Sunday 23rd November 2025
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The Tables have turned

The tension was building, emotions were running high: it had to be the Catz JCR minutes before Thursday’s table football crunch match against Teddy Hall Seconds. It all began with some cunning stunts: three Catz sirens were dispatched to the Lodge to pick up the opposition, thus ensuring lack of blood flow to their heads at kick-off. The house band was instructed to sound a drum roll. Teddy Hall could feel their coming execution in their bones.

First up the Catz General Secretary and Treasurer took to the floor, focusing sharply against the din of the raucous home crowd and the obligatory vodka shots. Eyes narrowed and heart rates quickened as up stepped the Goliaths of Teddy Hall, but these were men with a lot of wrist action in the last few days: ten minutes later the battle was over. First blood to Catz. Courtney Yusuf was a constant verbal menace whilst Grace Smith used her knowledge of the rules to outlawyer them.

After a few boring games it all built up to the ecstatic climax, the final match on which it all rested: Treasurer Sam Briggs vs. The Ginger Bloke From Teddy Hall. A rapid pass from defence to attack, Briggs bursting into the box like it was a Hassan’s takeaway. .. and BAM!! It’s all over! Catz are on top of the world! Teddy Hall are crying like girls! Why did we care about table football? Why were we dressed in full football kit? How did they develop real football from its original status as a table based game? All these questions seemed irrelevant against the backdrop of our delirium.

Stash: All the gear and no idea

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Once upon a time, playing against somebody wearing some sort of official stash indicated that the average player – by which I mean myself – was up for the same level as embarrassment as a year eight boy in a swimming lesson when one his class-mates has a beard. These days, things are less certain. The reason: everyone is wearing it. I even saw a dark blue modern pentathlon training top this morning, although how useful a stash top is in a discipline that involves horse riding and swimming is debatable.

My housemate plays rugby league (or RUGBEH LEEG as it should properly be called), and yesterday came down to breakfast in stash trackies, vest and hoody. Presumably if you cut him in half the letters OURLFC would also be written through him like a stick of rock. I can hardly claim to be blameless in this. Somewhere at home lies – unworn, I hasten to add – a purchase of such stash-hungry, narcissistic proportions it makes an ‘Oxford University’ hoody look like the kind of thing you could wear to a rough local on a Friday night: a bright red, New College Rugby wife beater, complete with name and number. The shame.

So why the kit obsession? When the England rugby team stepped out to national puzzlement in their new anthracite – or grey as it used to be called – kit, clearly they were thinking more about Christmas shirt sales than any desire to pander to a presumably non-existent audience watching in black and white. In the end, it all boils down to money. When they were taking a break from building Stonehenge – which I’m guessing was often, those stones are bloody massive – those prehistoric builders would have had to settle for shirts and skins whilst they kicked around a sheep’s skull or whatever they did back then. But they were cavemen, and didn’t have any money or printing or anything. Now we have money we may as well progress a level and wear that monogrammed beanie hat, even if it is summer. I mean what’s the point in slogging down to Iffley three times a week if you can’t command natural respect for your sporting prowess when buying your weekly supply of crew-date wine in Tescos (3 for £10, freshers – nothing gets girls more interested than a man who likes to splash out on them), frankly, what would be the point? It’s not like your average footballer wants to spend his whole life doing keepy-uppies in the fruit and veg aisle. No, that would be ridiculous. Stash is effortless. Not only does it have an elasticated waistband, it nonchalantly says yes, I’m better than you, and if you touch that last bottle of Merlot I’m going to cut you, or at least black board your name at Vinnie’s forever.

Join the debate: Humanities cuts

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An inquiry into how Government budget cuts will change the way humanities are funded at Oxford.

The Battle for the Family

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YouGov did some interesting polling work over the summer, asking voters whether they thought the main* political parties were close or not close to various groups in society. Most of the results are predictable, but there were two which caught my eye – both of which could spell trouble for the Tories.

 

These two groups were “People with families” and “Older people”. For Labour, 54% and 44% of voters respectively thought the Party was close to families and the elderly. The Tories could only muster 42% and 33%.

 

This is to Labour’s credit – they used their time in power to build an effective image as defenders of the family, introducing an array of financial tools (see Child Trust Funds, Child Tax Credits, Working Families Tax Credits, etc) to reward and keep close to the families of Britain. The closeness to the elderly is a little more difficult to decipher – services for the elderly didn’t have any major headline revamps under Labour – it seems more to be a well-crafted image.

 

This is ground Cameron wants back, and will probably need if he is to take a majority in 2015. The scribbly tree and video diaries from the family kitchen were all ploys to grow closer to the family, but they don’t appear to have worked too well.

 

The Conservatives’ problem has been confusing family values with families. Any poll would undoubtedly show them as closer to family values, but when it comes to practical support of the family the Tories have fallen behind – and this poll was taken before Child Benefit got chopped.

 

So how does a government busy cutting its budget boost support for the family? Clearly they can’t extend more financial benefits – even Cameron’s token marriage bonus got scrapped – and the conveniently named credits of Brown’s Chancellorship are likely to fall into the far less cuddly Universal Credit.

 

What they can do is far more organic, perhaps far more real: they can return power to the kitchen table. Increasing school choice, through free schools or vouchers, gives families more influence over their children’s education, just as jumping on Labour’s market-like healthcare reform bandwagon lets the family feel more in control of its treatment.

 

Frank Fields’ report on child poverty has already recommended more family friendly school holidays as well as parenting taught (sensibly) in schools, and is likely to include further recommendations on bringing parents into schools to involve them in their children’s education. These ideas should be followed.

 

The Tories don’t have the money to make new headline benefits, and to do so would be a mistake even if they could. Instead they need to find a way to bring family into the heart of policy, else they might feel that next general election slipping away.

 

* Well they didn’t bother asking about the Lib Dems…

Anything with a pulse

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Avid readers of this blog (I realise this is probably just my dad and my housemate who is still basking in the glory of having rhymed dozen with oven and come up with its name) might have noticed that I’m a big fan of pulses. Chick peas especially, but honestly when it comes to student cooking my philosophy is much the same as the guy who just downed 7 VKs at Park End – I really would do anything with a pulse.

Lentils have a bad reputation. They’re two main associations seem to be wearing hemp and farting, and let’s face it that is no way to go far in life. But if you have a couple of quid and you’re really bloody hungry they are such a great solution. So are split peas, chick peas, cannellini beans… They are so cheap, and so flexible. They absorb spices and they taste better the next day. Some come in a bag, some come in a can, but whatever the packaging they usually cost about 45p. I don’t really know how else to convince you, so I guess I’ll let the recipes do the talking. Enjoy!

Coconut Daal

Serves 4

The only real effort here is chopping the chillies – if they’re at all spicy it means you can’t change your contact lenses for days and everyone has heard that story about the guy who went to the loo and… well, there’s a solution! Buy pre-chopped chillies in a jar (usually preserved in vinegar or similar) and use them. They’re really similar tasting in the end and more cost-effective.

500g yellow split peas

2 tbsp olive oil

1 onion, halved and sliced thinly

3 cloves of garlic, finely chopped or crushed

1 thumb-sized lump of ginger, finely chopped or grated

2 chillies, or 1 ½ tsp of chopped chillies

2 tsp garam masala

1 can plum tomatoes

1 can coconut milk

some fresh coriander, if you’re feeling flash

Boil the split peas for about 30 mins in water (don’t add salt at this stage). While they’re boiling, put some oil in the pan (or butter tastes amazing, but not if you’re watching the waist line) and add the onions. Cook this very low for about 10-15 mins so they onions are soft.

Turn up the heat a little and add garlic, ginger and the chopped chillies and cook for 2-3 mins. Add 2 tsp garam masala and half the can of plum tomatoes (adding 1sp of sugar at this stage will get rid of any acidity). Simmer for a further five mins.

Once they’re cooked (soft but not mushy) drain the split peas and add them to the mixture and then add the coconut milk. Try it at this stage, and add salt (quite a lot) and pepper according to taste before simmering for 10 mins. This will allow all the flavours to mingle and also soften the split peas a bit more. Serve with brown rice, white rice or rotis and a little coriander if you have it.

Lentil shepherds pie

Serves 4

This sounds so dull. The kind of thing you’d see on a menu in a vegetarian restaurant and rue the day Linda McCartney was ever born. But it’s actually bloody delicious… and there’s a meaty recipe below if you preferred John anyway.

100g brown lentils


1kg potatoes

A knob of butter (how does that still make me laugh?) and some milk

2 tbsp olive oil


1 onion, finely chopped

2 cloves of garlic, thinly sliced

2 carrots, finely chopped


200g(ish) mushrooms

400g tin tomatoes


1 tbsp Worcestershire sauce

1tsp (each) dried oregano, thyme and rosemary


some cheese

Put the oven on at about 200 degrees C (Gas 6, but don’t know F so google it). Boil the lentils until tender (it’s easiest to follow packet instructions if there are any, but it usually takes about half an hour). At the same time, peel and put on the potatoes (which will take a similar time to cook if chopped into small-ish chunks).

While those two are boiling, heat some oil in a pan and add the onion, garlic and carrots. Cook them until they are starting to soften and then add the mushrooms and cook for a further five minutes.

Once the lentils are cooked, add them to this mixture with the tomatoes, herbs, Worcestershire sauce, salt and pepper and cook for about 5 minutes. While that’s cooking drain the (hopefully now cooked) potatoes and mash with some butter and milk. Then add the lentil mix to a dish (making sure it’s ovenproof) and cover with the potato and then some cheese. Cook for half an hour. Dreams.

Cheap cassoulet

Serves 2

1 large chorizo cooking sausage (250g ish) or 3 spicy or merguez sausages

1 large onion

3 cloves of garlic

2 carrots

1 tsp dried oregano

1 tsp chili flakes / crushed chilies

1 glass white wine (or 1 tbsp white wine vinegar)

1 can plum tomatoes

1 can cannellini beans, drained

salt and pepper

Put the olive oil in a pan and start to warm. Add onions and start to soften. Then add chorizo / spicy or merguez sausages and cook until the oil starts to ooze out. Add garlic and carrots into the pan and allow to cook until the onions are totally soft and the carrots are starting to soften (don’t allow the garlic – or sausage – to burn).

Then add oregano and chili flakes and either a glass of white wine or 1 tbsp of white wine vinegar and a small wine glass of water – allow to boil for 30 seconds. Add the can of chopped tomatoes, the can of cannellini beans and another glass of water and then allow to simmer (low boil) for 20-30 mins.

Photo Blog – 6th week!

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Fancy yourself as a photographer?

Want your photographs from around and about Oxford seen by the thousands of people who visit the Cherwell website every day?

If so, why not send a few of your snaps into [email protected]

 

Saturday – St Mary’s and her bikes – Boudewijn Dominicus

 

Friday – Vinyl ceiling, Brick Lane, London – William Granger

 

Thursday – St Hilda’s – Megan Burdon-Jones

 

Wednesday – Oxford train station – Sophie Balfour-Lynn

 

Tuesday – Remembrance Poppy – Sonali Campion

 

Monday – Window Shopping – Lauri Saksa

 

Sunday – Blenheim Palace – Clare Richards

Soundbites from the 10th November Protests

Robin McGhee takes to the streets, asking members of the public and student protesters for their take on the protest, the Browne Review, and spending cuts, at the 10th November protests in London.

Sports Complex redevelopment approved

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Oxford City Council has approved a £39 million project to redevelop the University Sports Complex at Iffley Road.

Under the plans, the existing sports hall and all ancillary buildings will be demolished to make way for a new sports centre, grandstand and Eton fives courts.

At present, there are around 2000 student members of the Iffley Road gym, with 13 colleges subsidising membership for their students.

Sports Federation Executive Committee member Helen Hanstock said that there is a “dramatic need” to expand the complex to meet the demand from the University sports clubs.

Sophie Winwood, a Womens’ Rugby Blue athlete, also welcomed the new plans, calling the old facilities “out of date.”

Iffley Road Sports Complex was built in 1966, when there were fewer than 10 university sports teams, compared with the current 84.

What do Labour think?

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Labour’s biggest problem is that they’re confused. There’s no direction. The biggest political issues of today, in terms of media coverage at least, are issues over which they too would be behaving rather similarly: housing benefit, as Ed Miliband wrote a manifesto pledging to reform it in a similar way; and student fees, as they set up the Browne review and were opposed to a graduate tax. A YouGov poll this weekend asked whether voters though the various party leaders were doing well in their jobs. A staggering 34% replied “Don’t Know” when it came to Ed Miliband. The people aren’t disagreeing with him, they just don’t know what he thinks.

 

An example of the policy confusion can be seen over welfare reform. The Opposition began with knee-jerk attacks, until John Healey did a Sky News interview supporting a cap on Housing Benefit, the press realised Ed Miliband’s manifesto contained the commitment, and more extraordinarily remembered how Caroline Flint had proposed to throw the long term unemployed out of their houses altogether when she was Housing Minister – far more extreme than a 10% cut! The decision settled on now seems to be to agree with everything on benefit reform, unless the IFS disagree.

 

The problem is a lack of a coherent narrative. There isn’t a story to their opposition, an alternative ideal they’re presenting. The most recent party political broadcast didn’t target the cuts or the soon-to-be unemployed, it focused on families earning over £45000 who are going to struggle after losing their Child Benefit. Where does this fit into the narrative?

 

Research by YouGov this summer showed that the three groups voters associate the Labour Party most strongly with are trade unions, benefit claimants, and immigrants. The Tories were of course most in tune with the rich, but their image problem is all too well documented and undergoing a (slightly slow) transformation.

 

For Labour to win the next election they need to focus on 2015. To build an image of a Britain they can deliver, that is bound together by coherent policies. They can’t be the Party of “scroungers”, rather of the aggrieved worker struggling out of the recession. To do this they can’t rest on “we’ll look at it”, as Alan Johnson said about a graduate tax this week – you can’t please everybody by saying nothing. Instead Labour need a framework, one which their activists are on board with, that says more than just “we’re not Tory”.

Millbank: Across the great divide

The Protestor – Sam Briggs

When we arrived at Millbank, there was a real carnival atmosphere. Everyone was dancing, and it felt like a party. As we approached the Tory headquarters, I saw NUS marshals telling people to turn back, as there were too many people, and it wasn’t on the route. But others were shouting. “Don’t do what the marshals tell you, this is your event, your protest.” When we got there some of the windows were already cracked, and there was a line of policemen in front of one of them, although they weren’t using their batons. People threw things at the windows, and one group smashed through while the police were occupied by some other protestors.

When the whole window pane came out the crowd surged and we all piled inside. It was carnage. Police were guarding the window but we were already inside the bulding. Inside there were so many people, although it sometimes felt like there were more journalists than students. It was about half an hour before any police came inside the building, and when they did, most just stood against a back wall, watching. The atmosphere was still great, people were dancing, and some were on the roof, shooting foam out of fire extinguishers onto the crowd below. Then they threw the fire extinguisher itself, and the atmosphere quickly changed. The entire crowd turned against them, and chanted for them to stop. Everyone was unanimous it they should not have thrown that, including the majority of people who stormed the building.

It’s a shame that some people seem to have gone there planning to start violent trouble, although personally I am quite pro-ransacking. A lot of people say that even if we won the battle it will lose us the war. But it was a reflection of frustration against politicians that we voted for, who are now lying going back on their word. I was completely against the violence, and I totally sympathise with the police for doing their job. But the ransacking was different. It will cost a bit to replace the windows but will cost my brother a lot more to go to uni.

The Employee – Ben Lindsay

I work for an events company called Altitude, which has offices on several floors of Millbank. We could see protestors marching from about 11am, but it didn’t get busy until lunchtime. At the time, we were serving food for a media company launch in our media centre on the ground floor. At about 1.45pm, a fire alarm went off, and we were told to evacuate the building. Already the scene was quite chaotic. Students had entered the main courtyard, brandishing placards and chanting – but their aim was to get inside. About 15 to 20 people tried to push through a police line, and whenever one succeeded, there were cheers. Half an hour later, they had set fire to a banner – this was met with even more cheering. A few hours later the glass had been shattered. Things seemed to be escalating step by step, but no one was stopping the students doing anything.

By this point we were back inside the building, working in the kitchens, but keeping an eye on the unfolding situation. It was at about 3.30pm when one chef told us that they had taken out the windows and were occupying the lobby. Once they were in the lobby, they had access to the stairs and could occupy the whole building. One guy in a bandana came into the kitchen and asked how he could get upstairs, but when the chefs turned round he ran away – he must have got scared as a lot of pretty big guys were just staring at him. Some other students started kicking in our windows, but only when our executive chef tried to confront them did the police intervene. Then the other chefs and I ran out. To be honest, I was just quite surprised about how underpoliced it seemed to be. We chatted to a policeman and asked why they weren’t doing more to intervene. He replied that since the G8 protests, they had been instructed not to use force. They were also undermanned, so probably couldn’t have stopped it if they wanted to.

I also talked to the students. It seemed as though they were pushing their luck, trying to see how far they could go. There was music and dancing inside the lobby – it looked like a big party. I didn’t see anyone get arrested. At one point I looked out, and there seemed to be hundreds of students to a couple of policemen.

At about 4.30pm the whole building was evacuated. We were onto dessert so the event was pretty much over. At first the police were in control, but when the lobby windows went, there was no real way to control what was happening.