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Thank God for Silvio

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Italy is widely acknowledged to be a political shitheap. Against spectacular competition, its politicians are the most corrupt on the Continent. In 2009 the Economist’s Democracy Index downgraded the erstwhile superpower from “full” to “flawed” democracy. Let’s be frank: Berlusconi is only the next in a long line of tyrants. There was Mussolini of course. But what about Giulio Andreotti? Five times prime minister, he was in the pocket of the mafia, and had neither the nation nor his party at his heart. Once told that power wears men out, he replied that power only wears out those who don’t have it. This was certainly true for Toto Riina, aka “The Beast”. This “boss of all the bosses” ran Sicily as a sort of military dictatorship as late as the 1980s. The government had to send in the army to dispatch him and his mafia cronies.

At least Berlusconi pretends to care about democracy. That was what December 14th’s vote of no confidence was all about. One of the incalculable reasons why Italian politics is so hectic is that the prime minister has to have the support of both houses of Parliament. A bit mad: imagine if our Prime Minister had to have the support of the Lords as well as the Commons. But remarkably, Berlusconi’s force of personality has kept a semblance of order. He won the vote in the Senate easily. It was the Chamber of Deputies- the more powerful and more democratic house- that proved the problem. There the vote was fabulously tight. 314 votes to 311. Two opposition members switched side at the last minute. That is most suspicious. I suspect they’d been bribed.

Berlusconi is in this position because he is a total bastard. Expunge from your mind all comparison with Britain. It couldn’t happen here. The man is a billionaire. He also controls most of the Italian television and newspaper networks. And he’s prime minister. But by far his most spectacular achievements are sexual. Berlusconi is 74 years old. But he is able to attend the birthday parties of 18 year old girls, appoint models to his cabinet and parliament, have sex with prostitutes in hotel bedrooms, and generally behave like BoJo on speed. Not since Augustus II of Saxony- who is believed to have fathered up to 382 illegitimate children- has Europe seen so voracious and shameless a womaniser.

This is part of the reason for the vote against him. But Berlusconi’s inept and brazen attempts to secure his own power have also played a part. Despite being more right-wing than almost any European leader, this was not good enough for his main coalition partners, the Lega Nord. Some of these people are neo-fascists. Most of them are just fascists. Anyway, when Berlusconi reneged on devolution pledges they were happy to break ranks. But Berlusconi is hoping to move away from a system of alliances and votes. He wants to amend the constitution to establish an American style executive presidency, with himself in the role. Given his current unpopularity that may not be possible. But as today’s vote shows, we haven’t seen anything near the last of this most wanton of premiers.

Playing your cards right

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‘In simple terms I can see, hear and speak with people in the spirit world, as well as read people’s past and predict their futures. It still amazes me when I say it out loud!’ As self-professed ‘Britain’s best-loved psychic’, Sally Morgan holds herself with a confidence and self-belief that barely betrays a career of more than twenty years facing down sceptics and cynics of her ‘gift’. It’s only in the last 4 years her career has expanded stratospherically with TV programmes Sally Morgan: Star Psychic and Psychic Sally: On the Road, two books and a third on the way in 2011, a nationwide tour and even a documentary about her recent gastric band operation.

Today Sally has joined the steadily-growing ranks of TV psychics trying to satisfy the nation’s hunger for the paranormal and supernatural. Having done readings for the cream of ITV2’s Z-list and reality TV stars (Brian Dowling, Kym Marsh, Danny Dyer…), I have to admit I was a little shocked when she revealed her most distinguished client to have been Princess Diana.

‘I was her psychic for over four years but our relationship was strictly professional. I remember one Boxing Day whilst having a big family dinner the phone rang. I answered it and was amazed to hear Diana on the end of the line, apologising for disturbing me and my family, obviously I told her it was no problem. It was such a hilarious moment as my mum was doing the typical, “I mean who phones on Boxing Day…who is it?…who is it?!” and I was trying to mime to her, whilst listening intently, “It’s the princess, the Princess of Wales”. I think that is the only time I have broken off from a roast turkey! She was a remarkable woman whom I highly respected; I am honoured to have known her.’

Perhaps it’s the earnestness and honesty in Sally’s words that have earned her that coveted title of ‘Britain’s best-loved psychic’ and the trust of the ‘people’s princess’, but I’d be more inclined to say it’s that she seems a lot less mad than some of the other psychics on the scene. There’s a big difference, she notes, between the genuine ones and the ones who know how to work an audience.

‘For me it is about validation. If they make a connection with you, if they give you information about your life that they could not have known, if they give you validation that they are indeed speaking to a relative or loved one in spirit then you have to just trust your instinct.’ I’m a little wary myself of Sally’s ‘gift’. I am a card-carrying cynic and hardly the first to ask Sally about the ethics of making money out of the gullible who are simply searching for reassurance and the last chance to say goodbye to a loved one.

Her technique is described by sceptics as ‘cold reading’, a term used (mainly pejoratively) for the throwing out of common words, names and images to be seized upon by a (usually already believing) sitter and made to ‘fit’ their life. Inevitably her controversial career choice has led to her being brandished by cynics as a phony and a fake, playing on the emotions of the grieving and the desperate. Indeed her £1.50 a minute ‘live psychic readings’ with hand-picked clairvoyants and her equally priced ‘psychic texts’ seem only to be fuelling the fire for her cynics.

Nevertheless, Sally is quick to justify the price she slaps on her gift: ‘From seeing me on TV, you may think that my life looks glamorous, but I still have bills to pay and mouths to feed like the next person. I would be unable to dedicate so much of my life to sharing my gift if I was unable to survive. I am genuine and it is people’s prerogative whether they want to spend their money to come and see me. The way I see it there is no difference to paying to get your hair done, or buying a new pair of shows; if it makes you feel better about yourself then it is an investment.’

I’m stunned for a moment by the forthrightness with which Sally talks about her ‘career’, for Sally has managed to turn a gift that she discovered at the age of 4 into a lucrative and ever-expanding business. ‘The first “experience” I remember clearly was when I was four years old. I was at nursery and I asked my teacher why my granddad couldn’t be with me. My teacher told me that no-one was allowed their granddad in the class with them and then I pointed at a girl in my class and asked why she was allowed. I could see as clear as day an old man dressed in a full length coat stood next to this girl.

‘The teacher asked me where this man was and so I went right up to him and pointed. The man smiled at me and then just disappeared. No one else in the room saw him.’ Nowadays, it still seems like Sally is trying to get her head around the idea of contacting spirits, ‘as bizarre as it sounds it is like putting a plug in a socket! Just before I go on stage I allow myself to open up to spirit world and suddenly I connect. When I am on stage there are many ways in which people in spirit present themselves to me; sometimes I can just hear them, other times I can see them and occasional my body will act out their characteristics. Messages can often be difficult to pick up and I almost have to sieve through what I am hearing until I can make a strong link. A good way to describe it is to imagine playing ten different radio stations at the same time and trying to just focus on one of them – it’s not easy and requires a lot of concentration and trust. I trust what is being said to me and never interpret.’

Surely she must have a considerable responsibility when channelling the information she receives? ‘I don’t believe that I have the right to edit the information I receive and therefore I generally speak as I hear. There have been a few times over the years where a reading has been particular distressing for me and the person in the audience.’

Sally, with her disarmingly warm personality, genuinely seems like she wants to help people. ‘Even now at the age of 59 and having years of experience I find my gift incredible; I don’t think I will ever fully understand how I can do what I do. Forming a connection between a person and their loved one in spirit is magical. Being able to make that bond with spirit and giving validation to the individual in front fills me with so much joy. I have helped and comforted thousands of people over the years and for that I am forever grateful.’ It’s difficult not to be impressed by her sincerity.

She’s a wily businesswoman, for sure, and she hasn’t missed a trick in charging for the insight of one of her readings, but there’s something very genuine about Sally’s desire to comfort people. I’m not quite as convinced as Sally about the authenticity of her business however; ‘mediumship has gained approval and acceptance in the last decade,’ she insists. Surely she’s got a lot of work on her hands if she’s going to convince the whole world she’s the real deal, hasn’t she? ‘I’m getting a bit fed up with qualifying what I do and so instead of trying to prove my ability I simply ask the sceptics to prove to me that there is no afterlife; prove that I am in-fact mad! I’m still an ordinary person, a wife, mother and grandmother. To be honest I just want to share my experiences of the spirit world and show people that although my gift is bizarre it is amazing too.’

Sally is currently touring the country until November 2011. For dates and venues, check her website: www.sallymorgan.tv

The price of truth – an interview with Oliver August

We all claim to be after truth. But sometimes real truth comes at a price that few have the strength or integrity to pay. The distinguished foreign correspondent Oliver August shows Cherwell the twilight side of international journalism.

Oxford Tube in motorway crash

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Seventeen people were rushed to hospital after an Oxford Tube coach met with a road accident on Saturday night.

The coach overturned as it was leaving the motorway on its way to Oxford from London. No other vehicles appear to have been involved.

Stagecoach, the company that runs the Oxford Tube service, commented, “The coach, which had 34 passengers on board, is understood to have gone through a barrier and ended up on its side.”

Thames Valley police have confirmed that most of the passengers taken to hospital have since been discharged, although two passengers remain in Oxford’s John Radcliffe hospital with severe injuries. It is uncertain whether any of the passengers were students.

Stagecoach commented, “safety is our absolute priority. We have operated the Oxford Tube since 1987 and we have never had an incident of this particular nature before. Our immediate thoughts are with those who have been injured in the accident.”

The company has said that it will be carrying out its own internal investigation and assisting the police with their inquiries into the accident.

Police have recovered the vehicle from the scene of the accident and have opened an inquiry into the causes of the incident. It has been suggested that the driver took the wrong exit when leaving the motorway.

The 24 hour London – Oxford Tube service is popular with students. The accident comes in the wake of a collision involving an Oxford varsity ski trip coach on the M25 last week.

Christmas poems: Clarissa Pabi reads "Dirty Old Man"

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The text of the poem, along with some discussion with the poet, can be found in our Books and Exhibitions section at http://www.cherwell.org/sec/11.

The Battle of Westminster in pictures

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Cherwell photographers were in Parliament Square to witness the events at Parliament Square as the government voted for a significant rise in university fees.

 

Protesters gather outside ULU to march to Parliament Square. (Sophie Balfour-Lynn)

 

 

Curious Londoners have a look at what’s going on in the streets. (Jessica Goodman)

 

 

‘Tax the rich, don’t make ordinary people pay for the financial crisis’ – the message of the day. (Sophie Balfour-Lynn)

 

 

A policeman admits that he too opposes the rise in fees. (Sophie Balfour-Lynn)

 

 

The megaphones are out and the familiar slogans are heard again. (Jessica Goodman)

 

 

Even Oxford candidates skipped their interviews to participate in the protests. (Sophie Balfour-Lynn)

 

 

Red screams out from the crowd everywhere you look. (Jessica Goodman)

 

 

‘No ifs, no buts, no education cuts!’ (Jessica Goodman)

 

 

Construction workers are impressed by the energy of the protest. (Sophie Balfour-Lynn)

 

 

The police file in, getting themselves into position as they get ready to contain the protesters. (Sophie Balfour-Lynn)

 

 

Police start their kettling tactics. (Jessica Goodman)

 

 

Confusion reigns as students cannot get out of Parliament Square. (Sophie Balfour-Lynn)

 

 

Protesters hold an impromptu street rave to pass the time. (Jessica Goodman)

 

 

Some people tried to find exits out of Parliament Square and avoid being kettled. (Jessica Goodman)

 

 

The mood tenses as students were waiting for the results of the vote. (Jessica Goodman)

 

 

The police stand firm, trying to protect Parliament from angry protesters. (Alistair Smout)

 

 

Some students scale the police fencing out of boredom. (Jessica Goodman)

 

 

Protesters make themselves at home on the statues. (Jessica Goodman)

 

 

Statues join the students’ struggle. (Jessica Goodman)

 

 

Looking on to Parliament and hoping for the best. (Jessica Goodman)

 

 

Clashes between students and police were a frequent sight throughout the day. (Alistair Smout)

 

 

Many people kept their faces covered, to avoid the cold and the watchful gaze of authority. (Sophie Balfour-Lynn)

 

 

The vote passes and students start building bonfires… (Jessica Goodman)

 

 

… and burning benches or anything they can lay their hands on. (Jessica Goodman)

 

 

Students grow more and more restless as the day went on. Some even pose for photos in front of damaged police vans. (Jessica Goodman)

 

 

A disillusioned student. (Jessica Goodman)

 

 

As night falls things get completely out of control. (Sophie Balfour-Lynn)

 

 

At 7 o’clock, people are finally allowed to leave the square, one by one, being filmed as they left. (Jessica Goodman)

 

 

As the night came, some people headed off to Oxford Street to continue the protest. (Jessica Goodman)

 

 

People’s moods are not at a high point after the result of the vote. (Jessica Goodman)

 

 

Most people call it a day and try to use the vandalised telephone boxes to call home while the protest continued on Oxford Street. (Jessica Goodman)

 

 

Who knows what will happen next… (Jessica Goodman)

The X3 protests

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Brasenose Principal to retire

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The Principal of Brasenose College, Professor Roger Cashmore, whose use of expenses was recently questioned, is to retire at the end of this academic year.

Cashmore was the subject of national media attention when, in May this year, a report leaked to Cherwell suggested he and his wife had misused college travel expenses.

Following this, a source claimed in October, that the Governing Body of Brasenose had passed a motion of no confidence against him.

The 66 year old has been on research leave since October, with Professor Alan Bowman acting as Principal.

According to a statement issued by the college, the experimental physicist plans to concentrate on his research projects which include work on the Large Hadron Collider and a recent appointment as Chairman of the UK Atomic Energy Authority.

Cashmore, a Cambridge and Balliol alumnus, has been Principal of Brasenose since 2002 and oversaw celebrations to mark the College’s quincentenary last year, including a visit by the Queen.

Why I wasn’t protesting on Thursday

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Do you ever feel out of step with your own age group? I do. Almost all the time, in fact. Take music: to me, dubstep sounds like one of those old-fashioned modems exploding to the accompaniment of a gut-thumping bass-line that has the uncomfortable effect of making you want to scratch your Adam’s apple from the inside. Also, why call it dubstep? It goes wub. “Dubstep” sounds like a dance craze from the 1940s. Music is only the start, however. I’d rather have a double espresso than a red bull; a dry martini over a strawberry daiquiri; Newsnight instead of Glee. You can imagine how I felt, then, when there emerged yet another way for me to feel out of touch with my peers.

I confess I didn’t protest on Thursday, the day of the tuition fees vote. I’m probably not alone in this. Nevertheless, I wish to defend my position. I absolutely hate noisy crowds. Politics and ideology aside, the idea of being in an over-excited group of people chanting slogans (many of which don’t even scan) appeals to me about as much as the thought of listening to dub-step.

In fact, I imagine going on a demo would be much like going to a music festival, though of course I can’t be sure, since due to my aforementioned dislike of noisy crowds I have experienced neither demo nor festival. I’m not claustrophobic, just slightly misanthropic. I can cope with an orderly queue, and I have no problem being in a packed lift or train carriage, because in this country there are strict regulations about those things: do not talk, do not make eye contact etc.

A protest, however, is by its very nature chaotic. A structure of sorts is imposed by the route of the march, but the point of a protest is not to get from A to B, and, at any rate, no one ever sticks to the planned route.

In every way, protests are messy. Not my cup of tea, I’m afraid. Best let other people get on with it. They’d do a much better job of it than I ever could. If I were occupying the Rad Cam I would ask people to be quiet so that I could get some sleep. I would bring a folding chair and a book to a sit-in. On a march I would get annoyed if the people in front of me weren’t walking quickly enough.

Please don’t think, though, that I am opposed to protests in principle. On the contrary, I think they are terribly important. Every so often, in extreme cases, citizens need something more direct than the ballot box in order to register their disapproval. For this reason the right to protest is one that ought to be valued above almost all others, and should be considered nearly as important as the right to vote itself. With rights come certain responsibilities, however. As a vital channel of democracy, protesting should be afforded a great deal of respect, both by the protesters themselves and, crucially, by those in authority. Both groups seem to have forgotten this, though.

The effectiveness of the kind of demonstrating we have seen recently is only going to be damaged if people take it too far too regularly, and on too flimsy a pretext. Making students pay for degrees that they stand to benefit from is hardly an injustice of the severity to inspire a Mahatma Gandhi or a Martin Luther King. In fact it seems to have inspired the kind of people who get a kick from fighting authority purely for its own sake; in most people’s eyes the face of student activism is not Aaron Porter but the odious Charlie Gilmour.

Everyone agrees that education is a human right, but it is unreasonable and downright naive to argue that the principle of free education for all should extend to a situation where everybody who works for a living would be required to shoulder the entire burden of funding three year degree courses for a lucky few. The danger is that our generation will be remembered for fighting a battle of self interest. Go and ask a foreign student how much sympathy they have for the cause of “free” higher education (“free” is a misleading word: someone will have to pay). We live in a country where some people are illiterate into their teens. I am taught Latin and Greek by world experts. Why is it necessary for the taxpayer to foot the bill for my further development when schools in Britain fall so shockingly behind those of our neighbours?

I don’t understand why people like dubstep. This is a simple matter of personal preference. It is my firm belief, however, that our generation has made a mistake in choosing to fight the present cause. It may well be true that I would make a rubbish protester. Having said that, the point is not to enjoy yourself. I guess that’s what separates a truly worthwhile fight from an excuse for an anarchic day out. “Free” university is not an issue worth fighting for. That’s why I didn’t protest on Thursday. That, and the fact I was on the Varsity trip.

Why bother with Godard?

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Jean-Luc Godard is one of those figures who has become preeminent by contributing to the creation of a whole new stereotype, that of pretentiously abstruse French films. Yet his fame is puzzling even to himself: “I’ll always wonder why I’m known, because nobody sees my movies. Well, almost nobody.” He and other directors such as François Truffaut and Claude Chabrol formed what is known as the Nouvelle Vague, a cinematographic movement lauded by some for its boldness and innovation and derided by others for its self-indulgence and esoterism. Yet, as more often than not, the paradigm case hardly fits the stereotype. Godard’s oeuvre is not simply an array of masterfully crafted but impenetrable films with odd narratives and odder characters; on the contrary, his films have a lot to teach us about cinema.

Godard is renowned for being a maverick who would do things exactly the way he wanted them, with little consideration for practical or even legal concerns. He would often film for only two hours a day, sometimes cancelling the whole shoot on the morning because he wasn’t feeling inspired. To evade the Kafkaesque grasp of the French bureaucracy, he decided to record the sound during post-production, which meant that he didn’t have to comply with regulations concerning sound technicians. He even went as far as scrapping the entire script of À bout de souffle (1960) after he started to film and rewrote the dialogue on set.

This idiosyncratic approach extended to his style of directing, where Godard rejected all the narrative and cinematographic conventions of the time. His use of the jump cut in À bout de souffle is still cited as one of the most daring moves in the history of modern cinema. In a famous car scene, the two main protagonists, Michel Poiccard and Patricia Franchini (played by Jean-Paul Belmondo and Jean Seberg respectively) are arguing whilst driving around Paris. The camera never leaves Seberg, and Godard occasionally leaves out bits of the footage in order to cut to the same shot later in time, a technique which is called jump cutting. (Type “Godard breathless car scene” into YouTube to see the scene.)

Consider how the directing of this scene differs from standard conventions. In Hollywood at the time, and to a large extent still today, if you wanted to show a conversation you would just film it with no pauses, alternating between both characters, i.e. using the shot/countershot technique. Alternatively, perhaps if you wanted to show tension between the characters, you would add some silence in between their lines. No need for jump cuts.

Both methods of directing and writing have their uses, but what Godard does show us that others fail to is a new perspective on cinema. By presenting us with a different way of putting a story to screen, he opens our eyes to how surprisingly formatted by convention mainstream films are. Watching a Godard film may at first seem odd, unnatural even, but once you realize what makes it so, you suddenly grasp precisely what other directors do to prevent that sensation.

So watching Godard – on top of being a pleasure in itself – is an education in the conventions of cinema. The most interesting part is that fifty years after the release of À bout de souffle and eighty years after Godard’s birth, you might think that these conventions would have changed. But the forms Godard was conscientiously going against have hardly altered. Some changes have been made to accommodate advances in technology, but the director’s basic tools, such as shot/countershot, persist.