Monday 21st July 2025
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Street Style #9

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Accessories are frequently an afterthought, flung on in a few seconds in order to look more dressed up – but often accessories can make an outfit. As we see below, the headband, adorable bicycle necklace and oversized bag push quite a mainstream outfit into more high-end territory.

 

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Photography: Catherine Bridgman

Street Style #8

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This girl is clearly working what those in the fashion scene like to call the ‘black is the new black’ look. It takes a lot of guts but always somehow seems to come off with an air of stylish understatement. Long hair in a centre parting, oversized bag and sunglasses – simplicity as done by the cool kids. 

 

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Mario Kart Cuppers: Part II

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The Worcester-Oriel syndicate of 2 Guys, 1 Kart, consisting of Ethan Worth and Joe Evans, looked like they’d needed to set their alarm clocks to be up in time for 3pm. They appeared to struggle to find their way to the sofa, let alone give their opponents any trouble. However, they quickly confounded expectations with savant-like play that defied rational explanation. Alas Smith and Jones arrived with typical understated gravitas and an impressively sized audience in tow, confounding all rumours that Harris Manchester was an urban myth. They informed the crowd that their best player had been unable to come, forcing the substitution of Jonathan Parish.

Parish, with only four months of experience in the driving seat, had barely taken his L-plates off, but quickly established himself to be the dark horse of the tournament. From the go, the inaccurately named Alas Smith and Jones played with an eye to detail, strategically switching seats before the match was underway. It was the brash 2 Guys, 1 Kart who found themselves sinking into the notoriously undersprung yellow sofa. Their choice of Princess Peach and Princess Daisy was no less diligent, causing every minor race event to be met with a gruelling torrent of royal giggles and screams.

In the first race, GBA Bowser’s Castle, bleary-eyed Jones (playing as the perpetual underdog Luigi) proved that what he lacked in expertise, he made up for in raw, untamed skill. Something of a savant on the track, he shrugged off any number of glancing shots from Smith and Parish, continually regaining the lead only to throw it away in an unforced lava dunking. Worth, in patriotic pink as Birdo, was not so impervious, finding himself being bullied into submission by the princess pair. In the end, the tortoises of Alas Smith and Jones triumphed over the hares of 2 Guys, 1 Kart.

It was this consistency, as well as effective teamwork, that would go on to win them the match, proven when 2 Guys, 1 Kart upped the ante with Rainbow Road. The audience waited with baited breath to see who would be the first to plummet off the track, but thankfully didn’t have to wait unduly long until Smith took that honour, twice. Parish demonstrated that he could cope just fine without his teammate, neatly dispatching 2 Guys with 1 bomb and giving time for Smith to recover his dignity. Evans, apparently oblivious to the lessons in teamwork from the other team, shunted Worth clean off the track in his scramble to regain pole position, deftly jumping out the way of a POW block and batting away all red shells from an increasingly desperate Parish.

2 Guys, 1 Kart were all too aware that they needed a comfortable victory to stay in the match, hanging onto the leads in DK’s Jungle Parkway with grim determination. An eleventh-hour retaliation from Smith gave teammate Parish the opportunity he needed to snatch second place away; but it was not enough to shut down the match.

2 Guys, 1 Kart inexplicably selected the motorcyclist’s nightmare Wario’s Gold Mine as the start of their comeback tour. It seems the stress of being in the back seat was wearing away at 2 Guys: Evans lobbed a green shell at Worth before taking a plunge. However, Worth’s cruise in pole position was abruptly ended by a beautiful one-two; a blue shell from Smith followed by a flattening from Parish. The moral of the match – that there’s no ‘I’ in ‘Mario Kart’ – hung heavily in the air for all to appreciate. However, a blue shell on the finish line saw Evans snatching the match from the lion’s mouth, leading to cries of “Rape!” from the peanut gallery.

The outcome of the match once again hinged on the final match, and Alas Smith and Jones’ final decision: Koopa Cape. It was certainly no holiday for these senior citizens, who were flattened by a resurgent Evans and electrocuted by the tunnel fans. No matter: the leading team were still apparently suffering from communication problems, with Worth cleaning up Evan’s banana skins as fast as he could lay them. Even the impartial onlookers were quietly satisfied by the sight of a last-minute blue shell from Smith appearing, like a white-winged angel of justice, in Worth’s rearview mirror, giving him what was probably the first bath he’d had for weeks, while Parish simpered his way to victory.

 

The final score: 2 Guys, 1 Kart – 76, Alas Smith and Jones – 98

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Anti-trafficking policy back in the spotlight

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The British Government’s recent decision not to renew its funding for the Poppy Project, an initiative of the feminist charity Eaves, which provides specialist shelter, support and legal assistance to female victims of trafficking, has once again raised questions over the way in which anti-trafficking policy is formulated in this country. When the announcement was first made, cries of outrage were heard across the media. Since Poppy had lost the government tender to the Salvation Army, accusations of ideology clouding sound judgement were multiple, and were accompanied by claims of austerity trumping justice for those in need.

Within days, however, the simple picture built around this decision had become more complex. Nichi Hodgson, writing in the Guardian, echoed critiques of activists from across the anti-trafficking field when she highlighted that Poppy’s work is itself highly ideological (and highly contested), given that it has long centred around a campaign to prevent trafficking by outlawing the sex industry entirely. Beyond Poppy, commentators and activists are increasingly asking serious questions about the government’s claim to be ‘victim-centred’ or to have adopted a ‘rights-based’ approach in preventing trafficking and protecting people from it. I have sought to draw on both my own and related research in examining these claims.

Great debates rage over how, and indeed whether, the crime of ‘trafficking’ should be defined. Some argue for a broad definition encompassing any involvement in the process of exploitation, whereas others opt for a simpler focus solely on the ‘end-use’ mistreatment certain individuals face. Despite the debate, international agreement has coalesced around the basic UN ‘Trafficking Protocol’ formula that ‘trafficking = movement + exploitation’. In Britain, the government has adopted the UN definition, and has passed a series of Acts in order to give it the legal platform to prosecute, both in the case of sex trafficking and trafficking for forced labour. Beyond this, it has mandated the Serious Organised Crime Agency to tackle the underworld elements of the crime and has trained police officers and immigration officials in how to spot what it sees as evidence of it. As the Poppy controversy has highlighted, it also funds certain safe-houses for victims.

Notwithstanding the government’s legal and administrative measures, lead practitioners in the anti-trafficking field have identified a number of major problems with the British response and lament a huge gulf between the Government’s approach in principle and the effects of that approach in practice. Chief among civil society complaints is what many argue is an excessive focus on immigration – the movement component of the trafficking definition – despite Home Office commitments to tackle forced labour and the exploitation that waits at the end of the trafficking chain. In this regard, it is worth nothing that the Government’s anti-trafficking team is staffed almost entirely by UK Borders Agency officials trained to deal with immigration offences. Police interventions have focused heavily on ‘rescuing’ foreign women trafficked into prostitution and have done little to address either victims of non-sexual exploitation or those British or non-British individuals who are in the UK legally but whose working conditions equate to trafficking. Prevention strategies have largely encouraged people not to migrate as a means of protecting them from eventual exploitation, rather than offering them safe channels to move and ensuring they can work in safety when they arrive.

Relatedly, health care professionals working with victims of trafficking have suggested that the authorities’ approach is so aggressively anti-migratory that it re-traumatises victims when in questioning. One commentator told me that the desire amongst UKBA staff to repatriate was so extensive as to disincline him to work with the authorities any further.

If, as was explained above, the crime of trafficking equates to movement plus exploitation, and if, as the Government has stated, its intent is to employ a human rights-based policy, many believe that the operational focus principally on the migratory aspects of the crime fundamentally reverses the order of priority, in a way that is detrimental to victims and their well-being. Organisations working in the field therefore suggest that anti-trafficking policy should be re-aligned to focus on forced labour, where the priority response is in increasing the power and reach of labour inspectorates such as the Gangmasters Licensing Authority in order to eradicate exploitative working conditions across the British economy. To do this, one commentator suggested, would be ‘to ignore the one immigration criminal in order to save the 99 victims of trafficking/exploitation, as opposed to dealing with the one at the expense of the 99’. Added to this, academics and activists have repeatedly argued that more attention is needed to address the causes of trafficking. Given that, as studies show, most ‘trafficked people’ choose either to migrate or to engage in exploitative labour (even when they are aware that the consequences may be negative), questions must be asked as to why migration is such an attractive option and why people would tolerate exploitative working conditions in the first place.

Fundamentally, as Canadian academic Nandita Sharma has suggested, the answer lies in the fact that global neoliberal economic policies which promote the free movement of capital whilst simultaneously restricting the movement of labour have led to an ever-increasing impoverishment of non-Western workers and a destruction of the political and social safety-nets that may once have protected them. Until it takes steps to change these realities, whatever the British government does in the fight against trafficking will remain little more than window dressing.

 

But oh, those Summer Eights

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The thought struck me in the weeks leading up to this year’s Summer Eights that for all the alliteration in the title this year, it being 2011 – Eights Eleven – it was likely to be a physically gruelling experience. It’s one of the many paradoxes that I’ve come to recognize are inherent in bumps racing, and in this particular Trinity Term staple. Of course, they’re what set Eights apart from Torpids, and from typical head races. But it can be difficult to determine whether they make for a more exciting or terrifying experience.

Violence is implicit in the term Torpids itself. It connotes a torpedo, an explosive device. Torpedoing literally references the wrecking of another ship. So in Torpids, when boats mercilessly crash into one another, scraping the rudders, scratching the paint, and on occasion even swinging an oar against a member of another boat’s crew, it all seems rather natural. Even the weather fits in with the scene, grey clouds hovering ominously overhead, and rain or ice or sleet marring the already choppy waters of the Isis.

But Eights takes place in the summer, with sunny skies generally gracing the day. Warm temperatures and calm waves seem to fool participants, luring them into a false sense of security. And then the rowing begins. In a split second, crews are transported to an adrenaline-charged atmosphere of competition and ambition, resulting in eventual euphoria or disillusionment.

The juxtaposition of the loveliness of a summer day down by the river, colleges filling their boathouses with cheering supporters, drinking Pimms and barbecuing, gathered to support their crews, with the reality of what happens once athletes are in their boats, is sharp.  As a coxswain, it’s magnified beyond even what the rowers must feel; to be in a position where you’re required to check on what every other crew is doing only heightens the tension.

And yet, when it comes time to make the aforementioned choice, it seems safe to say that Eights breeds more excitement than fright. There’s always a little of the latter, especially when uncontrollable incidents happen – for example, an oar slamming into your neck from another boat is never enjoyable. But on the whole, being transported to another world while racing down the river works both ways. Whether you bump, or you are bumped, or just row over down the length of the course, there will be a moment to soak up the sun and appreciate the memories being made. 

Parky’s still Perky

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I’m a tad nervous about interviewing Michael Parkinson. How do you go about interviewing a man who would do a much better job of interviewing himself? A man who had interviewed Muhammad Ali four times before I was even born. A man who by his own estimation has “interviewed 2,000 of the world’s most famous people” (and I reckon he rounded it down). Never mind nervous, I’m terrified. My preparation has consisted of mentally compiling my own autobiography, just in case he can’t adjust to the trade in roles. So it’s a relief when Parky’s first words to me are, “I like talking about myself”. Well, he probably wouldn’t have been that interested in my childhood caravanning holidays anyway.

It’s 10.30pm, he’s been at the Chelsea Flower Show all day and he’s just spent an hour and a half talking to a chamber full of eager Oxford Union members – and been thanked for it by being blinded by the flash of a hundred of cameras as they all clamour to get a picture afterwards. He looks weary, but plied with a pint of Guinness, he’s ready to do a bit more talking. And it seems my expectation of ‘once an interviewer, always an interviewer’ couldn’t be more wrong.

 

‘Meg Ryan called him a ‘nut’ and said she was ‘offended’ by his interview with her: easily one of TV’s most uncomfortable moments ever’

 

“I think that all that went as soon as I stopped doing the job. It took over my life in many ways but I always did other things at the same time. I mean I did radio as well as TV at the same time, I did writing at the same time, so I was never obsessive about the job at all.”

So did he really never feel the need to do a post-mortem on each show after filming ended? “It was amazing actually, I would go and do an interview, let’s say I’d interview Tom Cruise or someone like that, or Billy Connelly, and I’d go upstairs to the green room to have a drink, and somebody would say to me, who did you have on the show tonight? And I couldn’t tell them. I didn’t have a clue. And it used to be an automatic wipe like that. Because doing the number of shows I’ve done, reading the research I have to read, you have to clear your mind, you have to get rid of it, as soon as you’ve done it. Don’t linger. Don’t think, was that good, bad or whatever, wipe it out of your mind and start again.”

Parkinson’s eponymous chat show ran, on and off, from 1971 to 2007, so you would be forgiven for thinking that’s all he had ever done. But for the son of a miner, the path from a Yorkshire grammar school to a knighthood was not a direct one. Failing to carve a much longed-for career for himself in cricket, he left school with just two O-levels and began an apprenticeship at a local newspaper in Yorkshire. He would go on to report for the Manchester Guardian, before moving to Fleet Street. Met by a gaggle of budding journalists straight out of Oxbridge, Parkinson was intimidated, but found he knew a lot more about “reporting on a chip pan fire” from his hands-on work than they did from their degrees. Now, Parkinson is Chancellor of Nottingham Trent University and has an honorary doctorate from the University of Lincoln. I ask him whether he thinks that it’s possible for young people these days to break into journalism or television the way he did.

“Every career now, you need to have a university course for it,” he says. “My question would be, are there better ways into a job than that, than university, for certain things, and journalism would be one of them. It’s interesting, the best journalists that I worked with who came from university all read something other than the media, because in those days the media didn’t exist. So, Anthony Howard read English, Michael Frayn read Russian, and quite a few would have read History. That kind of degree is much more helpful to you than a media degree in a sense. I think that my advice to anybody, certainly going to Oxford, would be to do the kind of degree that you like doing. And then if you want to become a journalist , it doesn’t matter, it’s all preparation.”

His main message for other Parkys in the making is about perseverance. “You mustn’t give in. I mean if you want it bad enough there is something out there, just keep plugging away at it. It’s a strange kind of job these days. I don’t understand it like I used to.”

The style of television interviews might be changing, but I wonder whether it was ever possible to get people to open up under the glare of all the lights and cameras of the chat show set up. If reports are to be believed, Parkinson thinks the best way to get interviewees to relax and talk is by flirting with them (I don’t know if I should be disappointed, but it seems this is not a tactic he applies when the roles are reversed), but surely there’s more to the art of interviewing than that. Despite being famed for his probing questions (Meg Ryan called him a “nut” and said she was “offended” by his notorious interview with her, easily one of TV’s most uncomfortable moments ever), Parky claims the trick is not to push it too far.

“Well you’re not the inquisitioner, you’re not asking them their most darkest and intimate secrets. What you’re looking for in a talk show is entertainment. And if that entertainment can actually contain information, interesting information as well, that’s fine. Basically, it’s an entertainment programme. It’s a conversation, that’s what it is, that’s all it is.”

 

‘I want to walk into the Rovers Return with a flat cap and say, ‘Anyone here got a spanner?’ They can put that on my tombstone’

 

I wrack my brains to think of any interviewer on television these days who take the same stripped-back “conversation” approach. Not Graham Norton, whose show is filled with gimmicks and easy laughs, like ejecting audience members from their chairs as they speak. Nor Piers Morgan, who attracts wincingly mawkish answers from his guests, who seem to have a contractual obligation to cry. And certainly not Jonathon Ross, whose interviewees are always dwarfed by the host’s incredible ego. In the age of celebrity obsession, there doesn’t seem to be a lot of space for Parky’s trademark simplicity.

“I think that the conversation style of interview has gone,” he agrees. “The talk show now is best defined as a comedy show, basically. There’s nothing wrong with that, because that’s the way it’s always been, in America in particular. All their best and most successful TV hosts and talk show hosts have been comedians, and still are today. But I think there’s a gap if you don’t have that sort of conversational, straightforward talk show. I think there’s something missing there. Nowadays television is being commissioned differently than it ever was before, so it’s gone. But it will come back.”

As he nears the bottom of his pint glass, the time has come to ask him my most important question – how did it feel to appear on Neighbours? Surely a career highlight? The question is met with guffaws. You would have thought that having shared the screen with Dr Karl Kennedy, there would be very little left for one to achieve. But as we part he admits there’s one thing he’s yet to tick off the list.

“I’ve always wanted to appear in Coronation Street. I was promised a part there when I left television but they forgot about me. I want to break down in my car outside the Rovers Return, and go in there with a flat cap on and say, ‘Anyone here got a spanner?’ and walk out again, that’s all I want to do. They can put that on my tombstone.”

Street Style #7

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This girl has perfected the knack of summer layering – your sartorial weapon against the ever-changing British weather. A fabulous maxi dress is made casual paired with a straw hat and a sparkly cardie and the colour is bang on trend.
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