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Aussie rules ok?

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Australian Rules Football is unique in many ways. In addition to its status as Australia’s national game, it is, as far as I can surmise, the only sport in existence in which the ball and the field share the same shape: oval.

Australian football looks foreign to most non-Australian sports enthusiasts and its origins remain the subject of dispute. Most likely, our sport developed as a hybrid of English football and rugby, designed by cricketers in Melbourne as a pastime to occupy the winter months. The game also exhibits the influence of a game played by indigenous Australians with a ball made of kangaroo skin. The game is different to the usual in that handballing is encouraged – players can use any part of their body to move the ball.
Australian Rules Football at Oxford has a long and distinguished history through the Oxford University Australian Rules Football Club (OUARFC). We have won 8 of the past 10 varsity matches and our club celebrates its 90th varsity match this year (the first having been played by World War 1 veterans returning to study in England).
Through our partnership with the sports federation the club has taken its professionalism to new levels in recent years and were able to purchase new goal posts in 2009. A relatively large club by Oxford standards, with membership numbering between 50 and 60 players, we represent a range of nationalities, including Canadians, New Zealanders, Irish (whose familiarity with Gaelic football makes them well suited), Swedish, British and, of course, plenty of Australians.

Blues battered at Shark End

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Oxford Blues: 25

Sale Sharks: 43

A large crowd braved the fearsome early November cold to see the university’s finest once more come up just short against one of the best rugby teams in the country. After defeats against London Wasps and Cardiff Blues already this term the Blues were determined to produce a positive result and performance. However Sale, even without the services of world cup winner Jason Robinson who was listed as a replacement in the programme, were always in control of the game and deserved their comfortable victory.
A frantic and combative start to the game saw both sides struggle to take control. A penalty from Blues number 10 Charlie Marr put his side three nil ahead after 15 minutes, but Sale were growing in confidence with the ball in hand and looked increasingly likely to take the lead. They eventually did cross the try line with 20 minutes on the clock. Unfortunately this was the point that I had decided to take up the offer of a beer and a burger included by OURFC in the ticket price. I therefore missed the try so cannot describe it here – I can however inform you that the burger was delicious.

The Blues responded very well to this setback and were soon back in the lead. A clever short restart from Marr won his side a penalty, which he duly converted to make the score 6-5 – the Blues having been behind for only a matter of seconds. This lead always looked precarious however and Sale made the rapidly tiring blues pay as half time approached. Two well worked tries in as many minutes from the professional outfit saw them take a lead they would not surrender for the rest of the game.

The Blues were looking shell shocked and the pressure from Sale continued relentlessly. The large crowd grew quieter as a big Oxford defeat looked ever more likely – although this might have just been a sign of the cold properly setting in. The crowd were warmed however by a fabulous Blues try to bring them back into the game before the half time interval. Fly half Marr broke through the Sale defensive line for the first time in the night before feeding winger Luke Jones who provided a fine finish. Marr added the extras to put the Blues back within a score of the Sharks. Some belligerent defensive work on the Blues try line in the last action of the half kept the Blues very much in the game with the score at 13-19.

The second half began in frenetic fashion with both sides clearly fired up. Blues replacement Tom Yusef encapsulated his side’s mindset with a huge hit to bring Sale’s first move of the half to an abrupt end. The Blues were unable to capitalise on the atmosphere that this tackle created in the crowd however, and soon after Sale scored again. The Blues were beginning to look tired and, like in the first half, their line was breached for a second time just two minutes later. On this occasion a scintillating Sale move led to the try – and once more the Blues looked as if they could be on the end of thrashing.

The spirit in the Blues camp has to be admired however seeing as, despite being 25 points behind and with fatigue noticeably affecting many of the team; they gradually clawed their way back into the ascendency. One good chance went begging due to some poor handling along the line, but soon after they were rewarded with a deserved score, captain Nick Haydon darting over in the corner following some excellent pressure from the Blues forwards.
As the game entered the final ten minutes the Blues continued to look like the better side – a real credit to their fitness and conditioning considering the professionalism of the team they were playing. They soon crossed the Sharks’ line for the third time in the match when Alex Rowe tumbled over following an excellent driving maul. After Marr added the extras the crowd sensed a magnificent comeback could be on the cards, but some handling mistakes meant that the further try needed to set up a grandstand finish just evaded the Blues. In fact it was Sale who had the last say, running in an easy try in the last play of the game as the Blues defensive line was hampered by the search for a try of their own.

The Blues will undoubtedly be disappointed with the final result, and especially twice conceding tries in quick succession which ultimately lost them the game. The spirit and determination on show was exemplary however, and with the Varsity match at Twickenham now under a month away there are plenty of positives to take forward.

Review: Destabilise by Enter Shikari

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Electrodance happy progressive synth-punk post-dance-happy-synth-hardcore outfit Enter Shikari have hit on a winning formula.

It works like this: write a dance track that might have been used by The Prodigy as a bonus track if they were really desperate. Add an overdriven metal guitar playing no more than three drop-D chords (you wonder if Rory C’s index finger is shorter than the others). Then get Rou Reynolds fired up on raw steak and have him gibber over the top and presto, you have your basic single.

Oh wait: we’re forgetting the breakdown. Because you listen to Enter Shikari for the breakdown, those eight bars where the shouty riffy punky drivel becomes something magical.

‘Destabilise’ is basically an expansion pack for the band’s last album, Common Dreads – the same grinding metal chords and overblown choruses, with a breakdown that makes it all bearable. Get drunk, turn off the lights, and close your eyes at the lyric ‘This is the calm before the storm’, and this might just be a good track.

I am Iannucci.

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Armando Iannucci isn’t here. We’ve arranged to meet in a restaurant at 3pm, but so far, he hasn’t turned up. As I glance at my watch, a nervous thought flicks through my mind: what if he’s forgotten? It’s possible. After all, he is possibly the most powerful figure in British comedy today and seems to be in constant demand, regularly appearing on everything from Newsnight to Have I Got News For You.

Sitting at the bar, fiddling with a straw, I make another cautious scan around the restaurant, and suddenly breathe a sigh of relief as I see him walk through the door. As he heads over and we shake hands, he is full of apologies for his tardiness, though I assure him it’s no problem. As we make our way over to the back of the restaurant, I can’t help but notice that he’s somewhat shorter than I had expected, though his friendly expression is comfortingly familiar – resembling, in the best possible way, an eager Italian garden gnome.

He is in Oxford to promote his new book, The Thick of It: The Missing DoSAC Files, a convincing and typically witty parody of a lost governmental folder, and as we sit at a table by the window, this is the first topic that comes up. Given the phenomenal and deserved success of the television series, I’m surprised that there hasn’t been a tie-in book before.

He nods, and admits, ‘We talked about it. But we very rarely do merchandising, and we thought that we don’t want to do a book of bits that we wrote for the show and never used – we want to do a book that is specially written.’ The book itself – a glossy affair – sits on the table between us, and I venture a quick flick through the pages. It’s eerily authentic, full of vicious email exchanges and internal memos, with the more explicit excerpts usually coming from the show’s most infamous character, Malcolm Tucker, a thinly disguised reflection of Alistair Campbell.

Since it began on BBC Four in 2005, The Thick of It has rapidly gained a reputation as one of the sharpest political comedies of the decade, and owes debts both to Yes, Minister and The Office. Even in the corridors of Westminster, it has apparently become required viewing, though I suggest to Iannucci that many politicians still seem quick to dismiss it. He leans in slightly closer, and smiles a conspiratorial smile. ‘The number of politicians who publicly say that shows like The Thick of It actually do politics down and put young people off politics are outweighed by the number of politicians who privately come up to me and say that, if anything, in real life [politics] is a lot worse.’

It’s a show that thrives on its sense of realism – he admits that he wanted to make a program ‘that just shouted dull facts at you, dull accuracy’ – and it has made Iannucci extremely popular with every kind of political show on TV. On the night of the General Election, for instance, he seemed to be on every major channel to offer his own observations. I ask if he feels a little overexposed, and he considers this. ‘I don’t know.’ Another pause.

‘I mean, I do get these emails from Newsnight and This Week and so on saying, ‘Would you like to come on and talk about the cuts?’ And part of me thinks, ‘No, I’d like an expert to come on and talk about the cuts and for me to watch him, rather than for me to come on.’ I don’t feel fully equipped to make a judgement, and nor do I think my view actually is necessarily one that I want others to have.’ Nonetheless, he continues to make regular appearances on various political and comedy shows, and as glance at the surrounding tables, I’m still confused why no-one seems to have recognised him.

This apparent anonymity might be due to the fact that he lacks a clear comic persona, appearing instead as an affable – albeit remarkably witty – everyman. Leaving aside his recent emergence as the BBC’s go-to-guy for amusing political commentary, Iannucci has seemed more comfortable staying behind the scenes for the past twenty years, quietly carving out a successful career as the writer responsible for, among other things, The Day Today and I’m Alan Partridge.

I ask if he has ever been tempted to make a move further into the spotlight, and he nods slowly. ‘I like doing stuff up on stage in front of live audiences… [But] all I can do in those situations is be myself, and try to see where that takes me.’ Is he never tempted to explore another persona? ‘I’m not an actor… I don’t get any sense of, ‘Ooh, I wish I was doing that.’ I’m more than happy to watch them do it and for me to kind of enjoy it on the screen, and then sit down and edit it… It sounds very demeaning of the actors, and I don’t mean it to be, but I do feel it’s like playing different instruments in an orchestra. And suddenly the right tone comes out, or the right chord, and it just feels right. When it all comes together, and all the bustling around and the dialogue all strike a real, sustained comic note, that’s very satisfying.’

A conductor of comedy? It might be the best way to describe his guiding hand, subtly steering almost all of his shows towards greatness, while it certainly indicates a degree of seriousness in his approach. When I bring up the long-rumoured Alan Partridge: The Movie, he reveals, ‘We’re in the process of writing it just now. But… we want to do it slowly and surely, and not…’ He hesitates, before deciding, ‘it has to justify itself as a film, as opposed to a TV show. But on the other hand, it mustn’t lose the intimacy that it had.’

Given this perfectionism, I ask if there are any shows in his career that didn’t quite might his high standards. ‘Well, there are various pilots that I’ve made that have never seen the light of day, and I hope never will.’ He laughs at this, though it’s clear that he’s not really joking. He thinks for a moment, before reflecting, ‘Well, it’s funny, because I don’t really look back on them. I haven’t looked back at Alan Partridge and Time Trumpet, so I may well dig them out and look and them and just think, ‘Oh my God! What was I thinking?’… [But] I caught a bit of Alan Partridge recently, and because I’d completely forgotten it, bits of it made me laugh… That was kind of nice.’

While his perfectionism pays off, it never seems to slow down his work rate. Currently, Iannucci has a huge number of projects on the go; not only is he beginning work on the new series of The Thick of It – which he confirms has been re-commissioned, and that they are deliberately waiting for the new regime to settle in before they commence writing – but, as the interview progresses, he reveals more and more projects with which he is involved, including, but not limited to, a second feature film (following the huge success of In the Loop), twelve ten minute Alan Partridge ‘vodcasts’, the Alan Partridge film, and a documentary on Dickens – which aims ‘to remind people of why [his novels] were considered so great, so readable and so powerful when they first came out’.

Is comedy his sole calling though? Does he never feel tempted by darker, more serious material? He admits, ‘I don’t know,’ before chuckling warmly. ‘There’s no plan. And even if I did try and do a drama, I’m sure it would be a drama with a comic edge.’
In everything he does, it seems that Iannucci is inevitably drawn to the more absurd aspects of life. As we stand up and shake hands, I put this to him, and he nods in agreement. ‘That’s my instinctive reaction, to kind of find [absurd moments] – that gets me through life, really. So I hope that continues. I hope I don’t lose my sense of humour – that would be terrible for me.’ He pauses, before laughing. ‘But I’m sure that other people would cope.’ As we part ways and he weaves his way through the oblivious diners towards the exit, I can’t help but smile at this. People might cope, but they would feel the loss nonetheless. On the evidence of the past twenty years, it seems beyond question that British comedy is immeasurably improved when it has Armando Iannucci for a conductor.

Let us fire our MPs

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The saga-to-be that is Phil Woolas’ position as an MP now looks certain to be batted between courtrooms like a tennis ball. Other MPs might make gaffes, the Speaker might be manipulated by his wife, and the judges will probably stick by their peers. However one thing is certain; the constituents of Oldham East and Saddleworth will have very little to do with the outcome. This legal and constitutional mess is a sign of just how distanced British politics has become from the electorate, and just how much work Parliament has to do to bring it back home.

 

A far better way to solve the Woolas affair would’ve been for constituents to have the right to recall their MP. It’d save the legal wrangling and the awkward constitutional precedents. No politician would have to worry about how future courts would look upon their more innocent forms of misrepresenting the truth; instead only one thing would matter – how angry you make your electorate.

 

Imagine if instead of calling an obscure special court to consider legalisms, a different process were initiated. The constituents who felt cheated by Woolas’ callous photoshopping of his opponent, who resent his quasi-racist manipulations, could petition for a by-election to be called. No doubt any reasonable threshold would’ve been reached. The local Labour Party could then select their candidate – which they should do by open primary, to give the people being represented the say instead of farming it out to Party elites. A new election could then be held, where constituents could decide whether they still trusted Woolas to be their voice in Parliament.

 

As it stands, these decisions are being taken without even a cursory glance at the desires of the people of Oldham. Perhaps rather than insulating themselves further in the political bubble, MPs should take some action to restore power to the electorate. While politicians get caught up in a debate about Phil Woolas they should remember it is his constituents’ futures, not just his, they are deciding.

The Garden of Musical Delights

Andy Lamb, curator of the Bate Collection shows Naomi Richman and Oliver Moody around a collection of musical instruments based on those from Dutch painter Hieronymous Bosch’s painting, ‘The Garden of Earthly Delights’.

The New Hollywood?

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It’s official: India is the new Hollywood. In 2009, the country produced a total of 2961 films on celluloid, including a staggering 1288 feature films, far outstripping its American rivals.

Film is everywhere in India; in the most unlikely little shops, in buses, in doctors’ offices, and of course, in the huge cinemas that one finds in even the smallest towns. One such town is Sivakasi, in Tamil Nadu, south India, where I spent two months in 2009. Tamil cinema has been thriving since the 1990s and is now the third largest film industry in the country in terms of the number of movies it produces each year. There were two new films showing at the Sivakasi cinema each week, and the evenings we spent there were some of the most entertaining of my trip.

The first thing you must know about Indian films is they are often of a prodigious length. We went to see ‘Ayan’, a Tamil thriller written and directed by K.V. Anand, and it lasted for well over two hours. Its length apparently necessitated two intervals, resulting in a three and a half hour excursion. The films are so long generally because they are punctuated with song and dance routines – which, although enjoyable, contribute little to the plot – and because they cater to a taste for lengthy, and surprisingly violent, fight scenes (complete with comic ‘biff’ and ‘slam’ noises). Given that we had no idea what the characters were saying in ‘Ayan’ (it was unlikely that a provincial cinema would provide English subtitles) it was a fantastic film, and a great example of the variety that one should expect from Indian cinema: beautiful women dancing in the desert, a conspicuously evil drug-lord, family drama, angry mothers, police chases, brawls, an attractive hero, and even an unpleasant murder scene in which a character is slit open so that the bags of drugs in his stomach can be removed.

The focus, in Tamil films at least, tends to be on familial issues, centring on arranged marriages and love affairs, which meant that we were usually able to understand the plots of the movies that were played at the front of otherwise decrepit buses, often on loop for an interminable length of time. As we bounced along potholed roads, the jangly, high-pitched music would blare out, another angry father would start punching a wayward boy after his daughter, a mother would lament the behaviour of her children, and then they would all pull some amazing dance moves to lift the mood.
Yet Indian films are not only important for their entertainment value; many of them deal with problems in society that might otherwise be taboo. The problems caused by caste, for example, which can drive young lovers to suicide in order to avoid family disgrace and disownment. The perennial issue of poverty is also explored by Indian films like the superb ‘Salaam Bombay!’, (1988) which follows the lives of young thieves and prostitutes in Mumbai’s notorious red-light district.

But don’t just take my word for it: the large Indian community in England has meant that we now have more access than ever before to Indian films on DVD and their soundtracks (often the best part). So get watching – they might even have subtitles.

Giveaway: Skyline goodies

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To celebrate next week’s release of the sci-fi blockbuster Skyline, Cherwell Culture has five prize packs to give away.

Each winner will get a t-shirt, a 1GB USB stick and a glowstick.

For your chance to win, send in an e-mail with your details and “Skyline Competition” as the subject to [email protected]


After a late night party, a group of friends are awakened in the dead of the night by an eerie light beaming through the window. Like moths to a flame, the light source is drawing people outside before they suddenly vanish into thin air. They soon discover an otherworldly alien force is swallowing the entire human population off the face of the earth. Now our band of survivors must fight for their lives as the world unravels around them. How long will they be able to withstand the methodical and relentless onslaught as the number of casualties escalates? And more importantly who or what are these extraterrestrials? The eagerly anticipated sci-fi thriller SKYLINE is a terrifying journey into our fear of the unknown, a high-velocity, special effects bonanza.

Eric Balfour (24, Texas Chainsaw Massacre) stars alongside David Zayas (Dexter, The Expendables), Donald Faison (Scrubs), Brittany Daniel (Sweet Valley High), Neil Hopkins (Lost) and newcomers Scottie Thompson and Crystal Reed. SKYLINE is directed by brothers Colin Strause and Greg Strause, written by Liam O’Donnell and Joshua Cordes and producer Kristian Andreson.

Released November 12th

Other Cherwell Culture competitions include a Mark Watson ticket giveaway.For more details go to http://www.cherwell.org/content/10891