Justice and law. I’ve never had a narrow view of what that means – you can only talk about legal justice if you have a strong sense of social justice too. You can’t deliver one without contemplation of the other. I’ve always done other things to make me a better lawyer.
“It was education that changed my own life. The Helena Kennedy Foundation tries, I mean really tries, to open up education again for people who have been failed by the education system or their personal circumstances… And I think places like this, who do so much for access and outreach work, deserve advocates too.”
Kennedy has so much energy the space around her is electric; it’s exciting to imagine the effect she could have here, revitalising a student body jaded by cuts and fees and a government which ignores us.
She once said that voting is pointless; she tells me that no government will satisfy people. Yet Kennedy’s confidence in her ability to work within the system’s limits seems inexhaustible. She’s a positive person.
“Yes, I am actually, that’s true. It’s other people. I see so much good stuff.” Even in court? In rape and unlawful detainment and terrorism cases? “Yes. I’m always amazed by the emotional resources of the people I meet, the people I defend.”
She speaks of a new wave at Oxford, and the metaphor is appropriate. I can’t imagine anyone more capable at the helm of a college; it’s a dark sea, but if anyone can navigate it, she can.

So it was a rather pleasant surprise to get an email from Mansfield College asking to set up an interview. Baroness Helena Kennedy, QC, is technically an Oxford newbie – she asks me about “noughth week” and “plodge” – but she’s definitely not out of her depth.

Kennedy is an immensely impressive woman: it’s hard to believe one person can be so active in so many areas of public life. Human rights lawyer. Labour Peer. Chair of the Power Commission and Charter 88. Advisor to the World Bank Institute, chair and patron of dozens of charities (including her own), current affairs broadcaster – it goes on. Just reading her CV makes me feel tired.

Cross examining a QC is a daunting prospect. As is meeting a college Principal. Yet Kennedy is surprisingly easy to talk to – I’m immediately struck by how human she is. Her strong Glasgow accent and warm, direct gaze usher me straight from the office to the Principal’s lodgings for a cup of tea; she rather naturally takes over the conversation with the air of those who are used to their own authority.

‘I don’t think it’s a secret that Mansfield approached me for the position of Principal. It’s not the first time Oxbridge colleges have asked me to come on board but it is the first time it has fitted with the other parts of my life. I think there is a tide which is turning in the right direction and that’s why it is good for me to be here now.”

It’s odd to see someone usually pictured behind podiums or commanding Parliament busying herself around the kitchen in such a normal way. The beautiful house is still pretty bare, with cardboard moving boxes lining the walls. It has an air of expectancy. Why is she here? The freak October sunshine pours into the near empty room; Kennedy’s lime green dress seems suitably vibrant. It’s autumn, but it feels like spring – and at the start of the academic year, maybe it’s a pathetic fallacy. Kennedy certainly thinks so. “There’s a different cohort of people coming to be heads of house at Oxford. People like Will Hutton at Hertford, Hermione Lee, Mark Damazer – it’s a rather interesting spectrum of people.

‘Tim Gardam at St Anne’s was the first. This is a new generation, with very different views and experiences of things than the last generation of Principals, perhaps.”

The higher education sector doesn’t seem to me to be the rosiest place to be at the moment. But the smoothness of her voice, disciplined by years spent at the bar and with the BBC, has a self-assured tone, and I’m inclined to trust her. She says she sees herself as part of the early seventies generation – the original student activists. “Well, we’re not radicals. Maybe every so often there are always new waves, but I do think my appointment is indicative of change already happening.”

Kennedy, rather refreshingly, doesn’t downplay her achievement. She’s articulate and direct. “It’s important to feel OK about the person who looks back at you in the mirror,” she says, matter of factly. “Because of that, I’m a person who has been at the forefront of quite a lot of change and challenges to institutions.”

As a member of the House of Lords and QC you could say she’s definitely part of the system – but she’s not afraid of dissent. Kennedy has voted against her party more than any other Labour Peer; more than once she describes herself as doing ‘battle’ with government.

‘I’m afraid I wear it as a badge of honour. I know I was put into the House of Lords because I’m a human rights lawyer. One of them said to me, ‘we like your brand’, and I wanted to throw up on the carpet.

‘They liked my profile, the fact that I champion the disadvantaged. They wanted to harness that, but I couldn’t not vote against doing away with trial by jury, extending detentions without trial, all the civil liberties Blunkett was so happy to sign away.” She says that Mansfield, traditionally a college of nonconformists and dissenters, appealed for that very reason.

Kennedy does seem happy to be here. This is a woman who has a tendency to achieve what she sets her mind to; does she have an Oxford agenda?

Kennedy smiles wryly. Her chunky bangles clink as she puts her elbows on the table. “I like outcomes. This could be a challenge. I find that there’s something very satisfactory about completion – as a trial lawyer, that’s getting the verdict you fight for. When I chaired the Human Genetics Commission and the British Council I learned that it’s pointless sitting back. I brace myself.

‘The core of my life is about justice. Justice and law. I’ve never had a narrow view of what that means – you can only talk about legal justice if you have a strong sense of social justice too. You can’t deliver one without contemplation of the other. I’ve always done other things to make me a better lawyer.

‘It was education that changed my own life. The Helena Kennedy Foundation tries, I mean really tries, to open up education again for people who have been failed by the education system or their personal circumstances… And I think places like this, who do so much for access and outreach work, deserve advocates too.”

Kennedy has so much energy the space around her is electric; it’s exciting to imagine the effect she could have here, revitalising a student body jaded by cuts and fees and a government which ignores us.

She once said that voting is pointless; she tells me that no government will satisfy people. Yet Kennedy’s confidence in her ability to work within the system’s limits seems inexhaustible. She’s a positive person.

‘Yes, I am actually, that’s true. It’s other people. I see so much good stuff.” Even in court? In rape and unlawful detainment and terrorism cases? “Yes. I’m always amazed by the emotional resources of the people I meet, the people I defend.”

She speaks of a new wave at Oxford, and the metaphor is appropriate. I can’t imagine anyone more capable at the helm of a college; it’s a dark sea, but if anyone can navigate it, she can.

Liberal Democrat and Labour Conferences 2011

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Conferences are unparalleled opportunities for political parties to seize the headlines. However, this temptation has an ugly side. Politicians can lust after these headlines so much that they sacrifice their integrity and risk the public’s trust. 
The Labour conference succumbed to this. The opening announcement pledging to lower tuition fees to £6,000 set the tone. This policy was designed to grab headlines, but little else, since numerous observers pointed out such a policy would make no difference to the repayments of the poorest graduates. Instead it would typically benefit graduates aged 50 earning more than £72,000 a year. Defending this policy on the basis it would encourage more poor students to go to university in the first place seems flawed, especially when Labour has contributed so much to the confusion around tuition fees.
Ed Balls’ comments were also full of headline goodies. However, his big ‘five point plan’ failed to address its £20bn price tag. The purity of this announcement was also questionable since Balls said Labour wouldn’t be able to reverse all coalition cuts, a convenient way of not following through on unrealistic stands against cuts and for economic stimuli.
Similarly Ed Miliband’s speech contained plenty of cynical attention grabbing. His pledge to treat ‘good’ and ‘bad’ businesses differently seemed like a good idea to some and the beginning of Hayek’s Road to Serfdom to others. Regardless, whenever anyone actually asked what made a business good or bad no criteria were offered.
Even 16 year old Rory Weal’s speech was a gimmick, especially when it emerged that he was economical with the truth about his background. Notably his claim that he needed the EMA was dubious when he’s currently living in a £300,000 house. Overall the conference was an ill-judged attempt to grab headlines at the expense of integrity. This shows how far Labour has to go if it wants to be trusted as a responsible party again. 
In contrast I commend the Liberal Democrat conference for being unrelentingly dull. It was a conference devoid of big announcements. Only a couple of modest policies were unveiled. Even Nick Clegg’s speech focused on explaining his political philosophy rather than grandstanding.
It was so dull that journalists desperately attempted to whip up some controversy with baseless claims of unease in the coalition. Andrew Neil even argued with Vince Cable about chimney sweeps in his interview for lack of any other controversy. It seems the conferences where the Liberal Democrats would make big and sketchily funded policy announcements are over. This is a sensible road back towards the public’s trust.
In short, Labour used their conference cynically. Grandstanding and impossible promises are exactly what lead the public to distrust politicians. We should condemn Labour for using their conference to grab the headlines at the expense of integrity and prudence – two things they’ll need if they want to regain the government and the public’s trust in politics. In contrast we should applaud the Liberal Democrats for their sobriety. They’ve learnt their lesson regarding unrealistic promises. 

Conferences are unparalleled opportunities for political parties to seize the headlines. However, this temptation has an ugly side. Politicians can lust after these headlines so much that they sacrifice their integrity and risk the public’s trust. 

The Labour conference succumbed to this. The opening announcement pledging to lower tuition fees to £6,000 set the tone. This policy was designed to grab headlines, but little else, since numerous observers pointed out such a policy would make no difference to the repayments of the poorest graduates. Instead it would typically benefit graduates aged 50 earning more than £72,000 a year. Defending this policy on the basis it would encourage more poor students to go to university in the first place seems flawed, especially when Labour has contributed so much to the confusion around tuition fees.

Ed Balls’ comments were also full of headline goodies. However, his big ‘five point plan’ failed to address its £20bn price tag. The purity of this announcement was also questionable since Balls said Labour wouldn’t be able to reverse all coalition cuts, a convenient way of not following through on unrealistic stands against cuts and for economic stimuli.

Similarly Ed Miliband’s speech contained plenty of cynical attention grabbing. His pledge to treat ‘good’ and ‘bad’ businesses differently seemed like a good idea to some and the beginning of Hayek’s Road to Serfdom to others. Regardless, whenever anyone actually asked what made a business good or bad no criteria were offered.

Even 16 year old Rory Weal’s speech was a gimmick, especially when it emerged that he was economical with the truth about his background. Notably his claim that he needed the EMA was dubious when he’s currently living in a £300,000 house. Overall the conference was an ill-judged attempt to grab headlines at the expense of integrity. This shows how far Labour has to go if it wants to be trusted as a responsible party again. In contrast I commend the Liberal Democrat conference for being unrelentingly dull. It was a conference devoid of big announcements. Only a couple of modest policies were unveiled. Even Nick Clegg’s speech focused on explaining his political philosophy rather than grandstanding.

It was so dull that journalists desperately attempted to whip up some controversy with baseless claims of unease in the coalition. Andrew Neil even argued with Vince Cable about chimney sweeps in his interview for lack of any other controversy. It seems the conferences where the Liberal Democrats would make big and sketchily funded policy announcements are over. This is a sensible road back towards the public’s trust.

In short, Labour used their conference cynically. Grandstanding and impossible promises are exactly what lead the public to distrust politicians. We should condemn Labour for using their conference to grab the headlines at the expense of integrity and prudence – two things they’ll need if they want to regain the government and the public’s trust in politics. In contrast we should applaud the Liberal Democrats for their sobriety. They’ve learnt their lesson regarding unrealistic promises. 

 

Have they got news for you?

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The newspaper industry has been dying for a long time now, and everybody knows it. Everybody, apparently, except some members of the industry itself. Whilst the reasons behind said demise are undoubtedly diverse and intricate, a predominant cause is the web, and it is here that the industry has, shockingly, done its best to kill itself. It has given away its content online for free since day one, and when The Atlantic wrote an article pointing out this trend, warning of the future and even entertaining the eventual fall of the New York Times, the media’s reaction was hostile and dismissive. Page One seems to want to remind us of the fragility of the financial situation, but it doesn’t bother to bore us by wheeling out the numbers and emphasising the economics. The focus is instead on why – if the decline of the newspaper does continue, this would be a tragedy of revolutionary proportions first and foremost for democracy.

With the arrival of Twitter, Wikileaks, blogs and the web more generally it is easier than ever to distribute vital political information, and the temptation is high to casually conclude from this that the paper as a news source is increasingly being rendered obsolete. Where the industry itself commits the fallacy of thinking because newspapers shouldn’t die, they won’t, some make an even worse argument and suggest that they should fall because they are no longer needed. If there’s an intention to be identified that lies behind Page One’s variety of narrative arcs, it’s definitely a commitment to dispelling this dangerous myth once and for all. It may be the case that with the rise of the tablet computer newspapers will vanish, but this isn’t to say that the producers behind the traditional papers should or will also evaporate as news sources. 140 character tweets may be great, but imagine Twitter without links to lengthier, justificatory articles. Wikileaks may be able to share 150,000 cables without the need for a publisher playing middle man, but there’s little chance that the general public would be capable of digesting this heap of information were it not for the help of The New York Times and The Guardian.

And this is where the documentary’s real lesson lies: for all the changes that the media undergoes, one thing that cannot ever be altered is the fact that serious, salient journalism requires intensive investigations that are carried out by experts. We cannot possibly understand the Afghan situation on the ground without reporters actually flying out there, and whether such an operation is profitable or not, it is the likes of the New York Times that continues to set the agenda, to create the news. Page One‘s message is that without their work, our work as citizens is made impossible through an unacceptable lack of information.

I’m not sure how to consider the film stylistically, because with all due respect to the filmmakers and any artistic intentions they might have, they must know that it is the substance of their work that matters here. They don’t want you to leave praising the documentary. They want you to leave praising serious newspapers. It’s no exaggeration to say they are as crucial to the defence of liberty as the US Constitution. The best we can do is to keep on buying them, and hope the likes of Mr. Murdoch continue to kindly run these great institutions through cross-subsidisation. The future may be not-for-profit, but to see Page One is to see that money shouldn’t matter.

Autumn Releases

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That’s your lot, summer is over, and as you creep back to work and the nights grow long and cold, it’s easy to feel a little down. But fear not! Michaelmas heralds many new releases, and Cherwell has weeded out the best. Who needs to go outside anyway?
Anonymous
If you’re planning on attending the Union this term you may as well see director Roland Emmerich speak –  and what better preparation than his latest feature? Moving away from his usual disaster movie comfort zone, Emmerich questions the authorship of Shakespeare’s plays.
Johnny English Reborn
I must profess a certain weakness for the original Johnny English, hence the inclusion on this list of the remake. It won’t beat the original, but Rowan Atkinson is on board, which assures a certain level of quality in my book. The hapless spy returns from exile for more slapstick fun .
Tyrannosaur
This is actor Paddy Considine’s first writer/director credit, and looks set to be pretty harrowing, full of violence and domestic abuse. Peep Show’s Olivia Colman stars in an unusual straight role.
Puss in Boots
The only really decent thing to come out of the later Shrek films, Antonio Banderas’ ferocious feline finally gets his own vehicle. Expect celebrity cameos and pop-culture references galore.
A Very Harold and 
Kumar Christmas
The solid stoner comedy series gets a third outing, with Neil Patrick Harris mysteriously returning from the dead. Kal Penn and John Cho are reliable leads.
Melancholia
With the current furore over director Lars von Trier’s ‘Nazi’ comments at the Cannes festival, there’s more than one reason to take an interest in his latest film, which centres on two sisters’ attempts to come to terms with the oncoming apocalypse. 
We Need To Talk About Kevin
There’s a lot of buzz surrounding this release, which was highly praised at Cannes. Another grim one, it follows Tilda Swinton as the mother of a boy who massacres his schoolmates.
The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part One
The tremendously popular Stephenie Meyer adaptation begins to end – and Edward and Bella finally get it on!
Hugo
Partially intriguing just to see how Martin Scorcese handles a family film, Hugo centres on a young orphan boy living in a train station, and includes elements related to the foundation of cinema and a mysterious robot.

That’s your lot, summer is over, and as you creep back to work and the nights grow long and cold, it’s easy to feel a little down. But fear not! Michaelmas heralds many new releases, and Cherwell has weeded out the best. Who needs to go outside anyway?

Anonymous

If you’re planning on attending the Union this term you may as well see director Roland Emmerich speak –  and what better preparation than his latest feature? Moving away from his usual disaster movie comfort zone, Emmerich questions the authorship of Shakespeare’s plays.

Johnny English Reborn

I must profess a certain weakness for the original Johnny English, hence the inclusion on this list of the remake. It won’t beat the original, but Rowan Atkinson is on board, which assures a certain level of quality in my book. The hapless spy returns from exile for more slapstick fun.

Tyrannosaur

This is actor Paddy Considine’s first writer/director credit, and looks set to be pretty harrowing, full of violence and domestic abuse. Peep Show’s Olivia Colman stars in an unusual straight role.

Puss in Boots

The only really decent thing to come out of the later Shrek films, Antonio Banderas’ ferocious feline finally gets his own vehicle. Expect celebrity cameos and pop-culture references galore.

A Very Harold and Kumar Christmas

The solid stoner comedy series gets a third outing, with Neil Patrick Harris mysteriously returning from the dead and Kal Penn and John Cho as reliable leads.

Melancholia

With the current furore over director Lars von Trier’s ‘Nazi’ comments at the Cannes festival, there’s more than one reason to take an interest in his latest film, which centres on two sisters’ attempts to come to terms with the oncoming apocalypse. 

We Need To Talk About Kevin

There’s a lot of buzz surrounding this release, which was highly praised at Cannes. Another grim one, it follows Tilda Swinton as the mother of a boy who massacres his schoolmates.

The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part One

The tremendously popular Stephenie Meyer adaptation begins to end – and Edward and Bella finally get it on!

Hugo

Partially intriguing just to see how Martin Scorcese handles a family film, Hugo centres on a young orphan boy living in a train station, and includes elements related to the foundation of cinema and a mysterious robot.

 

Not History, Boys

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Films, like books, are great ways for us to learn life lessons – to learn not to judge people on first impressions, we only need to watch Forrest Gump. Similarly, if we want to know that great adversaries can be conquered, we don’t need to go through tough trials ourselves. We can sit back, relax, and watch others go through them in 127 Hours or The King’s Speech. Still, we should all be aware that some films reflect only the fantasy of the truth. One such film that may concern some of the freshers who have just started at Oxford is the popular adaptation of The History Boys.
The History Boys is written by Oxford graduate Alan Bennett and stars now-famous but then relatively unknown faces such as Dominic Cooper, Russell Tovey, and James Corden, along with old theatre favourite Richard Griffiths. The film’s plot follows a group of 6th form boys as they study for the Oxford entrance exam, and the relationships that they have with the various teachers trying to help them succeed. The script is both witty and intelligent, but may leave some viewers nervous: all these boys are able to speak French and quote great poets before they even set foot in any of the Oxford libraries.
Bennett is not the only writer guilty of romanticising Oxford to a point where it is hardly recognisable. The 2008 film Brideshead Revisited, based on the book by Evelyn Waugh, is another example of how stereotypes of Oxford have changed the way people perceive the university. This film is based around students in Hertford College and portrays Oxford as the playground for the rich and aristocratic, where they can spend time drinking and talking instead of doing any work.
The Oxford that is so often portrayed in mainstream culture is nothing more than a myth – don’t worry, freshers, the average Oxford student is more like something out of The Inbetweeners.

Films, like books, are great ways for us to learn life lessons – to learn not to judge people on first impressions, we only need to watch Forrest Gump. Similarly, if we want to know that great adversaries can be conquered, we don’t need to go through tough trials ourselves. We can sit back, relax, and watch others go through them in 127 Hours or The King’s Speech. Still, we should all be aware that some films reflect only the fantasy of the truth. One such film that may concern some of the freshers who have just started at Oxford is the popular adaptation of The History Boys.

The History Boys is written by Oxford graduate Alan Bennett and stars now-famous but then relatively unknown faces such as Dominic Cooper, Russell Tovey, and James Corden, along with old theatre favourite Richard Griffiths. The film’s plot follows a group of 6th form boys as they study for the Oxford entrance exam, and the relationships that they have with the various teachers trying to help them succeed. The script is both witty and intelligent, but may leave some viewers nervous: all these boys are able to speak French and quote great poets before they even set foot in any of the Oxford libraries.

Bennett is not the only writer guilty of romanticising Oxford to a point where it is hardly recognisable. The 2008 film Brideshead Revisited, based on the book by Evelyn Waugh, is another example of how stereotypes of Oxford have changed the way people perceive the university. This film is based around students in Hertford College and portrays Oxford as the playground for the rich and aristocratic, where they can spend time drinking and talking instead of doing any work.The Oxford that is so often portrayed in mainstream culture is nothing more than a myth – don’t worry, freshers, the average Oxford student is more like something out of The Inbetweeners.

Tailored to Perfection

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pon first viewing of the trailer for Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, I was filled with excitement at the potential that this film promised. With direction from Tomas Alfredson, director of Let the Right One In (the original version), and a talented cast, including the up and coming Tom Hardy, the superb Benedict Cumberbatch, Colin Firth, and of course Gary Oldman in the lead, there was no doubt that this film would impress on some level. 
This is an adaption of John Le Carré’s novel of the same name, having previously been adapted for television. It is set in the 1970s during the Cold War, focusing on the Circus (MI6), and the search for a mole within it. George Smiley (Oldman) is assigned to root out this mole, and the film follows his investigation. However, the plot goes into far more depth than this, interweaving various threads and set pieces that provide a diverse and expansive overview of the many  relationships and personalities within this story, covering various themes and issues amongst the characters that affect the film’s progression. 
The performances are impressive, with Oldman providing a fantastic rendition of the observant and perceptive Smiley, along with Hardy as the wild and more emotionally charged intelligence agent. 
The film is very conscious of its style, painted with dark, drab and decaying colours, symbolising the environment in which it is set, and adding a certain feel and intensity to the viewing. 
This film may be labelled slow-paced, and it is true that this is no standard action film, lacking the usually depicted lavish world of espionage that features high budget explosions and car chases. Instead, this is a grittier exploration of the secret services. Alfredson uses long shots to maintain the intensity throughout, and although at times it feels slightly self-indulgent, especially with the repetition of certain scenes, it is for the most part very successful, producing an almost hypnotic effect for the audience, heightening a feeling of anticipation. The non-linear storytelling and contrast between various aspects of the story are also refreshing, breaking up the focus on the web of intrigue by delving into the personal lives of each of the characters. 
It must be emphasised that Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy does not place all its importance upon its conclusion. Instead it is more focused on the progression of the various interweaving narratives that reveal insights into each of the characters and the dynamic of the Circus.  It is both an intelligent and stylish film which provides a satisfying and intricate story with many intriguing levels.

Upon first viewing of the trailer for Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, I was filled with excitement at the potential that this film promised. With direction from Tomas Alfredson, director of Let the Right One In (the original version), and a talented cast, including the up and coming Tom Hardy, the superb Benedict Cumberbatch, Colin Firth, and of course Gary Oldman in the lead, there was no doubt that this film would impress on some level. 

This is an adaption of John Le Carré’s novel of the same name, having previously been adapted for television. It is set in the 1970s during the Cold War, focusing on the Circus (MI6), and the search for a mole within it. George Smiley (Oldman) is assigned to root out this mole, and the film follows his investigation. However, the plot goes into far more depth than this, interweaving various threads and set pieces that provide a diverse and expansive overview of the many  relationships and personalities within this story, covering various themes and issues amongst the characters that affect the film’s progression. 

The performances are impressive, with Oldman providing a fantastic rendition of the observant and perceptive Smiley, along with Hardy as the wild and more emotionally charged intelligence agent. The film is very conscious of its style, painted with dark, drab and decaying colours, symbolising the environment in which it is set, and adding a certain feel and intensity to the viewing. 

This film may be labelled slow-paced, and it is true that this is no standard action film, lacking the usually depicted lavish world of espionage that features high budget explosions and car chases. Instead, this is a grittier exploration of the secret services. Alfredson uses long shots to maintain the intensity throughout, and although at times it feels slightly self-indulgent, especially with the repetition of certain scenes, it is for the most part very successful, producing an almost hypnotic effect for the audience, heightening a feeling of anticipation. The non-linear storytelling and contrast between various aspects of the story are also refreshing, breaking up the focus on the web of intrigue by delving into the personal lives of each of the characters. 

It must be emphasised that Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy does not place all its importance upon its conclusion. Instead it is more focused on the progression of the various interweaving narratives that reveal insights into each of the characters and the dynamic of the Circus.  It is both an intelligent and stylish film which provides a satisfying and intricate story with many intriguing levels.

First year, second time around

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You’re a fresher, but you’ve already been to university. You know how higher education works, but Oxford is a law unto itself. You and your peers account for about half of the University’s student population, but the spotlight isn’t really on you. Yup, like me, you’re a first year postgraduate, embarking on a second foray into university life. Perhaps you’re desperate to put off the real world a little bit longer, maybe your three or four years as an undergraduate didn’t quite quench your thirst for the student lifestyle, or perhaps you just can’t get enough of your subject. Whatever the reason, you’ve arrived in Oxford, feeling grown-up and seasoned like the existing postgraduates, yet at the same time trepidatious and uncertain like all the fresh- faced eighteen year olds unloading their lives onto the curtilage outside colleges across the city.

To be a postgraduate fresher is to be in an odd situation. We’re students, but often only for a year; we’re freshers with degrees; we’ve already experienced three or four years of higher education elsewhere, and have come back for more. It’s an interesting position from which to sit back and compare ‘normal’ university life to university life, Oxford style.

So how does it compare? Well, at my previous university, a left-wing 1960s institution, once you’d understood the difference between lectures, seminars and tutorials you had all the tools you needed to begin your university career. Upon registration at Oxford, I am presented with a vocabulary list. Little did I know, Oxford has its own language (and it’s not Latin!). Before I begin to tackle my reading list, I’ve to get to grips with the distinction between the Bod and the Rad Cam, the deans, the provosts and the proctors, and the all important difference between a bop and a ball. While I’m worrying about whether I’m accidentally going to park my battels on the curtilage, or trip up over the pronunciation of sub-fusc, I’m simultaneously trying to commit the order of Michaelmas, Hilary and Trinity to memory. I heave a sigh of relief when a panicked Google search reassures me I don’t need to know what mods, prelims and collections are. Life as a postgraduate is beginning to look increasingly attractive. I quickly learn that, no sooner have I hung up the cap and gown from my summer graduation ceremony, I’m excepted to don another gown for the scary-sounding Matriculation, which brings with its own mystifying set of terms to be memorised (and I’m still not quite sure what I’m supposed to do with the mortarboard).

Friends from my previous university are highly amused when I inform them that the gown donning does not end there. They picture me in a Batman-style cape as I sit down to dinner every night, and gape when I tell them that instead of pulling on jeans and rolling out of bed to line up outside the gym as we did for our Finals, sub-fusc and a flower is obligatory garb for Oxford students sitting papers in the dreaded Exam Schools. My friends trot out the obligatory comparisons to Harry Potter when I describe Formal Hall. I tell them not to be so crude as to reduce thousands of years of history and tradition to a twenty-first century juvenile novel, yet find I can’t resist the comparison myself when I first catch a glimpse of my college’s wood-panelled dining-hall, long benches stretching down to High Table. No more baked beans on toast or pasta with tomato sauce from a jar rustled up in a grubby student kitchen; here, postgraduates have to adapt to meals taken in the neo-gothic hall, paintings of solemn benefactors gazing down as grace is sung in Latin. This Hogwartian institution even has its own equivalent of He Who Shall Not Be Named: the Other Place, which shall not be named in this article, because you all know exactly what I’m talking about.

As I thread my way through the city’s ancient streets, I keep hallucinating I’ve seen Sebastian toting his teddy bear or young wizards in flowing robes. It seems a complete collection of clichés associated with Oxford have been firmly imprinted on my mind. The initial experience of a postgraduate fresher at Oxford does not cease to be surreal. A last-minute flick through the postgraduate prospectus before going up, and my eye is drawn to the list of colleges and their attendant descriptions. ‘All Souls’, the prospectus reads, is special among Oxford colleges because it admits neither graduates nor undergraduates. Apparently it’s self-explanatory, for the description ends there. Who, or what, are they, these souls who make up this mysterious college? Ghosts? Monks? Some sort of secret society? And what’s this I’ve heard about a silver Marmite lid? Just another example of the uncertainties encountered when making the transition from ordinary undergraduate to Oxford student.

Initial impressions of this surreal adventure on which I am about to embark are coupled with feelings of apprehension. I am daunted about walking in the footsteps of such illustrious alumni, about treading Oxford’s hallowed hallways and meandering through the city of dreaming spires on my way to a lecture delivered by a world-renowned academic. I wonder what on earth I can write in an essay or my thesis which will possibly impress somebody who lectures at Oxford. I ask myself whether originally hailing from a state comprehensive in Essex (it’s not as bad as it sounds!) means I just won’t fit in. I may be joining the ranks of the grown- up graduate students, but I’m still a small fish in a big, erudite pond.

In the weeks leading up to my arrival, I continue to discover the University’s quirks that Oxford undergraduates may take for granted, but which for me, having had somewhere to compare my Oxford experience to, seem quaint, arcane, baffling or just plain bizarre. For example, my college is considered fairly modern by Oxford standards but is almost a century older than my alma mater (The Latin’s coming along!) I am amused to learn that Magdalen College has its own herd of deer, and marvel at the fact that some colleges are still solely inhabited by monks. I am particularly excited to learn that some colleges have their own wood-panelled wine cellars; it’s certainly one step up from the sticky collection of half-finished bottles of spirits decorating the kitchen counters of other student residences up and down the land … although I am under no illusions that Oxford students don’t also have their own fair share of vodka bottles! I can only imagine how bewildering the whole adventure must be for the international postgraduates with little previous experience of British life, let alone Oxford University life. This is eccentric English tradition at its best. Never has the phrase ‘weird and wonderful’ been more apt.

No doubt I’m extremely biased, but I can’t see there is any better place to be a postgraduate than Oxford. Being at a collegiate university means there’s a ready-made graduate community, set up and waiting to meet me before I even arrive. Welcoming and reassuring, it’s a warm contrast to the stories of postgraduate friends in London, left very much to their own devices, existing as a separate entity on the fringes of their University’s student body. I’m struck by how involved a postgraduate can become in college societies and University life. I’ve only just come up and I’ve already packed my diary with things to do, see and sign up to. Somehow, somewhere, in the midst of socialising, volunteering, society-attending, article-writing and theatre-going, I must find time to squeeze in a degree. In a heady state, almost drunk with excitement at the thought of being able to plonk myself down and listen to any lecture in any subject (because I am just that cool), I have booked, double-booked and re-booked myself, filling my timetable with society meetings, social events and lectures that are not even my own.

Perhaps the very best thing about upgrading to Oxford is the chance to be surrounded by like-minded geeks. I only wish I was studying here for three whole years, rather than just one. The DPhil beckons.

The hostess with the mostest

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“I think I went native very quickly because I was so young, at fifteen you just want to be like everyone else”. Meeting Sayuki, the first white geisha, one imagines that this desire to be included that she experienced as the young Fiona Graham on a school exchange from Melbourne must now seem wistfully simple. Sayuki, whose name means “transparent happiness”, has since been defined by the contrasts of a western childhood and subsequent Japanese immersion. Even at fifteen, she was experiencing a pull in two directions: “I went back to Australia for nearly a year, and I think if I’d been there a little bit longer, I would have settled back, but it wasn’t quite long enough. I came back to Japan… and that kind of set the scene for the next ten years”.

Speaking in English, Sayuki retains the faint accent of her home country, but even in speaking there are hints of the “flower and willow world” in which she moves. The female geisha voice is typically high and tinny but, mixed with the antipodean, Sayuki comes across as softly-spoken and with a controlled intelligence. This is no wonder, given that Sayuki not only attended Tokyo’s prestigious Keio University as an undergraduate, but also received an MBA and PhD in Social Anthropology from Oxford. She gives me the facts, but in typical geisha fashion modestly downplays their importance: “I’m the first geisha with an MBA, which the Nikkei newspaper loves to report on”. Sayuki’s modesty seems to spring from a Western sense of the ironic, as she remarks, “I may be the first geisha who has lectured on geisha at university”.

Yet this academic background is not such an advantage, says Sayuki, if one is aware of the variety within the geisha world. “Every geisha has a different skill set. Geisha are entertainers, so you have incredible artists, or you have geisha who are very funny, or geisha who are very smart and able to debate with customers. You have every kind of geisha and that’s why banquets are so fascinating and geisha are fascinating people”. However, she doesn’t feel that a similar variety in the nationality of clients affects their initial experience of a banquet. “First timers to the geisha world see things a little bit differently from very regular customers, who might be au fait with the whole cultural side of it. The one thing about being a foreigner and a geisha is that having me at a banquet is a very different experience from having Japanese geisha and a translator. It’s been really wonderful for me to be able to let foreigners have the real banquet experience that first-time Japanese will be getting as well”. Aside from catering for the usual customers, she delivers educational banquets for visiting students and their teachers, attends ex-pat cocktail parties, and even works with other geisha at trade shows. “A geisha has to be able to entertain in any situation. You have to be flexible and be able to perform a piece at very short notice with new people, which takes some co-ordination. Going to a banquet is like going on stage”. As with any performer, there is heavy practice involved: “geisha means artist, and geisha train their whole lives long”. Sayuki’s stories of her tea-house training, having to sit cross-legged before serving from the tray in her hands, would put a silver-service waiter to shame. Moreover, Sayuki was given permission by her flute teacher in Asakusa to study separately from the other geisha under a teacher at Tokyo’s top music university – Geidai – so she could prepare for their entrance exam.

Despite the rigour still required at home, Sayuki endeavours to adapt her profession abroad. “I try to get called as a geisha to as many countries as possible, and especially want to welcome invitations for myself and my geisha sisters. The first geisha to travel overseas [Sadayakko, ex-geisha and actress in a touring theatre group, went to the 1900 Exposition Universelle] was an incredible hit. Geisha haven’t travelled as much after World War II, but I really very much enjoy being able to play a role as a cultural ambassador”. Nevertheless, her planned appearance at the Oxford Union might be a slightly nostalgic ambassadorial appearance from Sayuki, especially when a mention of the Oxford “brand” in Japan generates instant recognition and an enthusiastic response. “After spending ten years consecutively in Japan as a teenager I was in dire need of re-socialization into the Anglo-Saxon world, and Oxford was wonderful for me; it was the perfect place to go. It’s not like the geisha world, but it’s a very aesthetic beautiful world, and you can have a very beautiful lifestyle in Oxford as well”.

The prospect of geisha travel has more serious consequences for the sustainability of the profession. It signifies increased visibility, and increased communication, something which Sayuki started to fully understand the necessity of after travelling to most of the geisha districts around Japan. Of these districts, she believes, “probably around a third will have disappeared forever within the next ten to fifteen years”. Perhaps here, most of all, Sayuki’s academia can be put to use, “The crucial question for any traditional culture is to survive in the modern age. It’s because you modernise your business methods that you are able to retain the traditional content (without altering or cheapening it). The geisha heyday was in the 1920s, when they were the face of Shiseido cosmetics or the face of Asahi beer, and if a junior high school student had a picture in his wallet of a girl, it was likely to be a famous geisha. I think it’s unfortunate; post-war, the geisha world became lower profile in many ways. Geisha are appearing in commercials sometimes, and as long as it’s good for the geisha image, it’s an example of keeping up with the modern world.”

“I haven’t really done anything radical…I haven’t really done anything that no other geisha has ever done before. Other geisha have been in the media, other geisha have used social media, and had their own businesses, together with being a geisha. When I began a new project, in retail or media, it was never without the prior permission of my geisha mother and the geisha office. One precedent that I would like to set is to be involved in commercial sponsorship, and the reason for that is that I think that is one way ahead for geisha in the future. This year has seen Kabuki actors appearing in McDonalds adverts.” She warns against the government funding that has been granted to some geisha in the past, labelling it as unsustainable and offering a false security, liable to come crashing down with a change of government agenda. It is this belief in the value of personal potential, and the individual’s own right to control it, that can be seen in Sayuki’s current project to run an internship program to help aspiring geisha manage financially in the costly early years upon entering the profession, which will run through the kimono shop that Sayuki has recently opened.

Clearly for Sayuki, she remains very much an interested party in the current and future fortunes of the geisha world. This sort of personal investment has gone a long way further than just making a documentary, which was the original reason she became involved with geisha, thanks to the contact granted her by fellow alumni at Keio. Sayuki was affiliated to the Asakusa district until March this year, when she applied to have her own geisha house. This is normally allowed after four years of being a geisha, but the Asakusa Assocation decided that they would not allow a foreigner to do this. Sayuki is now working as a geisha independently. She may carry the label of “first western geisha”, and court the publicity which it brings, but the increased need for adaption which it requires is simply an extension of pure tradition. “If I have the ability to do anything to positively contribute towards retaining this beautiful culture, I would certainly like to do so”, says Sayuki, and though conceivably she might first have said this as an aspiring filmmaker, upon starting the documentary, it rings much truer now.