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Guy Arnold is a 2nd year historian at Christ Church: he is also the captain of the college’s prestigious boat club, rowing for M1 in last year’s double triumph in Torpids and VIIIs.

Even above that, though, is his international pedigree. At the age of 17, representing Great Britain in Italy, Arnold won a silver medal in the youth European Championship pairs event. Of course, the road to such success did not come cheaply: ‘It was the culmination of a year-long trialling process. I got down to the final 32 pairs, but I didn’t do any of the original training for those championships. But, someone was injured, and I seized my opportunity. After that, it was a gruelling 2 training sessions per day, and that lasted for 3 or 4 weeks.’

Enduring 11 or more training periods per week is almost unthinkable to any sporting discipline outside of rowing: Arnold was at times required to consume over 5,000 calories a day- not for bulking up, but for sheer replenishment.

Oxford is chocked full of international rowers and Olympian oarsmen, but Guy is no ringer or drafted mercenary: his talent and experience were nurtured by excellent coaching from school, and his development as a rower has only continued at Oxford.

As Christ Church Boat Club captain, Guy holds many important responsibilities: he must organise day-to-day sessions, plan training camps, and liase and co-ordinate with coaches. In the run up to M1’s defence of its Torpids headship, Arnold is busy preparing his boat and his club for the forthcoming challenge. On retaining the position at the Head of the River, Guy is optimistically confident- ‘It’s not going to be easy, but I expect us to pull it off. It will be a tough battle at the top, certainly.’

Whether or not he hits the international heights again is yet to be seen; Guy has plenty of years to continue his growth and maturity as a rower. The immediate future is all about Torpids, though, where the lead ChCh boat will seek its third consecutive victory on the Isis’s waters. Now that would be an achievement.

Refugee camps to world cup: Afghanistan

Journeys do not come much more extraordinary than this. Two years ago, Afghanistan were in Division Five of the World Cricket League, alongside such cricketing non-entities as Germany, Botswana and Japan. Yet in April, Afghanistan will be in the Caribbean for the World Twenty20. It is a staggering rise by any accounts – even forgetting for a moment which country it is.

Home advantage is often talked of as being crucial in sport – Afghanistan can only dream of it. They cannot even train at home, doing so in Dubai instead, as their country is still the scene of terrible conflict. But their exploits on the cricket pitch have been celebrated passionately, invoking clichés about the power of sport to bring joy to people’s lives even in the bleakest circumstances.

How on earth has cricket managed to make such an impact in a country with so little? Afghan refugees in Pakistan, where the popularity of cricket makes football in England seem a minority sport by comparison, began to pick up the game in the 1990s, forming the Afghanistan Cricket Federation in 1995 from Pakistan.

There was, however, a minor issue that prevented the game gaining popularity in Afghanistan: all sport was banned by the Taleban. But in 2000 cricket became the first and only sport to be permitted by them. In 2001 the Afghanistan Cricket Federation was elected as an affiliate member of the International Cricket Council (ICC) and, in extraordinarily trying circumstances, cricket began to take hold. Their fledging national side were marooned when in Pakistan playing local sides, as the UK and US invaded in October 2001.

Afghan cricket certainly does not conform to the stereotype of the game in England, played on village greens in the shires. There is only one grass wicket in the country. There are cricketing academies popping up as the national side’s success has grown, but fundamentally cricket is a game played on the streets in an incredibly disorganised manner. On rare occasions when it has been more organised, it has often been on the Ghazi Stadium. This is rather more noteworthy for being the home of Taliban executions.

Funding issues could have prevented Afghanistan from competing on the world stage. But the Asian Cricket Council has been paying for travel and accommodation fees. This has allowed the natural talent of the Afghans to come through spectacularly. Since scraping past Jersey by two wickets in the final of World Cricket League Five in May 2008, Afghanistan now find themselves in World Cricket League One, putting them in the top six non-Test-playing nations. They recently defeated Ireland in the final of the World Twenty20 qualifiers to secure their place in the tournament proper. They would no doubt have relished their victory over the United States en route.

The sheer enthusiasm for cricket in Afghanistan is startling. Though exact figures are hard to come by, the Asian Cricket Council estimates there are currently 320 cricket clubs in the country. Furthermore, and highly encouragingly for cricket’s future growth there, Afghanistan has age group sides that take matters very seriously. Whilst the senior side qualified alongside Ireland for the 12-team Twenty20 World Cup, the under-19s were in New Zealand. Things went rather less well, with the Afghans finishing bottom of the World Cup. Cricket in Afghanistan is now a very serious matter, the one sport in which they can compete on the world stage.

There are certain expectations to meet. So much so that the U19 coach had an angry phone call from President Hamid Karzai to inquire about their disappointing performance.

Happily, any such calls to the senior side’s coach recently have been rather more celebratory in nature. Over the last two years, ICC events have taken Afghanistan on a jet-setting tour from the Channel Islands to Dubai via Argentina, Tanzania and South Africa. The chance to upset South Africa and India in the World Twenty20 is deserved indeed.

Timeline: Afghan Cricket

1979: USSR invades: cricket played in some Pakistani refugee camps
1995: Afghanistan Cricket Federation founded
2000: Cricket becomes the only sport approved by Taleban
2001: Gain affiliate membership of the ICC
2008: Win World Cricket League Division 5
2008: Win World Cricket League Division 4
2009: Win World Cricket League Division 3
2009: Gain full ODI status
2010: Qualify for World Twenty20 in April

 

Watch your back on the way home

The role of the referee is a simple one: not to get too abused. Praise will never be copious – it is much easier to take advantage of an obvious scapegoat. A referee could get 95% of decisions correct and still cost one side the match with an incorrect penalty decision. It is axiomatic in many ways – but in what other sphere could doing your job correctly ‘only’ 95% of the time amount to a ‘bad day at the office’?

Having qualified as a referee aged 16, my initial experiences were daunting in the extreme. Spotty, shy and easily intimidated, my first games were harrowing. Adult Sunday League football, awash with big, bald 40-year-olds was no place for a man with no experience of refereeing – let alone a boy.

A professional referee has his linesmen to rely upon, but these are almost more of a hindrance in the grassroots game. Most of the leagues I refereed in used a system of ‘club linesmen’. This basically meant that a substitute, or even the side’s manager would also be responsible for raising his flag (or, more often, a training bib) to signal offside. Sometimes their bias is palpable – but if you are going to have linesmen, you have to trust them. On occasions they haven’t properly understood the rules, or have had to be told repeatedly to get off their mobile phones.

On a few instances, after complaints from the opposition and my own complete conviction that the linesmen were hindering the game, I would opt to referee without them. Indeed, to avoid the controversy club linesmen so often bring, some leagues opt to do without them altogether. It’s not ideal – it leaves the referee no one to pass the buck to, as is expedient in certain situations. On large pitches, it also exposes my lamentable lack of fitness. But it’s better than indulging cheats, and players tend to be slightly more sympathetic when there are no linesmen – they can see it is no easy job.

But it’s not easy for linesmen, either. There were occasions when I was convinced the coach of one particular side, out of his desperation to be even-handed, was giving every debateable decision against his own side when he was acting as linesman. After all the mindless abuse emanating from the sidelines, such occasions were almost enough to restore my faith in human nature.

As I gained in experience, I slowly became conscious of the ‘tricks’ of the players – but that is not to say I was not susceptible to them. Canny players will seek to be your friend on the pitch, knowing that it is only human nature to favour those you have built up some kind of rapport with. They would frequently say things like ‘leave the ref alone’ or ‘good decision ref’ – fully expecting me to remember their apparent decency in any 50/50s.

But at Oxford college level everyone is remarkably well-behaved. The days of witnessing players having to be broken away from each other by teammates seem long gone. Complaints are naturally still made from players – one wouldn’t expect anything else – but it tends to fall on the non-threatening side of ‘banter’.

However, despite witnessing fists hitting faces in games I refereed, my most challenging experience was not so because of the malice of the sides. One of the sides was Fulham Deaf Ladies, posing immense logistical problems. A referee’s greatest tool is his whistle. When one side cannot hear it, a whistle is somewhat less useful. I had to improvise, getting in the way of the ball, waving my arms around and generally making a nuisance of myself whenever I had to stop the play. It is remarkable how often foul throws are committed in grass roots football of both sexes, and unfortunately this was equally true of this game. This drove me to despair; to the point where I just let all but the most blatant foul throws escape unpunished, such was my frustration.

For students looking to earn a little pocket money and a life experience exceeding any bar stint, refereeing is a fantastic option. While Oxford intercollegiate games do not pay as well as some Sunday Leagues – the going rate is £22.50 a game, while some leagues pay as much as £35 – the money is more than handy. And you have the added bonus of knowing that Oxford boys are polite, well-behaved chaps – who will never say “watch your back on the way home, ref”. With a few expletives added for good measure.

The other Presidential election

What links a sailor, a modern pentathlete, a netballer, an archer and a basketballer? The answer: the desire to become the next Oxford University Sports Federation (OUSF) President.

Established twelve years ago, OUSF is one of the least publicised but most important student organisations at Oxford. It is headed by a recent Oxford graduate on a sabbatical placement. Their role combines representing the student body to the various university authorities; managing the allocation of the annual budget; co-ordinating and organising the university clubs and fixtures, both inter-collegiate and through British University and College Sport (BUCS); and holding the very important responsibility of distributing the Sport Q-Jump tickets for Wednesday at Park End. OUSF’s election process, however, is one of Oxford’s more discreet, with hacking actively criticised and avoided in its week long campaign. That is not to say though that it is not a highly sought-after and competitive position. It is for this reason that the five candidates agreed to be interviewed early on a wet, Wednesday morning.

All, unsurprisingly, admitted that the main attraction for them was the chance to contribute full-time to Oxford’s sporting scene having had to spend time over the course of their university career studying. This meant that they were all also very driven to contribute to the university’s sporting infrastructure because of the amount that they had got out of it themselves. Rachel Jarvis went as far as to say that without sport she could not have survived at Oxford and so “wanted to help such a valuable thing progress and develop”. As only a second year, standing for what is traditionally a graduate sabbatical position, Victoria Moffett is perhaps the most surprising candidate. She, however, justified her decision to stand this year rather than next by arguing that she hoped to introduce a degree of continuity to the position, as not only would she be able to enjoy the facilities she had actively influenced in her year out, but would still be in Oxford to offer advice to her successor.

OUSF has at times faced criticism over whether it is necessary in a university characterised by strong sports clubs both at university and college level. Once again though the candidates all refuted this argument and were staunch defenders of its varied work. Enni-Kukka Tuomala, a current OUSF committee member, pointing out that OUSF was the classic example of an organisation receiving little attention because it ran so effectively. Marc Tamlyn stressed that a lot of students benefitted from OUSF’s resources unknowingly, such as the website’s contact lists and fixture coordination, and that he had really noticed that Cambridge’s organisation was much poorer, perhaps because they are one of the few universities without a sports federation or athletics union. Laura Bell, the current Netball Club (OUNC) President, praised OUSF for the assistance it provided struggling clubs. Talking about OUNC, Laura described how OUSF had been amazing for the club when it “was in a massively difficult position last year and without OUSF’s help to recover it would still be struggling”.

There was no doubt though that all the candidates felt that OUSF could do far more to raise student awareness both of its services and to encourage publicity for specific clubs and events, perhaps this was most damningly exemplified by the admission that, except for Victoria Moffett, none of the candidates had had any contact with OUSF until they had reached the committee level of their respective sports, usually in their second year. With this, the interview turned toward the current state of Oxford Sport and what they would each like to achieve if elected.

‘Oxford Sport is not meeting its potential’ was the impression one got from all the candidates, heavy criticism coming as it did from five of the university’s most dedicated sportsmen and women. Whilst Marc Tamlyn stressed that the university’s teams were by no means letting themselves down there was general agreement that the academic commitments that come with being a student at Oxford combined with, as Laura Bell put it, “not the investment to match the talent” meant Oxford was always at a disadvantage to universities like Loughborough.

The recently unveiled plans for the redevelopment of Iffley were, however, met with cautious optimism because it would not only mean more clubs could train regularly but that Oxford could host national competitions. No such concerns were raised about college sport, which Rachel Jarvis saw as one of the main reasons for the strength of our university teams, “it encourages participation and means that players can develop their ability and confidence until ready to trial for the university sides”. Laura Bell agreed but felt that although a balance needed to be maintained, “university sport is striving for excellence” and so perhaps deserved priority from OUSF.

It is, however, on their policies that the candidates will be judged next Tuesday and there is no doubt all the candidates acknowledge that a large part of their year needs to be taken up with increasing the profile of OUSF and the sports clubs amongst the wider student population. Enni-Kukka Tuomala and Marc Tamlyn, in particular, were very eager to improve the support all sports clubs, not just the larger ones such as rowing and rugby, received. Enni highlighted how the Hockey Club had recently used Facebook effectively to recruit a large crowd for the second and third teams’ Varsity matches whilst Marc hoped that OUSF could encourage the clubs to make their events more spectator friendly, acknowledging that his own sport – archery – had not been particularly successful at this in the past. Victoria Moffett said that she hoped to work with the student newspapers to increase awareness of clubs, fixtures and results; whilst Laura Bell noted that Oxide Radio’s relaunch could become a valuable resource.

When pushed though for their single most important priority, the majority agreed that there was a need to improve awareness and communication between OUSF and the sports clubs so that OUSF’s resources could benefit all. Marc Tamyln, was however, the exception and returned to the need to improve match attendances, noting that it is currently very hard to find up-to-date, detailed fixture lists easily.

It remains to be seen then who triumphs next Tuesday, although on the evidence of this interview it will be a very difficult decision for the electorate, made up of two representatives per university sports club and one per college. As one of the candidates said as they returned into the wet, morning weather it does seem a shame that there cannot be five presidents this year.

Please contact Ruth Holmes (01865 241335) to determine whether you are eligible to vote next Tuesday.

Basketball Blues cruise into last 8

The Men’s basketball Blues produced yet another impressive performance in heir 115-66 demolition of Warwick University.

Oxford headed into this crucial last-16 play-off game as heavy favourites: Warwick, although a squad with a strong reputation, play their regular season fixtures in a lower division of the BUCS league, so anything other than a home win here would have been an huge upset. Oxford now head into the quarter-finals, where sterner tests will surely await them.

Sure enough, the Blues began the contest at a lightning pace and never really stopped: their shooting was accurate, their defense was relentless and their breaks were fast and clinical. Captain Reed Doucette led his team by example, consistently getting open in the key with his excellent inside moves and cuts.

Oxford’s point guards were decisive in their distribution of the basketball, too; pass after pass opened gaping holes in Warwick’s tight zone defense, supplying plenty of unchallenged field goals for the Blues’ hot-handed shooters.

Stephen Danley was exceptional throughout the night, scoring baskets from all over the court. At times he nailed down ambitious 3-pointers, at others he drove to the hoop with unstoppable authority. His most spectacular moment came at the end of the first quarter: receiving the ball with 1.6 seconds left on the clock, the talented American heaved a buzzer-beating Hail Mary downcourt, straight into the basket: when you’re on fire, anything drops in. The Blues sideline erupted into cheers and high-fives: evidently, the whole team was massively pumped for this important game.

As the quarters wore on, Warwick’s resistance seemed to increase. After trailing 61-25 at halftime, their starting 5 re-emerged for a far more competitive third period. Warwick’s players were no untested amateurs, either. They played some efficient basketball, frequently engineering good shooting positions against a powerful Blues defense. Nonetheless, Oxford’s athletic, technical and tactical superiority was never in doubt: from the game’s very first points, the Blues’ domination was emphatic.

After the game, Warwick’s captain articulated his disappointment at losing by such a wide margin: ‘We gave our all, but against this type of opposition it simply wasn’t good enough. We boss our division, we’re the team to fear, but we’ve never faced a squad with this much talent before.’
Talent does coarse through the team: moments of incredible skill and athleticism are common fare for a club that prides itself on excellence. As Doucette later remarks, ‘We’re one of the top 4 teams in the country, no question.’

One instance of such exciting basketball was showcased by the team’s Lithuanian duo, Skomantas Pocius and Karolis Bauza: point guard Pocius produced a delightful, no-look behind-the-back pass that flew perfectly to the trailing Bauza- his swished shot completed an awesome play.

The Blues are strong on their bench, too: at the very least, there are few weak links in a squad that must be as strong as any of the country’s university basketball clubs.

Head coach Justin Hardin and his assistant Joel Harris prepare their team meticulously and intelligently; any courtside spectator can recognise the knowledge and experience with which Hardin coaches his players during a game- he reads defenses and configures adjustments faster than anyone else on the Blues’ sideline.

Coach Hardin speaks with great confidence, both about his players and about Oxford’s prospects of progressing in the tournament: ‘We played really well today; you just don’t know what to expect against a team you haven’t faced before. We’ll have a great chance in the final 8 if we keep up our intensity and make some minor improvements- fewer turnovers, taking the right shots at the right time. Just little things. This is a very talented team- I let them go out there and do their best.’

The final 8 teams will all meet in Sheffield in a few months time, where a British university champion will be crowned after 3 days of knock-out competition.

Last year, Oxford fell short of their own high-set targets: this year, says Doucette, they desperately want to go one step further- ‘We’ve been playing for this chance all season. With some fine tuning and tightening up, we’ve got a real chance. Our goal is the national championship.’

Based on displays such as this, Oxford’s basketball Blues might just achieve their lofty ambitions. Meanwhile, they still have the significant matter of Varsity to take care of. Cambridge are a much weaker team, on paper at least, but anything can happen in the one-off tie that settles this sport’s Oxbridge rivalry.
The team will face Cambridge here, at Iffley Road, on Sunday. What is for certain is that they will not enter the game complacent or without absolute focus. The Blues are assured, though, that their best performance should be enough to overpower the Tabs. Doucette makes the team’s attitude to Varsity explicitly clear: ‘We won’t take anything for granted; it’ll be a tough game for sure. But we still expect to smoke ‘em.’

‘Anti-Semitism’ accusations detract from Oxford’s outrage at Ayalon’s extremism

As students who were at Danny Ayalon’s recent speech at the Oxford Union, we feel that reports of the event have been hugely misrepresentive of the opposition to the speech. Reports have implied that Mr. Ayalon was the subject of hostile and vicious slurs, and painted him as the victim of a raging mob of anti-Semites. Despite the horrific slur made by one individual, which students strongly condemned, this should not tar the legitimate opposition to his speech, nor should it act as a smokescreen for the extremist views that he expressed that evening.

Mr. Ayalon began his speech by blithely and hypocritically emphasizing ‘Arab’ lack of food and water security, neglecting to acknowledge his own government’s brutal blockade on Gaza, which has left 80% of Gazans dependent on paltry food aid; he talked about ‘Christian Lebanon’ being Islamized by Iranian backing, in complete disrespect to the Muslim population of Lebanon; he justified illegal settlement construction on the Occupied Territories by simply asserting that “it’s our land”, in brazen defiance of numerous UN resolutions calling for Israel to withdraw; he denied the existence of a genuine Palestinian identity, disparaging it as an invented label for an invented people; he talked about the ‘demographic problem’ in Israel, a euphemism for his racist party’s fear of having too many Arabs in the country; he reduced Palestinian opposition of violations of their fundamental rights to a mere consequence of Iranian interference; and he dismissed UN resolutions calling on Israel to abide by international law (“if the UN passed a resolution saying that the earth was flat, would that make the earth flat?”).

The opposition challenged Mr. Ayalon concerning issues such as Israel’s illegal wall (ICJ ruling 2004) cutting through the West Bank; illegal settlement construction; the collective punishment of Gazans (violation of Geneva Convention 4:23); and the war crimes committed in January 2009 outlined in the Goldstone Report. Given the offensiveness and implicit racism of his speech, students, as an act of conscience, did not allow his lies to go unchallenged. Crucially, these lies are used to justify Israeli state policies: continued occupation and stranglehold of Palestinian territory, daily human rights abuses, and insane acts of violence.

Courtney Love speaks at the Union

On Friday the 12th of February, Courtney Love, the woman described by Q Magazine as ‘the most controversial female in rock ‘n’ roll history’ spoke to members of the Oxford Union about her relationship with Britain, her musical inspirations and her views on the current state of the music industry. Talking to a packed debating chamber, she answered only pre-arranged questions, to the disappointment of the spectators who were eager to hear about the darker and less talked-about side of the singer’s life.

On being asked her feelings about being dubbed ‘the most controversial female’ she was quick to note she had also been described as ‘The Queen of Rock ‘n’ Roll’, on which she prefers to focus. She claims her controversy was borne out of her husband’s (Nivarna singer Kurt Cobain) suicide in 1994. This exacerbated her drug abuse and whipped up a media circus that was quick to jump on any untoward behaviour. Veering off on a tangent slightly, as she did throughout the evening, she proceeded to assert ‘learning from rejection and turning it into something positive is the key to survival in the music industry’. She cited her ‘friend’ (Union members later speculated this was probably Smashing Pumpkins’ Billy Corgan) who ‘failed to learn from adversity’ and who ‘made beautiful music in the 90s but now just sucks’.

She mentions her new album several times throughout the night (suggesting her more commercial motives) and calls it ‘an astonishing record’. After ranting about major record labels, and their ‘360 deals’ with which companies own and control every last thing about their artists (‘it’s a terrible state of affairs’) she tells the chamber how she ‘wants that billboard in Leicester Square and Times Square, and wants to win ‘Grammy awards for best album art and best liner notes’. 

Asked about her inspirations, she stated ‘despair is more inspiring than joy, though it has to be kept under a certain level, otherwise it’s debilitating creatively’. In a moment of personal candor (she’s strikingly open throughout the night) Courtney talked of her desperate sadness the previous night: ‘I was so sad, I couldn’t get anything creative out of it. This morning I was a bit better and managed to get a riff.’

In perhaps the most personal moment of the evening, she talked about how she coped with the high profile suicide of her husband. ‘What Kurt did wasn’t cool. That action was regretted the moment it happened. Everyone expected me to go with him. The thing that made me keep going was my daughter’s life-force.’

In the week of the talk Love had made headlines for the extension of her daughter’s restraining order taken out against her. It was perhaps this that had made her so despairing on the night before she spoke to us, and what made her visibly hyper throughout the evening. Towards the end of her chat, she exclaimed, ‘one mustn’t give a fuck what anyone thinks’. It’s hard not to feel that this is how Courtney Love has always lived her life, and how she will continue to do so.

Interview: Rick Stein

Rick Stein is, surprisingly, a man rather surrounded by rumours. After a much publicised affair some years ago, and a too many newspaper headlines litter with fish puns, he has kept a relatively low profile with the press, preferring instead to let his TV appearances and his food do the talking for him. On TV he is affable, enthusing about simple pleasures and simple cooking; but there are rumours of a personality change when he enters the kitchen and hints of a temper you’d imagine more fitting for Gordon Ramsay’s more ‘showbiz’ TV cooking.

Luckily, however, I don’t meet him in the kitchen, but in the rather busy Union bar. He happily signs autographs, sits down with a pint, and graciously accepts my compliments on his recipe for shark vindaloo. Obviously, Rick Stein is all about food – in his TV programs he wants food to ‘be the star’, not him. ‘People want to know about how other people cook, it gives you a reason to be in a country. I don’t have to go visit Cathedrals or talk about art, I’m there because of the food… and if I chose to do anything on top of that, like make a political comment, it just falls naturally alongside the cooking.’

Cooking is not all there is to Rick Stein, though. What I hadn’t realised, and what he tells me, is that he’d been a student at Oxford almost forty years ago, and ‘that nothing had changed’, a sentiment that most returning alumni seem to share. He came after a series of gap years, at the age of twenty three; much older than his fellow students, and having travelled Europe extensively, it seems that the academic life was not for him. Unlike his brother, who is now a researcher, Stein left Oxford with a ‘gentlemen’s third’ in English Literature, a fact that he doesn’t seem to mind, because he (clearly) filled his time here with others things, including editing .

‘I got involved in it in the first placed just as a way of meeting people; I met some of my best friends through Cherwell. It’s like joining the union, I suppose. It was just hilarious… We were always trying to have a go at the Oxford Union, just because it’s so full of people with very clear career agendas. We’d lay into them, no worries. It’s a chance to flex your muscles, to decide whether you’re going to be anti-establishment or whatever you want to be. Oxford is the place where you can make mistakes, and bounce back.’

The restaurant industry, however, is a much less forgiving place. Or, at least it is nowadays: one in two new restaurants shut within a year of their opening. For Stein, though, when he left University, the prospect of opening a restaurant was as terrifying- or so he says, hindsight is rather kind when you’re looking back on something that was such a success.

‘It was in the mid-seventies, so the restaurant scene was much less developed than it is today. Opening a restaurant anywhere is a bit of a leap of faith- but in some ways that worked in our favour, because you didn’t need everything working, you didn’t have to put in a lot of capital to open a restaurant’ The difference is that now, everything is ‘so expensive’ and that restaurants that do great food still don’t succeed, it’s rather a lottery. Back in the day, however, Stein says you could let the food do the talking, and that was that. ‘It was more that I’d travelled quite a lot, and realised that you could eat so much better in France and Italy than in England, and I knew that I could do the same sort of thing here. We succeeded on the back of a growth of general knowledge and enthusiasm for good food.’

And now, despite the fact that industry seems to have evolved out of all recognition, Rick Stein doesn’t need to worry about that, he now owns four restaurants. There was, however, a lot of controversy when he began opening restaurants in Cornwall, particularly in Padstow. Stein has family roots there, so it seemed to make sense to open a restaurant, but it was met with some local animosity- the ‘Cornish Army’ has he called them- and headlines declaring that he was pushing prices up and locals out. When I raise this point, I see a flash of the businessman that has got Stein where he is today – but he saves his rather more pragmatic words for the press, who he felt attempted to stir up more trouble than there ever was. ‘All publicity is good publicity. Whether they’re praising the place or saying the locals cant stand it, all you’re doing is keeping yourself on the map. You take it with a pinch of salt. They use us, and we use them.’ It might not be the roaring response that I had wanted, but it is certainly fair.

How then, he is still going? With …. TV programs, including one sans food about John Betjeman, it doesn’t look like he’ll ever sit back and start counting his gold. There’s a simple enough reason for it though. ‘I don’t like being bored. I think the idea of retiring and going on lots of trips with no motives seems silly. I’d sooner go travelling and be paid for it, and I will as long as someone is willing to do that.’ And the work load, it seems, if considerably eased by the fact that he can choose to work, he doesn’t have to. ‘More and more the restaurants are being run by other people, but I just love the whole industry and the camaraderie of it. I wouldn’t want to give it up, as long I have some role to play in it.’

When he says ‘I don’t have hobbies, my life is my work. I’m not stressed’ it doesn’t sound like a cliché (although, it looks more like one in print…) but it is followed by the genuine admission of ‘I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything.’ I’m inclined to believe him, and to think that I did have to bring up tabloid-esque rumours to get him to tell me something interesting- I didn’t even have to weever fish pun in for my own entertainment.

 

Going Up Going Down

Going Up:

Ryan Reynolds

The chump who had minor success by playing Van Wilder, has not only married Scarlett Johansson but has been announced as the new face of Hugo Boss. Clearly a chump no more.

The Winter Olympics

The last Olympic events before London have begun in Vancouver; is it just us who can’t stop humming the Ski Sunday theme tune?

Glastonbury

Muse have just announced that they will be joining U2, Jack Johnson and Dizzee Rascal at the UK’s premiere festival. With a surprise act to be announced to mark the festival’s 40th anniversary, this will one to go to.

Dancin’ Oxford

Of course it’s cool, it’s without a ‘g’! Dance away those fifth week blues with Oxford Dance Festival launched this week. Find that inner Latino with some salsa, or channel some Bollywood with a little bangra. We can’t promise you’ll look cool, but it’ll be fun for sure.

Going Down:

Facebook Friends

60% of people who boast over 170 Facebook friends have admitted to meeting up regularly with only ten of their online buddies. Unsurprising news as the human brain can only process 150 relationships at a time – start pal-pruning!

Decimal Points

They’re clearly going down if Tories don’t understand them. Cameron recently criticised Labour for the fact that 54% of young girls in ten most deprived areas are pregnant. In fact, only 5.4% are – Conservatives just can’t do decimals. Eh, do your maths properly, Dave.

Moaning

Yes, it’s 5th week and yes the weather’s less than enjoyable. But please stop moaning about this and look at the bright side of life – half-way halls, Cardinal’s Cocktails or coffee breakfasts with friends

Sat Navs

After a period of low activity, the Sun is ‘awakening’ again, heading towards a Solar Maximum, which is due to interfere hugely with sat-nav signals, sending drivers off on wild goose chases, and badly affecting emergency service vehicles.

 

A Scenic View: China

Clothes shopping in provincial China promises a humiliation all of its own for the Western visitor. I am, as discreetly as is possible under the hawk-like observation of three waif-like sales assistants, sizing up a top and wondering whether it’s worth trying to squeeze into it. Will that go across my shoulders? Are the sleeves going to reach my wrists? I decide to go for it, take the top from the rail and turn decisively towards the changing rooms. One of the sales assistants is by my side in an instant. “Tai xiao le”, too small, she says frankly, pointing at the top and looking at me. She firmly takes it from my hand and replaces it on the shelf, then gestures towards a rail of baggy T-shirts as if to say “now those might fit you!”

She hadn’t meant to embarrass me, of course: it was a typical example of Sichuanese matterof-factness. And besides, she was right. Finding clothes for Western women over a size eight is no easy feat out of the big cities and provincial capitals. Sichuan, which reputedly boasts China’s most beautiful women, is particularly tough; clothes are cut for dainty figures about two thirds my height.

But even where the sizing problem can be resolved, there’s a further consideration: provincial fashion. The look of the young woman in her twenties is decidedly girly. Ornaments and embellishments are in: it is not uncommon to discover a promising-looking summer dress, only to find the front adorned with an assortment of frills, buttons and bows. These are teamed, inexplicably, with (visible) flesh-coloured ankle socks and high-heeled strappy shoes or sandals. The high-heel is ubiquitous, and worn even in the most impractical of situations. I have seen Chinese women climb mountains in heels, undertake punishing hikes, and one on particularly memorable occasion, wield a pneumatic drill. Complete the picture with a parasol – essential protection from the danger of tanning – and the final effect is all a bit Little Bo Peep. Not really me.

For the young and hip, there are trends influenced by Japanese and Korean youth culture. The coolest kids in my English classes proudly sported rip-off Bathing Ape T-shirts and caps, NBA basketball shirts or extremely low-crotched checked trousers with braces attached. The really bold might don the gothic-lolita “harajuku” look, but that tends to raise eyebrows in a – by Chinese standards – small conservative town, so is reserved for special occasions: the school singing competition, for example. Chinese grandmas have their equivalent of Marks & Spencer’s elasticated trousers and cardis – the short-sleeved printed blouse. These garish creations are sold in innumerable shops all over the country, and are to be spotted on what must be about three quarters of women ‘of a certain age’. Their husbands, too, have a uniform: the short-sleeved polo shirt, usually viscose, with the all-important breast pocket for cigarettes. This is worn invariably with suit trousers – a sartorial choice as immutable as the high heels of the twenty-something.

Though it may not all be to my taste, there’s no denying that there’s style at stake here. True, none of this would get far in the catwalks and boutiques of Paris, Milan and New York, but there’s an impressive attention to appearance nonetheless. Next to my Chinese peers, neatly dressed in their pop socks, sandals and floral prints, I didn’t feel I could get away with the slouchy hoodie and leggings student combo on a trip to the supermarket. And when your bus driver and the woman sweeping the street wear elbow-length white gloves to work, you’ve got to step up.

I may not have left Sichuan with a bigger wardrobe, or a penchant for pop socks as a fashion statement, but something of the style of provincial China has stuck with me. You could say I grew to appreciate it. And until I see a woman drilling a concrete road in heels, I refuse to believe her commitment to the cause. Move over, Anna Wintour, this century’s fashionistas rise in the East.