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Cherwell Music presents Mixer: September 2011

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So, this is it. Either you’re trudging back to the academic coalface, or you’re about to embark on the degree of your choice – but not before getting very drunk and covered in foam, UV paint, vomit, or all three. Let Cherwell Music lighten things up a little with the last of our summer monthly playlists, plucking the best new tracks from the tree of September 2011 and bringing them to you in a hand-woven audiobasket (or something like that). We’ve got something for you whether you’re into Girls or you prefer The Men, as well as new sounds from Damon Albarn and Wild Beasts.

Plug it in, turn it up, enjoy – and when you’re done stick around, because throughout Michaelmas we’ll be bringing you a weekly Mixer, featuring the very best new music as well as mining the last fifty years or so.

 
 

Jens Lekman – An Argument with Myself

Effortlessly talented Swedish popsmith Jens Lekman returns after a four-year disappearance with this month’s delightful EP, An Argument with Myself, prelude to a full-length due later in the year. This self-titled opener is a flawlessly crafted Afro-Caribbean tune, littered with Lekman’s witty exchanges (with himself) and sociological observations of his adopted hometown of Melbourne.

The Men – Bataille

Leave Home, a breathtakingly produced album recorded straight to tape, is Brooklyn punk quartet The Men’s noise-drenched ode to the bygone era when abrasive indie rock (the fanzine and basement show kind) still pushed the boundaries. Of all the musical eras to revisit, the heyday of Sonic Youth and Hüsker Dü is surely ripe for borrowing.

Wild Beasts – Thankless Thing

Smother, the third LP from Kendal’s flamboyant quartet Wild Beasts, was rather unfairly overlooked this year. Perhaps they should have included ‘Thankless Thing’, the excellent B-side from to-be single ‘Reach a Bit Further’, featuring their famously pitch-perfect instrumentation and the falsetto croon of co-vocalist Hayden Thorpe.

Jonquil – Mexico

Released just over a month ago, Jonquil’s latest single ‘Mexico’ has made the already agonising wait for the band’s upcoming album nigh on unbearable. Combining the soaring melodic sensibility of Animal Collective’s ‘My Girls’ with the sunny guitar jangle of Vampire Weekend, ‘Mexico’ is a joy to listen to from start to finish and sets a new high-water mark for a band that seems to grow in stature with every release.

Summer Camp – Better Off Without You

Although it came a little late in the season, this is a serious contender for the year’s best summer single. It’s got it all: the sound, the hook, the John Hughes-esque teenage drama. Elizabeth Warmley’s voice is oh-so-satisfyingly derisory as she tells an imaginary jilted ex-lover that ‘if you said you’re never calling back, I’d be so happy’. Don’t miss the London duo at the Jericho on November 15th.

Ford & Lopatin – Too Much MIDI (Please Forgive Me)

Hype bands du jour love to dabble in 80s synth, but remain aloof, for aesthetic and nostalgic (or indeed ironic) effect, from its cheesy potential. Brooklyn duo Ford & Lopatin (formerly known as Games), to their credit, dive right in. ‘No more lo-fi’, sung on standout single ‘Too Much MIDI’, sounds like a battle cry.

Daily Bread – Volume

Michigan-native producer Apollo Brown is in high demand these days, providing the backings to the stars (Black Milk, Danny Brown) of an increasingly dominant underground Detroit scene, but he still finds the time for his own projects. Daily Bread finds him collaboration with New York’s Hassaan Mackey, with throwback party track ‘Volume’ an obvious standout.

Love Inks – Rock On 

Love Inks breathe new life into this minimalistic cover of the 1973 glam hit by David Essex (last seen playing Eddie Moon on Eastenders) with some drifting vocals and barely-there guitar, all tied together with lopsided funk bass.

DRC Music feat. Tout Puissant Mukalo and Nelly Liyemge – Hallo

Damon Albarn does pretty much anything he wants to these days. Fresh off the global success of Plastic Beach, Albarn spent a week Kinshasa, Congo, to record an album with the newly established DRC Music collective. Featuring such high-profile collaborators as Dan the Automator, Kwes, and Oxford’s very own Totally Extinct Enormous Dinosaurs, the album’s teasers, including ‘Hallo’, are raising quite a few eyebrows.

St. Vincent – Cruel

One of the more straightforward cuts off her latest album Strange Mercy, ‘Cruel’ proves that Annie Clark (a.k.a. St. Vincent) can pen as striking a pop melody as the next indie fan-boy’s heart throb.

Little Roy – Lithium

Did you ever think, ‘I love Nirvana, but I wish they were just more reggae’? Us neither, but luckily Kingston roots legend Little Roy, celebrating the twentieth birthday of that record with the baby on it, did – and this is what happened. It’s pretty good, actually.

The Doppelgangaz – Doppel Gospel

Not much is known about emergent New York outer-borough duo Doppelgangaz, except that they’re preternatural producers, and they favour capes. ‘Doppel Gospel’ is at once soul-inflected and brooding, bringing a welcome dark edge to classic boom-bap construction without ever straying into exaggerated horrorcore.

Blouse Into Black

Oregon duo Blouse, recently signed to Brooklyn’s Captured Tracks, sound a lot like pretty much everyone else out there: borrowed nostalgia, breathy vocals, moody synths, feigned aloofness, and dollops of reverb. The difference is they do it better than almost anyone else.

Veronica Falls – The Fountain

Veronica Falls might be dismissed as mere C86 revalists, were it not for the excellent songwriting and the immediacy of their post-punk-tinged and vocal-layered tracks. ‘The Fountain’ is a case in point, its spooky lyrics offsetting those delightfully jangly guitars.

Girls – Honey Bunny

Written by Christopher Owens of Girls whilst singing into his mobile phone on his birthday, ‘Honey Bunny’ certainly doesn’t sound like a track that has been obsessively composed. Spontaneity is the name of the game here but, as Owens sings “they don’t like my boney body, they don’t like my dirty hair” over twanging 60s guitars, what the song lacks in depth it more than compensates for with Orange Juice-style charm.

Trophy Wife – Wolf

On October 17th, Oxford-based trio Trophy Wife release their debut EP BRUXISM. Produced by Yannis Philippakis of Foals, this brooding track finds the band exploring new territory away from the bright sheen of their indie-disco beginnings and serves as a brilliantly haunting end to the record.

Mixer: September 2011 is also available on Spotify – click here to load the playlist.

Uganda right now

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New Hub for Oxford Volunteering

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The Oxford Hub’s new building on Turl Street was officially opened by the Vice-Chancellor last Thursday to become “the home of student volunteering in the city”. Over 800 Oxford students a week volunteer through the organisation making it one of the largest student volunteering centres in the country.

The million-pound facility features the brand new Turl Street Kitchen, which serves ethically-sourced and sustainable produce.

According to the the Oxford Hub, “The menu at TSK will be short and sweet, changing daily to minimise waste and to accommodate our commitment to fresh, seasonal produce. You don’t need to think twice about what’s on your plate here – a community effort goes into every mouthful.” 

Hannah Martin, Community and Venue Manager, told Cherwell, ‘We’re all really excited to open up the Turl Street Kitchen and the Oxford Hub to students and the local community. I think Oxford Hub and hundreds of student volunteers have already been making a huge difference to the local community by working with diverse and amazing community partners on lots of projects.’

In the evenings the kitchen transforms into a bar, open until midnight or later every night, whose range of eclectic offerings includes artisanal new-school gin and vodka, as well as local lagers.

The building also contains meeting rooms, events spaces, a resource centre, offices for student-facing charities and a centre for social enterprise.

‘A lot of people have put a lot of work into preparing this new space to encourage student civic engagement. We’re thrilled to now be up and running and ready for the new term. We hope that students, members of the university and local residents alike will use and enjoy the space
for many years to come,’ said Adam O’Boyle, who helped found the Oxford Hub in 2007.

The Oxford Hub’s initial aim was to encourage student volunteering around the city. It has since grown into a national organisation, Student Hubs, with centres in Bristol, Southampton and Cambridge.

The Oxford Hub now connects hundreds of students to volunteering opportunities with 35 Oxfordshire-based charities, while Student Hubs currently helps 15,000 students around the country to get involved with their communities.

Trisha Soneji, a second-year student who has volunteered through the Hub before, stated, ‘The Oxford Hub provides great opportunities for students to volunteer and contribute, whatever their interests. This new building should definitely help more people get involved.’

Speaking at the new centre’s opening, Vice-Chancellor Andrew Hamilton said, “Student Hubs is a forward-thinking charity which has worked for a number of years to increase student engagement in social action. Their vision for this social enterprise is both innovative and extraordinary and I look forward to seeing it flourish in years to come.”

To encourage students to visit, the venue will host a Hub House Party on Wednesday of 1st week to welcome students back to uni and vouchers will be given out at Fresher’s Fair for free hot drinks from the Turl Street Kitchen.

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Raw Digs at Straw Dogs

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I do not profess much technical knowledge over the art of film, but being a journo hack and having spent a portion of my summer on Hollywood Blvd it seems fitting that I try my hand at writing something that roughly resembles a review. My victim of choosing is mere happenstance, as I fully intended to donate my free half-day in submission to the relentless ad campaign of the newly released Contagion, however for reasons of partial intrigue and partial laziness (Contagion would’ve entailed a two hour wait) I decided to see Rod Lurie’s remake of the 1971 classic Straw Dogs.

As I walked into the film, however, I knew nothing of Rod Lurie, nor of Straw Dogs (save the trailer) and I certainly knew nothing of the celebrated 1971 original. As I mentioned, I went to see the film almost completely unintentionally and I feel that I was subsequently in a most advantageous position not often afforded to the modern-day film critic; that of one with a light heart and an open mind.

(Indeed, I had no idea that I would be writing this review either.)

The film is wonderfully shot from the outset, showing Blackwater, Missisippi in all its parochial glory. The still shots of nature are luscious to behold and a marvel for the viewer – a brief window into the (largely) peaceful world of the deer in the enchanting forests. Lurie makes an excellent contrast between the vivid beauty of the woodlands and the underlying tension that leads the film to its explosive climax. Accentuated by the heavy silences and leaving the imagination to run free into a world of horrific trepidation, the plot incubates a foreboding that lurks in the shadows from the very outset of the film, slowly taking shape as the events begin to unfold that lead to a gruesome but yet unknown ending.

It is one of those plots that performs a double-feat of storytelling mastery – on one count by leaving you at every juncture screaming inwardly at the characters not to make the choices that creep them slowly, inevitably, towards the horrific climax, imploring fate to give the characters the happy ending that your morality craves. And yet morbid curiosity keeps you transfixed, encapsulated by the ignorant & bullish traits inherent in human nature, goading them further forward into the morass of miscommunicated hell.

On the other hand, whilst you know from the outset that affairs will not end well for at least some of the characters (and even have some prescient predictions during the film), Gordon Williams (writer of the novel The Siege of Trencher’s Farm that inspired Straw Dogs) keeps you guessing until the last moment of the exact way in which the proverbial s*** will hit the fan.

For a film so horrifically portrayed in the trailer, it is remarkable how rarely the concept of evil rears its head in the film itself. This makes the gut-churning morbidity all the more painful – that the ensuing chaos is all the result of a few staunch redneck values, chronic miscommunication and an unfortunate culture clash.

The film has not been received particularly well by critics, denounced as a shoddy remake of a solid chapter in the history of film. Mote though it may be in the eye of Sam Peckinpah’s classic, as a first-time viewer with no prior experience of the original I think it’s treatment has been unfair to say the least. It is a feast for the eyes and the ears, wraps up a number of nice metaphors and parallels (eg. Of Mice and Men, The Notebook) seamlessly into the plot without seeming cumbersome or forced, and has at its core a fine story that is told very well. It may not be genius, but I applaud Straw Dogs for leaving me feeling entertained enough to write a review of my own volition. And in these times when we are quick to criticise but slow to praise, that is a delightful rarity.

From Merseyside to Munich

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Keegan, Lineker, Lambert, Platt and Waddle. Now you can add the name Jennings to that prestigious – albeit brief – list of British footballers that have broken away from home comforts and tried their luck abroad in European football. His move – unforeseen by many in English football circles – comes at a crucial stage in his development both as a player and a person and unlike his predecessors, Jennings’ journey from Prenton Park to the Allianz Arena has been nothing short of intriguing.

Jennings’ career has, up till now, been far from straightforward. Within the space of a mere three years, the Merseyside-born striker witnessed the inspiring surroundings of Anfield and Goodison Park as a teenager trainee, only to have to seek an alternative route to the highest echelon of English football via the Lower Leagues having been turned down by both clubs. Rejection came as a bitter blow however an opportunity to rekindle his career was afforded to him by Npower Football League One side Tranmere Rovers. During his three-year spell at Prenton Park, Jennings shot to prominence under the gaze of manager-come-physio Les Parry, breaking into the first-team set-up and in the process producing a number of eye-catching displays to alert top-flights clubs across Europe – chief amongst them FC Bayern Munich.

Rather surprisingly, Die Bayern have no dedicated scouting network in England to monitor the Barclays Premier League. Therefore, it is even more surprising that the club, who were originally casting an eye over the Everton left-back Leighton Baines, should be drawn towards the attention of a teenager in Npower Football League One. So what did former FC Bayern Munich midfielder now General Manager Christian Nerlinger, see in the relatively unknown Jennings? What Nerlinger would have gathered from watching the 2011 Npower Football League One Apprentice of the Year was both his versatility and very direct style of play. In his thirty appearances with The Super Whites, Jennings was capable of playing on the flanks or as a central striker. Moreover, his sharp turn of pace, fearlessness in taking on defenders with his trickery and his low centre of gravity made him difficult to defend against.

All these attributes made him an attractive proposition for a club renowned in European football for producing and developing promising young footballers. Indeed, one only has to look at the current crop of FC Bayern Munich players to see proof of this. Defenders Holger Badstuber and current club and national team captain Phillip Lahm, midfielder Toni Kroos and striker Thomas Müller are all products of the youth system at the club and a part of the German national team set-up under coach Joachim Löw. More significantly, this trend is being replicated by a host of others German clubs, namely Borussia Dortmund who’ve produced current German national team defenders Mats Hummels and Marcel Schmelzer as well as midfield sensation Mario Götze.

Both examples will serve to reassure those doubters who voiced their concern over the timing of Jennings’ move to the current Bundesliga leaders. Whilst it is their belief that a move of this proportion is too early in his career and that it would perhaps be better for the young striker to continue his development at Prenton Park, the reality is that that when a club of the stature of FC Bayern Munich come calling the opportunity cannot be knocked back. If anything, it will open up the young Merseysider to a new way of life, an alternative approach to football and perhaps more importantly, allow him to develop away from the pressure of the English media who unfortunately too often pride themselves on building up talented youngsters and then cruelly shooting them down. Nevertheless, the call of England will never be too far away.

Despite his surprising move to the German capital, Jennings will continue to be on the radar of the Football Association who see the youngster as a potential England international star of the future. The FA alongside England Under-21 manager Stuart Pearce will be liaising closely with representatives from the Bavarian club to monitor his progress. The same will undoubtedly be done for the current England Under-21 utility man and captain Michael Mancienne who followed in the footsteps of Jennings in moving to Germany this summer, joining Hamburg SV from Chelsea. The example of Owen Hargreaves, who began his career at Bayern and spent ten seasons at the club, will provide comfort for both players in knowing that playing abroad will not hinder eithers chances of playing for the national team.

Nerlinger has stated that Jennings will begin his career in Germany at FC Bayern Munich II and that his progression towards consideration for a place in the first-team squad will be dependent upon his progress at Kleine Bayern. He will undoubtedly look at the examples of Holger Badstuber, Toni Kroos and Thomas Müller who, in recent years, all trod a similar path, for inspiration. In the short-term, at least, Jennings will be aiming to help FC Bayern Munich’s second team seek a swift return to the more challenging 3rd Liga from the fourth tier of German football, the Regionalliga Süd.

Few could’ve predicted the remarkable set of events that have occurred in the life of Dale Jennings. Whilst his move abroad represents a risk, Jennings has made a bold decision to escape an acceptance of Lower League insularity and instead embark upon a European adventure. Perhaps more players should challenge themselves and take a similar leap of faith into the unknown.

Twitter: @aleksklosok

Union Secretary off the hook

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Miles Coates has been cleared to sit as Secretary of the Oxford Union in Michaelmas Term after an official report judged an attempt to dislodge him as an abuse of Union rules and a waste of members’ subscription fees.

The Worcester College student was elected to the position of Secretary in Trinity Term’s elections, beating Melanie Pope and Daniel Alphonsus. However after this result a complaint of electoral malpractice was brought against Coates by Alphonsus. In the resulting tribunal Coates was found guilty and was punished by being deposed as Secretary, disqualified from future Union elections and fined £500.

Coates was initially found guilty of rule 33(a)(i)(24), which concerns ‘taking part in a conspiracy’ to commit electoral malpractice. The Society’s Appellate Board has now quashed this original verdict. A new electoral tribunal was ordered, but the time limit for this to take place in has elapsed.

The Board’s report suspects that the complaint brought about by Alphonsus may be a case of ‘fishing’. This is an underhand practice in which members make vague accusations of electoral malpractice in order to buy themselves time to collect evidence to make more substantive accusations.

The report states that the Board ‘deplores this approach’ which is an ‘abuse of process and wasting of the Union’s time’. One piece of evidence submitted to the original tribunal was a voice recording of a conversation between Alphonsus, Coates and main witness Rahul Ahluwalia in the lunch room of Brasenose College three days before the June election. A video clip and a transcript of a Blackberry messenger conversation were also submitted.

Under questioning from the original tribunal Ahluwalia claimed to have made covert recordings of a variety of conversations including this one. He said he did this simply because he ‘wished to listen to them again’. The tribunal was critical of the testimony of this ‘evasive witness’, and declared that ‘Mr Ahluwalia had set out to entrap the defendant, but had gone about this in such an incompetent fashion that he had in fact produced evidence that might incriminate him [Ahluwalia].’

The original report was similarly scathing about the conduct of Alphonsus, remarking ‘frankly, we should have had some difficulty accepting the Complainant’s evidence to us [even] were it not for the bumbling and shambolic fashion in which he had submitted his complaint.’

The Secretary’s job is to take minutes at public business meetings as well as organise the Union’s termly ball. Coates is now at work arranging a ‘New York, New York’ themed event. The third year law student will sit in the chamber next term alongside President Izzy Westbury, Librarian Izzy Ernst and Treasurer James Freeland.

Westbury commented, ‘I’m incredibly relieved that all of this mess is now over. It’s always a shame when the Union gets entangled in expensive shenanigans that detract from what the society is really about. Now we can finally move on and look forward to what will hopefully be a great term ahead. I have every confidence in Miles that he will do a superb job, and I’m certainly looking forward to the ball he’s now in the middle of organising!’

Union sources estimate that the initial tribunal and subsequent meeting of the Appellate Board have cost members around £1000.

A stranger close to home

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A road trip of Ireland is something that I had been planning to do for years. Yet lured away to foreign shores year after year with the promise of uninterrupted sunshine, I had never made much of an effort to make it a reality. Finally, the embarrassment of people exclaiming things like, ‘You’re from Ireland? Oh, isn’t the ring of Kerry so beautiful?’ and me having to admit that I had never seen most of the things on my own doorstep, drove me to put my plan into action. It was settled; summer 2011 was going to be the year of the low-cost, local holiday. I bought a camping kettle, dug the old Duke of Ed tent out of the roof space, and recruited a travelling companion. Our aim: to drive down the east coast of Ireland taking in as much scenery as possible along the way, and hopefully to have some of that elusive ‘craic’ that everyone keeps talking about. What could possibly go wrong?

Day one of our road trip was mercifully dry and bright. We loaded up the car, programmed our destination into the sat nav, and set off. Our first port of call was obvious: Dublin. It boasts lively theatre and music scenes, and its streets are steeped in history (the bullet holes from the Easter Rising are still visible on Dublin’s General Post Office). Although admittedly its main shopping streets have fallen prey to the usual chain stores, there are plenty of departures from globalization. We were surprised by the sheer concentration of so many great buskers in such a small area. There seemed to be a different kind of live music going on around every corner, from celtic groups to talented classical musicians, to pop and rock bands, many of them drawing large crowds.

Along the way, we stumbled across one of Dublin’s larger parks, St. Stephen’s Green. It’s filled with statues of some of Ireland’s literary and historical greats, including W. B. Yeats, James Joyce, and Wolfe Tone. Despite the memorial aspect, it was a great place for a leisurely wander since the atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant, with people lounging everywhere on the grass. After a few hours of exploring, we had to leave Dublin behind and to head for our camp site.

Apparently it’s a long way to Tipperary, but I think that depends on where you start. If you’re coming from Dublin, it takes less than two hours. The roads down the east coast of Ireland are surprisingly good, with new motorway making the journey a lot easier than expected. The difficulty came in finding the camp site. Sat navs become a bit redundant when you’re trundling down unnamed country lanes looking for a particular field a few miles away from civilization, and the problem is compounded by the fact that addresses in the south of Ireland don’t have postcodes. If it hadn’t been for a chance encounter with a helpful local woman out riding her horse, I don’t think we’d have found it at all.

However, the uniqueness of our camp site, ‘The Apple Farm’, made it worth the extra trouble. As the name suggests, it was set on a small family fruit farm and the facilities were even built into an apple storage barn. We were attracted to it by the low price and the offer of a complimentary bottle of the farm’s award-winning apple juice on arrival. Ours didn’t take long to disappear, and really brightened up our slightly pathetic dinner of instant noodles. That evening, a bus load of tourists from the Czech Republic appeared, complete with guitar, and started a very enthusiastic jamming session in the apple barn. I had certainly never planned that my exploration of Ireland would include a late night conga line in an orchard to Czech traditional music, but somehow it did.

Having managed to get the tent up with little hassle, and the first night passing with no leakages, we congratulated ourselves on having come up with an easy way of touring the country on a student budget. This camping lark was a great idea. The next morning, buoyed up by our incident-free stay, we packed up our tent and started on the next leg of our journey; Co. Cork.

Cork is a rather beautiful city, with a pleasing blend of both modern and traditional. What drew us there was its reputation as ‘food capital of Ireland’. We stopped to have lunch at its ‘English Market’; rather like a bigger version of the Covered Market, and even more foodie. It’s been there since the eighteenth century serving the people of Cork with the best fresh produce. It served us with a very delicious take on a cheese toastie, made all the more exciting by our seat up in the wooden rafters with a great view of the food vendors down below.

Not long after our arrival in Cork, the heavens opened. Rained out of the city centre, we headed for the car and our next camp site, one we had picked out on the coast at Bantry Bay. Bereft of motorways, it took a long time to make the hundred kilometer or so journey to rural West Cork. We refused to concede defeat on the camping front; despite the driving rain, we had decided to do this the hardcore way. We booked in at camp reception, which turned out to be a small pub where everyone was speaking Gaelic, and had a few drinks. What followed was one of the most miserable nights of vacationing I can remember.

By the time we set up camp, we discovered that both our tent door and my sleeping bag had broken zips, rendering them un-shuttable. We had to curl up into a tight ball to prevent our head or toes touching the inner lining of the tent for fear of leakage, and our clothes and shoes were completely waterlogged. Next morning, putting on our wet and muddy boots, we wondered how long one had to live like this before developing trenchfoot.

Not even this could dampen my excitement about what we had planned for that day; the whole reason we had come to Cork in the first place; we were going whale watching. The Cork coastline is a major feeding ground for many species of whale in the summer months, including fin whales (the second largest species on the planet) and humpbacks, and there are a few companies which organize boat trips. Ours departed from a tiny pier in what felt like the middle of nowhere, and was captained by a charismatic seaman and wildlife expert named Colin. In contrast to the tourists, who arrived kitted out in North Face jackets and wellington boots and held on to the rails of the rolling boat for dear life, Colin was wearing old jeans, a thinning jumper, and climbed all over the place with one hand occupied by his cigarette. He spent the entirety of the four hour trip staring out at the open sea looking for whales, shadowing schools of common dolphin until they played with the waves on the bow of the boat, and showing us colonies of seals and sea birds. He was fantastic, and we were all a little bit in awe of how badass he was. Unfortunately, we didn’t see a single whale. Colin was apologetic, and lamented the fact that this was the worst summer he had seen for thirty years. I had certainly picked my timings well.

By the end of the day we had suffered too much of a soaking to face another night in a sodden tent. We had a hot meal in the first pub we found, and stayed in a B&B nearby. The weather the following day was even worse than before, with no hope of respite. The rest of our plans had included sightseeing around the Ring of Kerry and the Cliffs of Moher, but with the terrible conditions we couldn’t see ten feet either side of the car. After much agonizing, we made the difficult decision to turn around and head home.

Yet despite the disappointment, I cannot not bring myself to regret the decision to attempt a camping holiday in a place where terrible weather is an inevitability. After all, that is what makes the emerald isle so green. We finished our trip with very little having gone to plan, but still having had a surprisingly good time. I fully intend to go back again – not out of embarrassment that I haven’t kissed the Blarney stone, but because I had a taste of rural Ireland and I want more. The cities and countryside of Ireland really are not to missed. Just do yourself a favour and stay in a hotel.

 

Camerons’ Bullingdon days compared with London riots

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David Cameron’s Oxford days in the Bullingdon Club were recently compared to the London riots by Evan Davis in an interview with Today.

In response, Cameron commented, “we all do stupid things when we’re young”, later adding that unlike the Bullingdon Club “what we saw of the riots was very well organised … looting and stealing and thieving.”

The Bullingdon Club, of which David Cameron was a member during his days at Brasenose, is famous for its well-publicised occasional destructive behaviour and highly privileged members. Members are secretly elected, with new members discovering their election by their room being ‘trashed’.

Members are required to purchase the £3,500 uniform from the court tailors Ede and Ravenscroft, which includes a distinctive mustard yellow waistcoat with blue bow tie and monogrammed brass buttons.

The Club is not currently registered as a University society, and was at one point banned from meeting within fifteen miles of Oxford after smashing all 468 windows of Christchurch’s Peckwater Quad in 1927 for the second time.

More recently four members were arrested in 2005 after they broke every piece of crockery, a window, and seventeen bottles of wine while dining at the White Hart pub. Many establishments refuse to take dinner reservations from the Bullingdon Club due to their rowdy reputation.

Particular controversy exists around a night in 1987 when police chased members of the Bullingdon Club through Oxford to the Botanic Gardens after a restaurant window was smashed, an event at which some claim Cameron was present.

Student opinion is divided on whether the comparison between behaviour in the Bullingdon Club and the London riots is fair. James Lawson, President of Oxford University Conservative Association, stated that, “there is no evidence that Cameron ever engaged in criminal activity. Party policy is that criminals should face the full force of the law.”

However, co-chairs of the Oxford University Labour Club Nichola Sugden and Colin Jackson commented that, “a group of incredibly privileged youngsters in Oxford destroying other people’s businesses and property is far less justified and equally unforgiveable”.

When asked by Evan Davis whether he had ever witnessed people throwing things through windows or smashing up restaurants, David Cameron replied, “no, I didn’t”.

However, a Financial Times Westminster Blog post quotes one of Cameron’s Bullingdon contemporaries as saying “a policy of omerta has descended on the Cameron episode. He definitely got completely clean away, so that part of it is true, but the idea that someone just went to bed early! I mean, come on.” At the time of the Blog’s publication the Tory Press Office refused to comment.

The Labour Club’s Women’s Officer Claire Smith claimed, “Evans hit a nerve with Cameron because he was right; having the money to pay to fix the damage shouldn’t be an excuse”.

One graduate, who wished to remain anonymous, refuted the parallel, calling it, “a ridiculous comparison” as “[rioting] is an outright crime”.

To St. Hilda’s psychology graduate Lexy Rose, however, “the only difference between the Bullingdon Club and the rioters is that they are wealthy. Their behaviour is the same”. 

Should gay men face extra restrictions when giving blood?

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Whether men who have had sex with men (MSM) should be allowed to donate blood is not a matter of equality. It’s a matter of the safety of the UK’s blood supply. Johann Hari, writing in the Independent, was spot on when he said that ‘if gay donations really did endanger people, that would trump any commitment to anti-discrimination.’ However, despite the abolition of the lifetime ban on donations from MSM, expected on November 7th, the question remains as to whether the one year blanket deferral that will take its place is strictly necessary. The new regulations, while comparatively positive, certainly do not put gay men on an equal footing with heterosexuals. If they are to be upheld, it must be because they are supported by the evidence.

Thankfully, technological advances have enabled the government to remove the regulation preventing MSM from ever donating. Whereas the equipment used for testing blood donations was once capable of allowing infected blood to pass undetected through screening procedures, and into the blood supply, that risk no longer exists. Any virus is now almost guaranteed to be detected. The upshot of this is that MSM can now donate blood, one year after their last sexual encounter (defined as anal or oral sex, whether safe or not), because any infection they do have will show up during testing, allowing the blood to be excluded if necessary. There is a deferral time because of the ‘window period’, which exists between the contraction of a virus and its being detectable by testing. Since those who carry a virus from recent sexual activity could donate infected blood which is not caught by the screening process during this period, a deferral is necessary. However, the length of this deferral seems strangely long, given technology’s reduction of the window period to around two weeks. This is due to the strange behaviour of the Hepatitis B virus. For those individuals who naturally eliminate the virus, there is another window period near the end of its lifespan. Since people need not know that they are infected, it is necessary to have a deferral time which eliminates any possibility of the virus’s transmission into the blood supply during either of these window periods. The same one year deferral is already in place for other groups considered high risk, such as those who have visited Sub-Saharan Africa.

Many are still not content with the recent change, however. There is outrage that the male gay community (to whom the rule almost exclusively applies) is being treated as some single entity, rather than a group of individuals, the riskiness of whose sexual practices is varied and diverse. While it’s obvious that those who have, say, had unprotected anal sex within the past year ought to be deferred (the same is apparently not true of those who have had unprotected heterosexual sex, since the incidence of infection is considerably higher amongst MSM), it seems puzzling, and potentially prejudiced, to prevent a man in a long term monogamous homosexual relationship, who practises only safe sex with his partner, from donating blood.

Ultimately, it comes down to whether you believe the evidence. SaBTO, the advisory committee on the safety of blood, tissues and organs, maintains that sexual accidents, indiscretions, and non-compliance from donors, all of which transcend sexual orientation, are enough to require a blanket year-long deferral on blood donation from men who have had sex with men. Since the rate of infection amongst MSM is so much higher than amongst non-MSM, so the argument goes, every broken condom, every unfaithful boyfriend, and every blood donor that lies about his eligibility to donate, counts for that much more amongst MSM — so much so as to make a generalised rule necessary.

If this is not the case, several things follow. Firstly, it would mean that the lifetime ban that has been in force until now was ill-conceived, and not just because of technological advances. If the riskiness of MSM donation isn’t high enough to warrant a blanket year-long deferral, then, for as long as that same group has been of a similar risk level, the lifetime ban has been unnecessary: a man practising safe sex is only excluded for one year because of the possibility that he has an infection that he doesn’t know about (or is lying about his last sexual encounter). While the same possibility exists for non-MSM, the risk is deemed too high amongst MSM donors. If this is in fact not true, then MSM practising safe sex should have been eligible for donation even when tests were not as thorough — the inherent risk associated with MSM would not have been great enough to necessitate their being prevented from donating, just as the risk of a heterosexual man contracting a virus is not great enough to require his exclusion.

If the risk does not exist, there should be no hesitation in scrapping a rule which simultaneously retards the progress of gay rights, while doing nothing to make the blood supply safer. But the government’s priority lies in ensuring safe blood stocks. Any future decision to further alter the existing regulations should be based on evidence indicating that there will be no greater risk to patients receiving blood — and on nothing else.