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No Skinner off his nose

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The name of Quentin Skinner really ought to be more well-known and resonant than it presently is. Offered a teaching fellowship at Christ’s College, Cambridge upon his graduation based solely on his examination results (a starred first), Professor Skinner’s career has been long, productive and eminent. Praising Oxford’s multidisciplinarity, Skinner casually states that “in some ways I admire Oxford more”. Astonishingly, one of Cambridge’s premier historians could have easily come to Oxford: “I did in fact apply to Oxford and was accepted by Balliol, but in those days there were scholarship examinations … and the one at Cambridge came up first and I took that.” His taste for multidisciplinarity has led him to make brilliant contributions to history, philosophy, politics and even English literature. As an academic, he has anxieties about the rise in tuition fees: he worries about the socially regressive effects, and thinks that the future of universities outside Oxbridge and London is gloomy. Speaking of the universities of this country, he thinks that we “ought to be thinking about ourselves more as a community, but our political masters have told us all to compete with one another.”

Despite the seemingly public relevance of Skinner’s work, he is wary about becoming a public intellectual: “I think there’s a tremendous danger to be avoided there, which is simply that of becoming a pundit, that you have some particular expertise but then you start talking about everything. Very soon you will start talking about things you know nothing about.” I bring up the examples of Dawkins and Hitchens, and while Skinner is careful not to skewer either of them directly and distinguishes between the two, he thinks that someone like Hitchens is the type of intellectual who might “simply end up as someone with opinions.” Being an “opinion machine is … going to lead you to say things which are quite likely to be silly … or which are ignorant.” Dawkins’s polemics tend to “be a little simple-minded or … don’t do justice to some of the questions that might be raised.” There is, he thinks, another kind of atheist, counter to Dawkins and Bertrand Russell, and these are nonetheless interested in religion as “a binding force of societies which might be important irrespective of its truth”: he cites Hobbes, Spinoza and Feuerbach as examples.

Many political acts seem unideological to us, or perhaps pseudo-ideological, but Skinner is adamant that there is a general link between political principles and actions, and “the linkage operates through the key concept of legitimation … in democratic political societies, what you can do in politics depends on what you can legitimise.” Skinner therefore contends that “politicians are condemned to operate within the normative boundaries set up by the existing values of their society.” There is “a unity of theory and practice, always.” Politicians can affect the range of reference of the terms we use to express our principles: he cites, for example, child abuse legislation: “the range of social behaviour which would now be brought under the heading of child abuse and therefore condemned is much wider than it was a generation ago.” But he thinks that “we don’t look to our politicians to be innovators at the level of principle. What we want in politicians is people who are good at running the apparatus of government within the parameters set by values of democracy.”

Since Skinner says, in response to theorists attempting to fix the definitions of terms such as ‘liberty’ and ‘state’, that the battle is all there is, I ask him if the same does not apply to his own work. His reply here is characteristically humble: he is a man who wears his learning lightly. He prefers to see his work, in a rather charming metaphor, as “interventions in some existing conversation.” “The debate is a conversation, it goes on endlessly, it doesn’t have a conclusion.” When I worry that historical writing often ages quite ungracefully, Skinner is quick to point out that “if anything ages less gracefully than history, it is science. Scientific theories as they stand may all be false.” There is, he hypothesises, a “spectrum of decay of cultural objects, where the most open to decay might turn out to be scientific theories and the least open to decay might turn out to be very great lyric poetry.” Here he betrays his literary sympathies and remarks, in wonder, that “it is however astounding to reflect that Shakespeare still holds the stage in the twenty-first century.” He is, however, stoic about his own work, about becoming “footnotes in a history of our subject.”

He does expresse a couple of professional regrets: one of them is not making a more substantial and coherent statement on historical explanation and interpretation. Yet it is heartening to know that for a man nearing seventy, Skinner is exploring new directions: as Professor of the Humanities at Queen Mary, London, Skinner happily states that “I don’t have to call myself a historian or philosopher, and I find it very liberating. I feel a certain liberation from the professional straitjacket of intellectual history and political theory.”

He is giving the prestigious Clarendon lectures (which makes him the latest in a list of luminaries with names such as Frank Kermode and Margaret Atwood) this academic year at Oxford on “classical theories of rhetoric and their revival and development in the Renaissance.” Skinner’s career, it seems, is going through its own renaissance.

From the player’s mouth

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Blues Rugby League

Oxford Rugby League played its inaugural double home fixture this week against Exeter’s first and and second teams. The Blues form had been patchy coming into the game, but a strong win against Loughborough meant many in the camp were optimistic against a hitherto undefeated Exeter side.

The Maroons, who had not played for two weeks, started strongly, taking a ten point early lead and dominating both possession and territory. Oxford were, however, unable to turn this pressure into a flood of points floor and a momentary lapse in defensive resolve saw a fielded kick returned for a try. This was to be their only error of the game, and the maroons came away 10 – 6 winners.

The Blues game was equally well-fought, playing against a team coming off the back of a 78-0 rumbling of Northampton the previous week. The conditions led to many errors which demanded much from their defensive efforts, but for most of the first half, Oxford kept Exeter at bay. Exeter did manage to convert pressure into points and went in at half time in the lead. The second half saw a rejuvenated Blues side begin to attack with more veracity. Tries came from pivot Ben Calverley and two from wing George Darrah, tying the game up at 20-20 with not much time to play. As the final seconds of the match ebbed away, Oxford entered the Exeter half and won a penalty, calmly converted by Calverley, taking the Blues into a two point lead. An Oxford win seemed likely, however, in the cruelest of twists, a misfielded kick into the Oxford in-goal zone was grounded by a charging Exeter player and given as a try in what was the last play of the game.

Joe Davidson

Blues Rugby

Oxford 0

Saracens 55

What can be better than a crisp Monday night down at Iffley Road watching the Blues take on some quality Premiership opposition? Is there cheaper entertainment when a ticket is a pound and a beer and burger set you back just a pound more?

This Monday saw the visit of a Saracens side in which every player bar one had experienced first team Premiership rugby and each member of the front row had international caps. On the wing was England Saxons star Noah Cato who was to prove a real handful for a Blues side that showed plenty of promise over the course of the game but who ultimately came up just short against what was undoubtedly an extremely high quality opposition.

With tries being run in fairly frequently, it would be easy to forget the moments of high quality rugby from the Blues. Ball in hand, this year’s crop are an exciting team to watch and a string of disappointing results will not dishearten what is a very united squad.

Next up for the Blues is a Northampton U21 side who will visit Iffley Road next Monday to play what will be Oxford’s final game before Varsity.

If ever the team needed a large and vocal backing that game will be it and with the entry deals as they are, there really is no excuse to stay away!

James Crozier

Blues Lacrosse

Oxford 18

Bristol 7

A tale of revenge, brutality and no mercy. Oxford were out to prove a point to a team that had disgraced themselves in all aspects of sportsmanship. At the first game of the term the Bristol side had beaten Oxford 7-5 after having failed to inform the Oxford team that they were not playing on the traditional grass surface that is associated with lacrosse, forcing the Oxford elite to play in a mismatch of casual shoes. Unsportingly, Bristol had refused to replay the match, knowing that Oxford was the better side. Therefore in this long awaited ‘Clash of the Titans’ the hardened band of Oxford brothers were out to teach their opposition a valuable lesson in the art of lacrosse.

Tensions were escalated before play began as midfielder John Patten dislocated his shoulder in a heated warm up session. However the team continued with heads held high under the experienced eyes of leader Abdul El-Sayed. The first half of the game was slow to start with an even display of goals from both sides, as well as ferocious defensive attitude. The first half did see superb finishes from Americans Mike Broida, Elias Rothblatt and Peter Windsor, as well as from veteran British pros such as Gareth Shellard, Matt Beresford and Mikey Davis and, despite a strong show from the Bristol side, Oxford had gained a 6 goal lead by half time.

In the final stage of the match Oxford collectively realised their ambition as a cohesive unit of men and surged forward. Defensive masters Abdul, Tom Clohessy and Stephen Gaw managed to repel Bristol attacks under the watchful gaze of goalie Cyprian Yonge, whilst at the other end of the field goal after goal found the back of the Bristol net, including a series of left hand cranks by Mike Broida, epic dives by Matt Beresford and a first goal for Oxford lacrosse from Joe Lockey. As the final whistle blew, Bristol left the pitch with their feet dragging and heads pointed to the floor, while the Dark Blues’ resounding cheer was said to be heard from inside the Bodleian library. Oxford 18, Bristol 7. The Oxford reign continues.

John Patten

They think it’s all over

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So this is the last time you will be treated to the wonders of Cherwell Sport for this term. We appreciate it will be hard to carry on without your weekly dose of banterous match reports, terrible puns and photos which have very little to do with the article they are printed alongside – but we can offer you a parting gift of two recommendations to keep your Oxford sporting life ticking over through the holidays.

The first of these is the Football Blues vs. United Nations XI taking place at Iffley Road this Saturday 27th October, kick off at 2 o’clock. The Staff Union of the United Nations International Criminal Tribunal for the former Yugoslavia has created a social campaign group called Sporting Lives. The group aims to ‘focus on eradicating the stigma for people living with HIV/AIDS and playing sports.’ The UN team, including more nationalities than the current Arsenal squad (although apparently this side can hold onto a 2-0 half time lead…), will also be playing games against Cambridge University and a Parliamentary XI to highlight their fantastic cause. All support at this free event would be very welcome.

Our second recommendation is predictable. The 129th varsity rugby match takes place on Sunday 9th December at Twickenham, as the dark blues take on their Cambridge counterparts. The Blues have had a disappointing season, with defeats against all of the teams they have faced, but that will all be forgotten if they triumph in this game.

It promises to be entertaining and hard fought but even if it isn’t it’s a great chance to catch up with friends and get a bit drunk.

That’s all folks, hope to see you next term.

Football: The Blues versus College debate

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Sitting in the away end at Anfield I never thought that I would live to see the day when my local non league side Havant and Waterlooville would be leading Premier League giants Liverpool 2-1 with minutes to go until half-time.

Unfortunately, the dream proved to be short lived as Steven Gerrard and Peter Crouch entered the fray and ensured that the Merseysiders progressed into the next round. This kind of practice can be seen every day in the sphere of college football where there is a definite difference in ability between your everyday college footballer and a first choice blues pick.

Earlier in the term there was controversy where an unfortunate Blues player was seriously injured during a routine college match, causing him to miss the rest of the season. This incident lead to calls for a blanket withdrawal of Blues players from college games. However, a settled compromise seems to have been reached with current Captain Elliot Thomas introducing a discretionary approach and leaving it to his players to decide whether it is appropriate to play.

In a way, the Blues versus college debate seems to be the reverse of the well-publicised club versus country debate that has raged throughout recent Premier League campaigns. Once a player joins the Blues team then this should be the primary focus of his footballing career as opposed to the situation nationally where it is assumed that allegiance to your club side is of primary importance.

The wellbeing of a Blue’s player leading up to the all important varsity match is obviously imperative but choosing to play for their college can alter the outcome of the college sporting season. It would seem obvious that there is a temptation for a side chasing promotion or fighting relegation to bring in a Blues player for that crucial game but it is not a luxury that all teams have at their disposal. The JCR football league is the embodiment of college sporting spirit and togetherness and the league table should have the focus of telling us who the best team is come the end of the season, not who has the ability to bring it players of better quality once it comes to the crunch.

I know this may sound silly when one considers a parallel example from the Premier League and I am not suggesting in any way that we should limit the number of international players allowed in any one squad (how else would Manchester City field a first XI?) but I do think that some sort of limitation might be appropriate in the college setting. It’s in the interest of rewarding the efforts of those who have competed across the course of the season and not allowing them to fall at the final hurdle when a Blues striker scores a decisive hat trick in his first appearance for his college side.

As American as Apple Pie

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When I was younger, I never quite realized the implications of the saying that something was as American as apple pie. After all, growing up in New England, apple pie was ubiquitous, served as a favoured dessert on holidays in all seasons, whether the Fourth of July or Thanksgiving. Apple-picking in the fall is a time-honoured tradition, and oftentimes the fruit picked in orchards would then be baked into tasty pies for our consumption.

But while the friends I’ve made in Britain have for the most part sampled apple pie, it’s in no way a traditional end to a meal. And for that matter, neither is pumpkin pie, which is not only rare but also a food whose mention elicits a curious response. Most people ask how pumpkin could possibly be made into a sweet treat; isn’t it a vegetable, savoury if anything? My only response can be to try and conjure up the scent of sugar and cinnamon, wafting from a golden pumpkin tart – truly incomparable. It’s not just meal-ending foods either; cornbread isn’t found very much at all this side of the Atlantic, and neither are corn muffins, its brethren. Interestingly enough, snacks are also included in the transoceanic divide; a mention of Goldfish invokes questions about how you could possibly eat a squirming live fish, before I can rush to explain that in fact I mean Pepperidge Farm’s cheddar (or pretzel, or parmesan, or pizza-flavoured) crackers shaped like small fish.

In addition, foods that are highly recognizable at both ends of the pond used in what I’d consider traditional combinations as an American bring forth looks of distaste when mentioned here in Oxford. Take peanut butter and jelly, for example. PB&J is a classic sandwich, evoking memories of elementary school lunches with an apple and some carrot sticks and a chocolate chip cookie on the side. At first, when friends seemed disgusted by the idea of such a sandwich, I thought it might be because what the British call jam or preserves we also call jelly in America, mixing the terms informally. But to my surprise, when I substituted jam and described a peanut butter and jam sandwich, the response wasn’t much better. The same thing happened when I was talking about Thanksgiving specials like sweet potatoes and marshmallows. Separate, they’re both enjoyed here, but never melted together into a sweet, gooey casserole dish.

I never know when a food I view as classic is going to be viewed as a bolt from the blue in culinary conversation. Not only do I understand why some victuals are so unique as to be as American as apple pie; I realize there are a lot more than I ever imagined.

In the closet

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As we approach the end of term, thoughts of travel naturally arise, so many adventures home and abroad. The main thing with these is to return rested and restored, replete with memorable anecdotes for the endless cocktail hour that is Hilary Term. Since no good story features wardrobe embarrassment, either in the content or the delivery, do proceed carefully, as follows:

 

Maximize sartorial options on the road by treating your travel case like your closet, storing toiletries, books and other diversions in a separate satchel. Wear your heaviest pair of shoes and pack your lightest (pair or pairs), and travel out in the same ensemble in which you will return.

 

Whilst abroad, remember our earlier encouragement to appear effortlessly arrived, which is to say, as if you never left. Nothing tells a tourist more than ‘travel’ kit, and while the destination climate may well require special arrangements (shorter trousers, or a tie you can wear to the beach), do resist the temptation to wear wrinkle-free fabrics, anything with ‘extra’ pockets, or a jacket that compresses into a key chain.

 

Especially if you have arranged particular engagements before departure (such as dinner reservations, a debutante ball, or something fancy dress), it pays to pack accordingly, so do give some thought to what might look best on each day’s occasion. We know some very fashionable people, not all of them gentlemen, who wear only certain colours which they know do well together. While the practice is slightly conservative on the home front, though no less effective for this reason, it makes eminent sense when taking the show on tour, celebrating the freedom of reduced circumstances. Finally, do leave a small amount of space in your packing for chance acquisitions, bearing in mind that intensely regional dress tends not to travel very well, if at all. Depending on how far you’ve ventured, all manner of sartorial indulgence may be justified, by the certain knowledge that none of your friends will return in the winter with the same pieces in their closet.

It’ll be lonely (planet) this Xmas

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It’s the season of good will to all men, roughly translated as major family time that you’re not getting out of. Time to sit around the fire, playing board games and have deep and meaningful conversations about everything that’s happened over the last twelve months, precisely the last time when Trivial Pursuit came out of the cupboard. Some people love Christmas, some people hate it, so we thought we’d look at some places to escape or embrace those Christmas traditions, and whether now is the time to take a little break to somewhere infinitely more exciting.

As Tony Wheeler, the co-founder of the phenomenally successful “Lonely Planet” series argues, as students, this is the most exciting time in your life to travel: “I still like that idea of [being] young, going off on a first trip, changing your mind forever. That’s still something that really appeals to me. Young people are in many ways pioneers, they’re doing things that later on would be too uncomfortable for them”.

Convincing enough, but most people spend their time and money travelling over the twelve weeks of the Summer vac. So is there any case for going away at Christmas, when prices and gimmicks are hiked up to the max? I asked Tony about the pros and cons of visiting places at peak times: “I think there’s very good reasons why there are peak times. But in some places, it’s so overpowered, so if you can, find things that are just a little bit off peak. You go to France in August, and every Frenchman is on holiday, you can’t find a place on the beach. But you go just one month away from it and suddenly the crowds have disappeared.” It’s true that avoiding “wall-to-wall crowds” is probably a positive thing, but the advantages of long university holidays, starting well before the school holidays break up, mean that we can just about avoid the absolute peak time, as well as getting all the perks of the winter season. After all, there’s no substitute for the sparkly lights and Christmas trees in Brussels or Paris.

When I contacted the STA travel press office, they were more than happy to ream off a number of festive destinations with all the promises of crisp snow and warm food: “Scotland is amazing at Christmas as it’s cold, crisp and often snow covered. Paris is indulgent and luxurious – freezing cold in the winter – and perfect for feasting and winter festivities. And Amsterdam, being one of the party capitals of Europe, is the ideal place to spend New Year.” Add to that their special discounts for students, package deals and off-peak rates, and that traditional Christmas abroad is looking all the more enticing.
So it’s possible to do this holiday perhaps cheaper than originally expected. A further few clicks on the Internet, and I’ve found, surely the ultimate Christmas location: the Santa Claus village in Rovaniemi, Lapland. I’m reliably informed of it’s history by the website, which says that “about a hundred years ago, a passer-by started spreading the word about Ear Mountain and the existence of its inhabitants. Santa wanted to safeguard the tranquillity of his secret hiding place and came up with a superb idea that also allowed him to meet people who love Christmas and his many friends who come to greet him.” Wasn’t that clever of Santa? I don’t think its me being overly cynical to suggest that perhaps this isn’t entirely true. It’s not that I don’t want to believe it, it was a very sad day indeed when my Mum told me Father Christmas didn’t exist. But can you escape the fact that most Christmas activities are just put on for tourists?

Wheeler’s view on this is clear and pragmatic: “Look, they are put on for tourists. But I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.” Enjoyment should be the most important criteria, and those traditional destinations are often the very best for that warm festive feeling, “go somewhere like New York, and Christmas is one of the best times of year. The place feels like Christmas, there’s unusual snowfall as well, which is even better”.

Yet the man himself, Wheeler not Santa, likes to spend his Christmasses in Australia, where his family are very much of the view that “Christmas should be summer”: “it’s entirely different what people expect. When do you go skiing? You go skiing in August? That’s the time you go skiing! But I like it either way, I’m very happy with Christmas being in the middle of summer, but I’m equally happy if I flip it around sometimes, and have a winter Christmas.”

But there’s a good reason to be somewhere entirely different for the 25th Decemeber. Whether coming from a tradition of sand or snow, Christmas is always an illuminating time to be elsewhere from the familiar according to Wheeler: “I rather like being in weird and wonderful places at strange times. I’ve had Christmas in Burma once, which was very strange, I had Christmas in Khat Man Du once, and it still is a little bit Christmassy. The mountains are covered in snow, it’s cold and chilly. Quite a few places try to put on something for the tourists there. Khat Man Du was a good place at Christmas.”

It’s interesting talking to the founder of the most successful guidebook series about peak and off-peak, popular and unusual destinations, as he’s probably personally contributed considerably to many of them being so. If a restaurant is mentioned in a Lonely Planet guidebook, it will be swamped with visitors, flouncing the competition through the sole merit of being printed within that hallowed blue cover.

Wheeler admits this is “a concern, no question. One of the things we’ve learnt over the years is to be cautious about places where we have too much influence. If we do a book about New York, London, Sydney or Paris, if we say “this restaurant is really good”, or “this restaurant is really bad”, its a factor, but it’s not an overwhelming factor. But there are some places in the world, where we have a disproportionate influence. You go to Vietnam, and the majority of people are going to be using our Vietnam guide, so we have to be really cautious of how we treat places there, because you can make or you can break places. We’ve learnt over the years to use our influence carefully, when it needs to be used carefully.”

But although these writers have a great deal of influence, the nature of their influence is changing thanks to the Internet. I asked Wheeler about how he thought online forums were changing the nature of the guidebook: “I think these days people are looking for information in all sorts of different ways. Print isn’t dying, print is as popular as ever, it’s just that it’s not always on paper. We’re reading more than we ever did. We’re having to send our writers out to research things, not really knowing how it’s going to end up. They’re researching things which may end up on the website, may end up on an iPhone or iPad or in a book.”

The Internet and technology has functioned to raise our expectations of information, “What we’re seeing at the moment is with the latest digital phones and smart phones you can do so much more. You have that advantage of things you can do digitally which you can’t do with a guidebook. We used to send the writers out and say “get us a good restaurant”. Then we had to say, “here’s a good restaurant, and here’s the website for it”, now we have to say “what’s the latitude and longitudes of it, pinpoint the position of it.” That’s becoming what you have to do these days.”

So Tony Wheeler and the Lonely Planet attempt to raise the standard of travel around the globe, whatever the time of year. But, crucially, and perhaps surprisingly, there is very little pretension surrounding him. I’m sure I’m not the only person to have met a snotty Lonely Planet carrier who’s out to find “the real, local experience”, but this is not Tony himself: “If it’s authentic, and you want that element about it, then that’s great. But I’m not particularly worried about authenticity”.
And this is our ultimate point. Christmas is so marketable, it’s not going to be ignored by half-savvy businessmen. But that doesn’t mean we should dismiss it either. “I’ve been to lots of places which have no interest in Christmas, it’s not one of their holidays at all, and with tourists there, they’ll do something for Christmas with that. It’s more fun being there at the time of a local holiday, and jumping into that, doing something you haven’t experienced before, but hey, there’s nothing wrong with our holidays as well.”

Creaming Spires

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Oh em gee. Big Willy is getting married to Babykins! I’m talking, bien sur, about the royal engagement, which does sound like a euphemism for a sex act (slurping Cava out of an appropriate orifice? Coming simultaneously whilst wearing taffeta?) but is, for once in this column, quite literally what it sounds like, our Prince is marrying his Uni sweetheart. Shucks. Now I imagine this event has more relevance to students here at Oxford than to most. There must be, say, a strong ten percent of us who are related to one of the happy couple, or at least our families are mutually involved in some sort of time share arrangement in the Bahamas. Hell, I sat next to a girl in hall last night who lives down the road from the Babykins clan (they’re a lovely, normal family in case you’re wondering). But my issue is, they don’t seem like a very sexual couple, do they? I mean, I wasn’t expecting Will to start rutting away at Kate’s soon to be royal vajayjay as soon as the camera faded out on the announcement, or for Kate to be coquettishly wiping a suspect substance from her lips in between declaring her excitement at impending queendom (though that would, in the words of Camilla Parker-Bowles, have been ‘wicked’) but I don’t get any, you know, vibes from them at all. To the extent that the thought of Kate calling Will ‘Big Willy’ gives me a little bit of vom in the back of my throat (how appropriate it seems to evoke the gag reflex that Kate has presumably forever suppressed in her ambitious quest for a royal title). Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe in St. Andrews they were constantly braving the notoriously freezing highland temperatures with alfresco sex jaunts, getting frisky under kilts or doing unorthodox things with shortbread. But it seems unlikely somehow. It is generally hard to ascertain the nature of another couple’s sex life though, isn’t it? Unless they live in the room next to you in college AND HAVEN’T REALIZED THAT THE WALLS ARE PAPER THIN AND I CAN HEAR YOUR WHINY INTERCOURSE WHEN SHE ALLOWS IT ONCE EVERY FEW WEEKS SO PLEASE SHUT UP. Shame this column is ‘anonymous’. Cough. When I allow my mind to wander to regal coitus, I imagine that Big Willy and Babykins will have sex three times in their life (with their clothes on) purely and entirely for procreational purposes, and then apologize to one another afterwards. And good for them. Things would get really creepy if the royals started getting sexy. I mean, there’s a reason it’s dark in Kukui and that’s because watching such highly bred specimens getting nasty is like looking straight into the sun. You’re witnessing something horrifying but oddly compelling. Hurrah for Kate and Will, then. And a merry Christmas to all.

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

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It’s ‘morning all’ for the last time I’m afraid. By my calculations we’ve only got beer or brandy left, so I’ll think we’ll go for beer.

I’m a bitter man myself. The perfect pub drink, it has a pleasingly contemplative length to it. It’s all things to all men: a drink to brood over, to laugh over, to get drunk on, though I wouldn’t recommend the latter as it entails a large amount of liquid sloshing around the stomach.

At school we drank it for two reasons: bitter was a “man’s drink” and, more importantly, it was cheap. Prices have risen, but to this day I can’t stand lager: a watery, uriney, fizzy nothing that’s conducive to burping. The odd ‘silver bullet’ with a takeaway pizza in front of the television is fine, but that’s very much a compromise to student living, an acceptance and homage to the lad’s night in.

A lot of people find it hard to tell when bitter goes off, and I find that actually a surprising amount of beer is kept badly. If it tastes vinegary or wrong in any sense, trust your judgment and send it back. Even if the barman disagrees, he’ll probably do the decent thing and give you a different pint.

One last thing. The Intoxificated Awards. Best pub (and most charismatic landlord) goes to the Rose and Crown on North Parade. The Turf gets an honorary mention – perhaps we could give it Best Smoking Area or Best Pub to Celebrate in. Most Attractive Pub goes to the Bear on Blue Boar Street, and Best Bruiser goes to the Red Lion on Gloucester Green, due to it’s proximity to Ladbrookes and 9am opening time. Top Gastro Pub goes to the Black Boy up in Headington, and the Cherwell Cheap and Cheerful Award to the Three Goats Heads.

It ales me to say this, but that’s the end. I know some of you may find it dispiriting, but in the grand scheme of things, it’s small beer. Sayanora folks, and have a good vac.