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Election Night Live Blog

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5:19: Lab 181, Con 236, LD 36

Report from the Union: Max Lewis of OCA standing on a table and claiming it was OCA campaigning that won Oxford West for the Tories. I’m off to bed. 

4:54: Lab 162, Con 220, LD 35

Some success for the Lib Dems at last, as they succeed in unseating Charles Clarke. That’s two former Labour Home Secretaries gone in one night. 

4:51: Lab 157, Con 313, LD 33

But Ed Balls survives. Just. 

4:39: Lab 149, Con 198, LD 25

Former Home Secretary Jacqui Smith has been defeated in Redditch by Tory Karen Lumley by a huge majority: 5821 votes. So Evan Harris can take comfort from the fact that he didn’t do as badly has her. But then Harris’s partner didn’t claim porn films on Parliamentary expenses. 

4:35: Lab 145, Con 188, LD 28

We now have the figures for Oxford West. Lib Dem Incumbent Evan Harris lost to Tory Nicola Blackwood by fewer than 200 votes: 23 730 to 23 906, on a 6.9% swing. A few hours ago I thought the Lib Dems might end up controlling both Oxford constituencies. Now they have neither. Not a good night for them at all. 

4:23: Lab 138, Con 179, LD 28 –  Oxford West falls to Tories

No figures yet, but Evan Harris of the Lib Dems has been defeated by the Conservatives in Oxford West. 

4:16: Lab 133, Con 168, LD 26

Now just two of us left in the JCR. And the other one is asleep. 

4:14 Lab 130 Con 166, LD 26

‘Let’s speak now to two stars of the apprentice.’ God, the BBC are getting desperate. 

4:08: Lab 122, Con 155, LD 23

We’ve reached the halfway point, with 330 seats now declared. 4:10 is an exceptionally late time to reach the halfway point. Vernon Bogdanor again, claiming to know how David Cameron is feeling: ‘I knew David Cameron extremely well as an undergraduate.’ Dimbleby is giving the impression more and more that Bogdanor is there not so much to explain hung Parliaments as to explain Cameron. 

3:49: Lab 114, Con 133, LD 22

There’s going to be a recount of the Tory and Lib Dem vote in Oxford West and Abingdon, so we can’t expect a result for a while. 

3:31: Lab 112, Con 104, LD 15 –  Oxford East Held by Labour

More bad news for the Lib Dems – Andrew Smith has managed to hold on in Oxford East, defeating Steve Goddard of the Lib Dems by 21,938 to 17,357. And we thought Cherwell’s endorsement would ensure victory for him…

Oxford Town Hall exploded when the result was called. The sizeable, and severely sleep-deprived, OULC contingent were clearly delighted that it had gone their way.

Smith thanked the students who had been involved in the campaign. He felt that their support in the previous “months and years had been really key to our victory here.”

He also commented that “in the student wards I think there were far more votes for me and the Labour Party than people, including the student newspapers, were expecting.”

3:30: Con 103, Lab 100, LD 14

As an illustration of how disappointing tonight is for the Lib Dems, Lembit Opic, he of the asteroids and the Cheeky Girls, has lost his seat. Come to think of it, some Lib Dems might not consider Opik’s loss so disappointing after all. Nick Robinson: ‘there’s no doubt he [Cameron] will be very disappointed.’

3:23: Lab 98, Con 92, LD 14

Paxman’s citing reports that the Labour party is already talking to the Lib Dems about coalition or co-operation. They, by the way, are having a torrid night, and are already one seat down among those which have declared. Lib Dem dreams of 100+ MPs, or of coming second in the popular vote, are rapidly disappearing. 

3:20: Lab 89, Con 87, LD 13

Vernon Bogdanor, Professor of Government at Brasenose, has just been interviewed on the BBC for the third or fourth time tonight. Bogdanor’s a big dog in the political world, but is particularly in demand tonight, both because he tutored David Cameron while he was at Oxford and because he is the world’s leading expert on the British constitution, and so one of the best people to explain what might happen in the event of a hung parliament. He says Cameron was one of the best students he’s taught, and also that he’s cool and calm under pressure, which, he says, is essential in a politician. Paxman then goes on to bully a poor Tory candidate into talking about coalitions, which he resolutely refuses to do.  

3:09: Lab 87, Con 79, LD 10

The Union is thinning out as people go back to their colleges, but the Cherwell team is still at work, the editors finalising tomorrow’s edition in the offices and reporters waiting at Oxford Town Hall for the results announcement, which should come some time in the next hour. A press officer told us earlier in the evening that they were expecting to be able to announce by about 2:30, but the turnout has been so great that the count is taking much longer than originally anticipated. A dozen or so people are still watching in my JCR, fighting off sleep. We’ll see how many make it to the morning. 

1:58: Lab 31, Con 15, LD 4

Results coming thick and fast now. Fierce booing in the Macmillan room as Gordon Brown was re-elected, and plenty of shouts of ‘down with Brown.’ The Goodman library downstairs is much more subdued, apart from the people climbing in through the windows to avoid the £4 charge. It’s not looking like quite the night the Lib Dems were hoping for. 

1:07: Lab 5, Con 2, LD 1

The first Tory gain of the night comes in Kingswood, and the OUCA boys immediately launch into a rousing rendition of God Save the Queen, as a certain ex-president standing on a table necks champagne from the bottle. You have to see it to believe it. 

00:25: Lab 3, Con 0, LD 0 

Overheard in the Macmillan Room as Sunderland Central declared for Labour: ‘fucking socialists.’

A press officer at Oxford Town Hall tells me that the Oxford East results should come through some time after 2am. Turnout has been much higher than normal, but there were none of the fights or queues that happened in other constituencies. There’s a small gaggle of Labour Club people hanging around outside the counting room, but nothing like as large as the huge OCA crowd at the Union. Lib Dems nowhere to be seen, apart from Henry Curr. 

23:35: Lab 2, Con 0, LD 0

The Union has been nominally divided into three areas for supporters of the three political partie

s, but, while the Tory room is heaving, the Labour room is full of non-Labour supporters silently watching the results on TV, and the Lib Dem room is deserted. Apparently all the Labour supporters are at the town hall. Frequent cheering can be heard from the Tories in the Macmillan room. They’re all wearing ‘vote for change’ stickers with the modern squiggly tree Conservative logo (looks like it was drawn by a 3 year old, said Ben Woolgar in the debate), but not many of them are modern Tories: lots of double-breasted suits, ties and Bryllcreemed hair. Standing in the Macmillan, surrounded by scores of OCA members, it feels like you’re in a particularly unreconstructed minor public school, circa 1955. 

10:55: First seat declared: Sunderland South for Labour

Newcomer Bridget Philipson, aged only 26, is elected to Parliament with almost 20 000 votes, in this safe Labour seat. The first exit poll of the night is also out, and it predicts 307 seats for the Tories, 255 for Labour and 59 for the Lib Dems, which is actually fewer seats than they won in 2005. This would imply a hung Parliament, but one in which the Tories could potentially govern without the formal support of the other two parties, relying on Independents and the minor parties to prop them up. 

10:40: The polls are now closed and the votes are being counted, and the Union debate on whether the Tories are ready to take power has also just finished. Three


ex-OUCA presidents did the typical OUCA thing, standing up in dinner jackets to denounce socialists and liberals, backed up by a braying crowd of lesser examples of the OUCA species, braying, waving Conservative placards and doing their best to drown out opposition speakers. They sense victory, and it just makes the braying even louder than normal.. At one point Ben Jasper, an opposition speaker, had the temerity to refer to the OUCA rac

ism scandal of this time last year, which resulted in them being stripped of their ‘U.’ Oliver Harvey, one of the ex-OUCA Presidents, stood up and, shouting and foaming at the mouth, threatened to sue him for libel. Actually, Olly, libel is written defamation (we at the Cherwell are all-too familiar with the defamation laws), and you really meant slander, but everyone understood the point. As Harvey made his threats the Tories behind him brayed particularly loudly and raucously in their attempt to look offended, sounding for all the world like a pack of wild animals. They really are repulsive. This was a shame, because some of their main speakers were really quite good, particularly Corey Dixon, who performed a superbly eloquent demolition job on the Labour government’s record. Corey used to be left-wing, but has gone right-wing in his old age. Ben Woolgar, who used to be right wing, gave a similarly brilliant speech for the opposition. Henry Curr was the token Lib Dem, but gave perhaps the angriest and most entertaining speech on the night. Woolgar joked that, although he was sitting on the opposition benches with the Labour members, they had tried to buy him a fence to sit on, but budgetary constraints prevented it. 

8:25: The Times is reporting that Kenya and Sierra Leone, to which Britain traditionally sends observers to ensure free and fair elections, have sent their own observers to keep an eye on ours. They might well be very interested to read tomorrow’s big Cherwell splash…

8:20: The final polls are pointing to a r

esult that will leave the Tories as comfortably the largest party, but just short of an overall majority. Turnout has been high, which is probably a good sign for them.

7:10: Welcome to the Cherwell election night live blog. We’ll be updating this throughout the night with our thoughts on the

results, and observations of reactions in JCRs and at the Union’s election night party.

Review: The Butterfly’s Evil Spell

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A swallow told me the light of the stars is growing dim.’ An odd play, this. The young Lorca, heady with Symbolism, wrote about a community of insects whose innocence is broken by the impossible love of a cockroach for a butterfly. A ballet dancer played the butterfly, an iconic Cuban actress played the cockroach, and the play was laughed off the stage. In later years, Lorca would only ever revive it as a puppet-show.

There is much of the puppet-show about this production. Staged in Magdalen’s very own secret garden, it is visually gorgeous and cartoonishly acted. You feel that you are watching The Just So Stories in the act of being written, or perhaps that you have stumbled upon Bottom the Weaver rehearsing Pyramus and Thisbe.

The show has a fey beauty. The Japanesque costumes are sumptuous, and the body-acting is exaggerated in an attractive way. Best of all is the fickle moonlight of Lorca’s poetry. The script is a pastoral poem full of glittering conceits and troubling shadows. This may be an idyll, but it is always on the verge of nightmare.

The acting, on the other hand, is poor. Joseph O’Hara has clearly got his actors to affect a very faux-naif style, but, with a few honourable exceptions, they cannot pull it off. It is more leaden than ironic. The love-struck girl shows she is love-struck by heaving stagy sighs; the distracted poet simply stares into space. The drunken scorpion is best suited to the operatic style of the performance, but on the whole the effect is am-dram Gilbert and Sullivan.
Ultimately, watching this play is like talking to a beautiful but vapid woman. You find yourself fascinated by her tricks of gesture, the sheen of her dress, but eventually the empty space behind her eyes becomes disconcerting. If you want wit and drama, you’ll find it elsewhere. But if you fancy a touch of opiate romance on a warm May evening beneath the fruit trees, lie back among the poppies and let the butterfly work her magic.

 

Valiant Blues take Varsity glory

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Oxford won the 126th Varsity football match on penalties after a pulsating 1-1 draw at the Abbey Stadium on Friday night. A stunning 90th minute free kick from James Kelly forced the shootout in which a brilliant save from Dwayne Whylly, and five flawless shots from the Dark Blues, ensured a famous victory.

Despite the excellent condition of the pitch both sides seemed to struggle early on and the game was scrappy and nervy. It was Oxford who managed to take the early initiative, creating three clear cut chances that really should have been taken. First centre back Elliot Thomas sent a header woefully wide from close range, then just three minutes later the same player had another header cleared off the line and eventually scrambled away by the desperate Cambridge defence. Oxford’s best chance of the half fell to Adam Zagajewski minutes later. Having found himself completely free in the box he failed to connect with his header at all, giving the light blues another huge escape.

Oxford were made to pay for their wastefulness in front of goal on the half hour mark. In one of Cambridge’s first forays forward, Matt Stock cleverly turned Thomas in the box and went to ground. Referee Lee Mason showed no hesitation in pointing to the spot to give what was a clear penalty. Mark Baxter stepped up to calmly slot home and put Cambridge into a lead they barely deserved. Oxford appeared rattled by the goal and nearly conceded again soon after, Whylly having to acrobatically tip Baxter’s swirling corner over the bar.

After the half time break, Oxford continued to dominate, but could not find the breakthrough they needed. Despite plenty of possession they were unable to convert it into any goal scoring chances. As the sides tired both managers brought on substitutes. The energetic Ben Quigley came on for Oxford, offering some solidity in midfield and allowing Julian Austin to move into a more forward thinking position. Despite this good intent every Oxford attack was comfortably dealt with by the impressive Cambridge backline.

Oxford were leaving themselves open at the back and the lightning fast Danny Kerrigan was causing major problems on the break for the dark blue defence. With only a few minutes remaining he appeared to have won his side a second penalty when he went down under a clumsy challenge in the area. Premier League referee Mason waved away the loud appeals however, much to the frustration of the majority inside the stadium.

This frustration was even more keenly felt when Mason awarded the Dark Blues a contentious free kick seconds later after a foul on Quigley. But there were no complaints about what followed. Kelly stepped up to curl an unstoppable effort over the wall and into the bottom corner – sending the Oxford players and supporters into delirium. An extra fifteen minutes was therefore required, but the players were obviously exhausted with several collapsing with cramp during the period. It seemed that both sides were happy to accept the lottery of the penalty shoot out.
Quigley calmly put the Dark Blues into the lead, and then Oxford’s second match winner came to the fore. Keeper Whylly flew to his right to tip Baxter’s effort onto the post, the ball dribbling back across the line and away, agonisingly or beautifully depending on where your loyalties lie. Successful penalties from Austin, Laurence Ball and Kelly meant that Cambridge’s Kerrigan had to score his penalty to keep the light blues in the contest.
Once more Whylly flew across his goal to keep the ball out, cuing the Oxford celebrations.

But the drama was still not over. Mason ordered the kick to be retaken because Whylly had moved off his line to make the save, and the second time around Kerrigan found a way past. So it fell to Thomas to take the kick that would ensure dark blue victory. Showing composure that was absent from his earlier chances he calmly struck the ball into the corner, and sent his teammates into ecstasy. Winning a Varsity match is always sweet, but from these celebrations it appears that winning it in this dramatic fashion in your opponent’s back yard may just make it even sweeter.

 

Captain Farr salutes travelling fans

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Blues captain Leon Farr extended thanks to the travelling support that made Oxford’s football Varsity victory “all the more special.”

The game was being played at the Abbey Stadium, home of Cambridge United, because the usual venue, Fulham’s Craven Cottage, was unavailable. This meant that this year’s Blues not only had to accept a Conference rather than a Premier League ground, they were also faced with a crowd overwhelmingly supporting the Light Blues. A few hardy souls had made the journey from Oxford, but they were very much in the minority.

When asked about the fans after the game Farr told me, “They were brilliant. It was obviously like an away game for us. You had 700 or 800 of them and only 50 or 60 of us, but it was great playing to your own hardcore select band of away fans.” The Oxford fans certainly made themselves heard, especially when James Kelly curled in a fabulous last minute free kick to send the match into extra time. Farr said of his team’s saviour, “He’s a quiet lad, but I don’t think he’ll be quiet about that for much longer. It was an absolutely brilliant strike.”

Farr also had nothing but praise for the blues goalkeeper Dwayne Whylley whose incredible save in the penalty shoot out put his side firmly on course for victory. “Dwayne is one of the most talented footballers I’ve ever played with in my life, and he’s got the character to match. The save he pulled off today was nothing short of sublime. Absolutely incredible.”

Farr worked incredibly hard for his team in centre midfield during the game, putting in a display full of the heart and passion that makes Varsity events so special. This was appreciated by the often fiercely partisan Cambridge support as they applauded Oxford receiving the trophy. Farr believed his side deserved to win due to the amount of chances they created in the first half, but in truth Cambridge will feel hard done by having led for so long. Even Farr admitted the equaliser was “a little close to the bone.”

But how does it feel to win in Cambridge? “It’s incredible. I’m absolutely ecstatic.” And, judging by the roar that greeted his arrival in the Dark Blues’ changing room following our conversation, his teammates concurred.

 

Blues slide to dismal defeat

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The Blues suffered their first defeat of the season on Monday in the Parks, against Oxfordshire, a minor counties side. Despite a promising start to the season so far, claiming an earlier triumph against Oxford Cricket Club to win the ‘Town vs Gown’ trophy, the Blues struggled to match Oxfordshire in both batting and bowling, and lost by 4 wickets.

Blues captain Raj Sharma (Mansfield) won the toss and chose to bat on a bitterly cold day, with blustery conditions, interspersed with the occasional sunny patch. In the overcast conditions, conditions were tricky, yet Oxford openers, Robin Thompson (Worcester) and Nick Meadows (St. John’s) put on 16 for the first wicket before Meadows edged a ball that seamed away to be caught behind. This brought Avinash Sharma (Green Templeton) to the crease, and together with Thompson, they proceeded to add 71 for the second wicket. The pair scored quickly, as the two ran superbly between wickets, putting pressure onto the fielders with a succession of quick singles. Sharma punished anything full in length with some crunching drives, whilst Thompson rotated the strike to allow his more aggressive partner the lion’s share of the strike. When spin was introduced into the attack in the tenth over, Sharma went on the offensive, looking to hit over the top at every opportunity, before he eventually holed out to mid on. However, from 87-1, Oxford collapsed to 113-5, as the Oxfordshire spinners bowled tightly to restrict the scoring. Rain arrived after 33 overs, and after a brief interlude, Dan Pascoe (Lincoln) and Tom Bryan (Worcester) joined forces to rebuild the innings, and the pair batted sensibly to add 93 for the 6th wicket, before Pascoe was caught off the penultimate ball of the Oxford innings for 55. This left Oxford with a below par score of 208-6 from their 50 overs, Bryan finishing unbeaten on 38.
Knowing that they had not batted as well as they might have done, the pressure was on the Blues to come out firing on all cylinders. Unfortunately, both Nick Buchanan (Hertford) and Andrew Shakespeare (Worcester) struggled with their line, and the Oxfordshire opener Kaufman took full advantage, as he raced to his fifty.

The rain returned after five overs of the Oxfordshire innings, and when play resumed, the county side were chasing a revised target of 186 from a total of 41 overs.
Kaufman then continued where he had left off before the break, before he was dismissed for 68 from 52 balls, the Oxfordshire openers having put on 102 for the first wicket. Oxford managed to exert a great deal of pressure on the opposition batsmen, with Sharma going for just 10 runs from his 6 overs and spinners Pascoe and Thompson picking up five wickets between them.

However, it proved to be a case of too little too late, the damage to Oxford’s chances having been done earlier in the match. The runs were knocked off in 38.3 overs, with Oxfordshire finishing on 187-6, to win by 4 wickets.
Despite the defeat, Blues captain Sharma praised the resilience of his team. ‘It’s always going to be tough when you don’t quite get enough runs on the board, but I thought we stuck at it really well.’

Although the end result was disappointing for the Blues, particularly as it was the first match of the season in the Parks, there is a lot of one day cricket still to be played between now and the Varsity match at Lord’s on the 4th July, and the Blues will look to bounce back this week when they play the Duke of Norfolk’s XI.

 

Raising the Bar

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The name Beth Tweddle may not instinctively roll of the tongue of followers of mainstream sport. Mind you, neither would gymnastics. Despite a injury-prone career, Tweddle has constantly defied the odds and proved all her critics wrong. At the age of 24, an OAP in gymnastic years, Tweddle has gone where no British female gymnast has gone before, winning numerous British, World and European titles and crowning it all with an MBE. The only major accolade to elude her during a remarkable career is an Olympic medal. With London 2012 just over the horizon, a medal of any colour in her home country mark the perfect finish to a sparkling career. Here Tweddle reflects on her remarkable path to stardom, how she’s helping to inspire the next generation of gymnasts, and what the future holds for both her and British gymnastics.

AK: Gymnastics wasn’t your first passion, so when did your love for gymnastics first start off?
BT: I was a very hyperactive kid. I tried all sorts of sports: ballet, swimming and one of my dad’s friends took me along to the local gymnastics club and I absolutely hated it. It was only when I did my first competition that I realised that this was the stage I wanted to be on and I never looked back after that.

AK: Obviously you’ve had a fantastic career and some people say you’re the best British female gymnast ever. What’s been the highlight of this illustrious career of yours so far?
BT: It definitely has to be the world title at the O2 Arena last year just because everyone’s always known me for my bar work, and the floor work was a bit of an added bonus. So to come out with the World Title having had the disappointment of not even qualifying for the bar only three or four days before made it all the more special and showed people that I’m not just a one trick pony and I can do other stuff other than bars.

AK: If you’re going to be really critical of yourself where would you say your weakness lies?
BT: I think the artistry on the floor. I’m not the best dancer in the world! I know that and I think the judges know that so I have to work harder on the skills and the leaps to cover it up!

AK: A lot has been talked about regarding your age. You’ll be twenty-seven when you appear in London. Is age a barrier in gymnastics?
BT: It can be if you let it be. I think the main thing is I’m clever with my training and I work closely with my trainer and physios. After every major international I get time off to let my body recover and when I’m training for the events I don’t necessarily do the same sort of training as what I did when I was fifteen or sixteen. I just believe that with age comes experience and hopefully I can take that experience away and use it to my advantage.

AK: Do you still feel that there’s quite a lot of pressure on you given that you’re the stand out figure in British gymnastics?
BT: I think obviously gymnastics is seen as a little girl’s sport and every parent wants to put their little girl into gymnastics. Hopefully by having the likes of Lewis Smith who won Olympic Bronze and Dan Keatings who won a silver at the World Championships last year, little boys can look up to them as a role model. Their profiles are only just starting to build whereas my profile has been around for a while. Hopefully they’ll help to spur on the younger kids to get involved and not just go down to the local football pitch!

AK: Do you think the future is a bright one for gymnastics in this country?
BT: Definitely. Our Romanian coach was there at the weekend when we won team silver and it was the first time we’d ever come above sixth so to win a silver medal was a massive achievement for British gymnastics both on the girls and boys side. He said ‘I’ve waited eighteen years for this results and its finally come.’ A lot of people gave him stick over the years saying ‘You’ve not got the results, you’ve not got the results,’ and he was saying ‘It takes time, it takes time.’ Obviously he spotted us when we were tiny tots and it’s taken that ten to twenty years to come through and finally it has started to come through.

AK: If we look past London 2012, you’ve talked about working in schools and local communities in trying to promote, amongst other sports, gymnastics, how important do you think it is to give kids the opportunity to do something with their lives?
BT: It’s a massive thing. Sport for me has given me passion in my life. For me it has kept me off the streets and it has given me something to aim towards and if I can give one child that opportunity then I’ve done my job. Kids get such a bad reputation these days but at the end of the day I don’t think they’re bad kinds – they’re no different to what we were. That’s why I’ve set these academies up in deprived areas of Liverpool. It gives them the opportunity to have a go at gymnastics. When the Olympics come, I think the uptake on gymnastics will go over the wall. Every parent wants to take their kid to gymnastics because it’s on the TV so much! So hopefully we’ll have the same effect with the Olympics in 2012.

 

The Poptician will see you now

It’s impossible to talk to John Hegley for more than a few minutes without his enjoyment of words and rhyme, bubbling ‘sheer and clear and fun to hear’ into the conversation. The popular poet, who has produced ten books of verse and prose pieces, two CDS and one mug, is an Edinburgh Fringe Festival regular, former front man of the John Peel-endorsed Popticians, and is performing at the Oxford Playhouse on Friday 14th May. Hegley, who started his career busking outside a Hull shoeshop, now DJs, performs frequently for the radio, runs workshops and was awarded an honorary Doctorate of Arts from the University of Bedfordshire.

Known for his exploration of topics as diverse as dog hair, potatoes, handkerchiefs and the misery of human existence, Hegley says childhood curiosity, having stayed with him through to adulthood, fuels the variety of his creative output. The balance he maintains between his poetry as written words and theatrical performance is inspired by the reciprocity of children’s street rhymes and games.

Hegley sees the poet as a conductor, absorbing the lightning of the audience, and stresses that audience interaction is as integral to his performance ‘as cake is to icing’, and makes all the difference to his ‘poetic slicing.’
In Hegley’s eyes, poetry is an aural art form just as much as it is written; he sees poetry hand in hand with performance. ‘Poetry is to be enjoyed; its reception is the most important thing. The point of poetry is to make the audience laugh or cry or think, and to want to pass it on to someone else.’ Only through theatre, however, can the poet experience the pleasure of giving their words as a gift, and enjoy the reaction which greets them, a fresh and unique time and again with every new audience.

Hegley’s enthusiasm for poetry and its reception is infectious, and in conclusion to his endearing, generous conversation, he offers this advice to aspiring poets and performers: ‘Find the juice. Find the elephant in the room…Find the moose in the room.’

Why not try: Ultimate Frisbee

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How many of us don’t just love throwing a Frisbee around on a nice sunny day? It’s leisurely enough and you can impress your friends by launching a Frisbee high into the stratosphere or by making a good catch.

So why not try it as a sport and play ultimate Frisbee (I’m sorry, I mean Ultimate, to use the official name).
To play Ultimate, all one needs is an empty field (ideally one 40 metres by 120 metres) and 13 friends to make up two teams of 7. The pitch is then split up into a 70 yard playing field with two 25 yard “end zones” on either end. Then one can start to play Ultimate to their heart’s content and so give a nice little twist to a leisurely summer game of Frisbee.

It is a very easy sport to play with one really only needing to know the basic rules. Firstly that once a player has caught the Frisbee, they then cannot move until they have passed the Frisbee to another teammate. Secondly they then have ten seconds to pass the Frisbee to a teammate and they are counted down from 10 by an opposing player within 10 yards of them. Finally (and quite importantly) it is a non contact sport and so defenders cannot physically obstruct or tackle the opposing team. Having said this, the game is refereed by the players and so you never know what you might get away with.

The aim in Ultimate is to score more points than the opposing team, with a point being awarded to a team if they successfully complete a pass to a teammate within the opposing team’s defensive “end zone”. The game ends once a team has reached 15 points with at least a two point advantage or after an agreed period of time for those of you who aren’t that confident in your goal scoring abilities.

This exciting sport is now played, believe it or not, by over 60 universities in the country, including by our very own Oxford University. In fact, the Oxford Ultimate team has some form of practice almost every day of the week amd there are many teams that you can get involved in. Alternatively, you can get in touch with your college Ultimate captain (yes there is actually such a thing) and play at a more casual standard, or even take part in cuppers this term.

To start with, however, in a moment of boredom or avoiding of revision, why not just go to your college gardens or parks and through a Frisbee around with mates and give Ultimate a go? What better way to spend a summer afternoon is there? I mean anything with a name like Ultimate has got to be pretty cool.

 

My big fat Oxford week

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Tuesday.: Week begins well when brewing nervous breakdown fuelled by Red Bull and Marlboro Menthols arrives and the cast, noticing my thousand-yard stare, take charge. Meanwhile Emily, the Producer, rocks me gently against her bosom and I clutch my now-battered copy of The Odyssey, muttering “WWOD?” What Would Odysseus Do?

Wednesday: Apparently Odysseus would ditch the caffeine drinks, dress like a gypsy queen and fuel up on female empowerment via Madonna Glee-injection. A rejuvenated Director Bitch from Hell returns to rehearsal. Cast respond well to instructions to be men who killed puppies for fun as children. “You are all vile,” I tell them proudly. They beam at me beatifically.

Thursday: After making passionate and bold assertions in tute about novel I have not read, I quick march over to rehearsal. The music cue-to-cue is in tatters, as LMH have apparently lied about owning a piano. Why? Why?

Friday. May Day. Solve problems of stress with retail therapy. Solve problems of money with student credit card. Spend evening being witty, charming and attractive (definitely true and not pleasant, cocktail-fuelled delusion) before retiring to bed.

Saturday: Arrive at 10am rehearsal to find large proportion of cast sleepless and hung-over/still drunk. Tell them loudly I have little sympathy. One goes to sleep on floor of rehearsal room. Write off day’s productivity.

Sunday: Get-in at Playhouse. Am asked to give opinion on ‘cladding’. Don’t know what ‘cladding’ is. Transpires to be technical word for ‘draping’. Realise suddenly that set- nay, entire play – is a realisation of the inside of my head, making the cast and crew tiny brain-people. The realisation cheers me considerably. Leaving the theatre, Producer and I spot giant Odyssey poster erected above Playhouse entrance for the first time. We hold hands and pray.

 

 

Deep in the Vatican vaults

When I arrived in Rome three months ago, I wasn’t to know that I was about to get a first-hand experience of one of the biggest crises of the western world’s oldest and largest institution: the Roman Catholic Church.
As I started my internship with the BBC, I was immediately intrigued by the subtle yet omnipresent power of the Church that pervaded all of Rome: not only a visual and physical power – the colossal St Peter’s church, hundreds of priests and nuns walking silently on the streets – but also a fiercely strong political and social one.

I understood what it meant to live in the same city as the Pope when I was sent to interview the head of a Roman state school. The man had provoked the Vatican’s wrath by installing a condom machine for students. It ‘trivializes sexuality’ wrote Cardinal Augosto Vallini, Vicar General of Rome, in an official statement that was relayed by most Italian newspapers. Within a few hours, everyone knew about the small Kepler school situated in a lower-middle class district on the outskirts of Rome. Heading to the interview, I gave the taxi driver the school’s address not expecting that he would know about it but he immediately replied: ‘Ha, you want to go to the ‘condom school!’ and seeing me surprised he added, ‘It’s been on the radio all day’. On that afternoon, I witnessed the Vatican’s success in creating a media storm in Italy out of a decision that many schools around the world had made before without any particular public interest.

I observed a similar attempt by the Church to control the lives of the Italian laity during the regional elections in March 2010. Two women were competing for the presidency of Lazio, the region comprising Rome and the Vatican; Renata Polverini was from Berlusconi’s PDL party and Emma Bonino was the centre-left Democratic Party’s candidate, well known for her pro-abortion views. They had been head-to-head in the polls throughout the campaign. It has been argued that what eventually gave Polverini the advantage was the Church’s official intervention asking citizens to act according to their Catholic conscience thus avoiding voting for pro-abortion candidates.
‘It is with regard to the primordial right to life that in this third millennium, the whole of society still has to carry out an examination of conscience. Every citizen must bare this in mind when voting, both for national and local elections’, wrote Cardinal Angelo Bagnasco, head of the Italian Bishops Conference, in an official statement issued a few days before the elections. On the 29th of March 2010, Renata Polverini won the elections with 51.14% of the votes.

The problem is that the Vatican tends to impose its views when it does not strictly need to intervene, but conveniently remains quiet on more critical matters when they threaten its reputation. This wall of silence has been under attack for many years but when I arrived in Rome it finally seemed to be breaking down.

It is not the first time that the Vatican has been plagued by sex scandals – the Boston priests’ case in the 1990s caused public outrage and forced Pope John Paul II to call an emergency meeting with US cardinals in 2002, which resulted in Archbishop Bernard Law’s resignation later that year. But this particular crisis seems particularly tenacious, and therefore extremely dangerous for the Church. ‘I have never seen a graver crisis affecting the Church’ said David Willey, the BBC’s Vatican specialist who has been reporting from the principality for the past forty years and for whom I had the privilege to work. ‘The façade is finally beginning to crack’, he added. That is because the scandals now directly involve the Vatican’s most holy and powerful representative: the Pope.

Did Benedict XVI (Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger at the time) know about all these atrocities, and if so, why did he not report them to the authorities? The fact that the press all around the world has repeatedly raised this question is quite an exceptional event in itself. For the first time, the Church’s leader is accused of being somewhat responsible for covering up heinous crimes that were allegedly reported to him while he was Archbishop of Munich in the 1970s and later in Rome. Indeed, between 1981 and 2005, Cardinal Ratzinger was Prefect of the Congregation of the Doctrine of the Faith (CDF) in charge, amongst other things, of dealing with clerical sexual misconduct.

In May 2001, Ratzinger sent a letter to all Catholic Bishops ordering that ‘preliminary investigations’ into claims of sexual abuse should be sent directly to the CDF office, without informing authorities for ‘cases of this kind are subject to the pontifical secret’. Some argue that this letter proved Cardinal Ratzinger’s deliberate attempt to obstruct an inquiry into sex abuse, but others claim it showed his determination to organize the Church’s chaotic system by centralizing all the allegations to his office. As a matter of fact, Ratzinger’s defenders portray him as the first Pope who has demonstrated a real dedication to free the Church from sexual crimes. Not only has Benedict XVI commented on the scandals more frequently than his predecessor, but he also tried investigating an estimated two thousand sexual abuses on boys committed during the 1990s by the Austrian Cardinal Groër, John Paul II’s close friend, but the Vatican stopped him. Could John Paul II, the much-loved pope, have done a worse job than the austere Benedict XVI in handling cases of sexual abuse? ‘I doubt that Ratzinger will go down in history as a better pope than his predecessor, but he may well have prevented him ever becoming a Saint’ David Willey told me.

It is interesting to see how Ratzinger’s 2001 letter can be interpreted in such drastically opposed, yet justifiable, ways. Unfortunately, the Vatican’s media strategy has been appalling throughout the crisis and therefore the other side of the story has rarely been heard. The Vatican would ‘shoot the messenger’ – a New York Times’ article was said to be an ‘ignoble attempt to attack at any cost Benedict XVI’ – but never rationally invalidated the accusations regarding the Pope’s handling of the sexual abuse cases.

It is key to remember that the word ‘cases’ objectifies what is fundamentally a terrible human tragedy, as I realized during the afternoon I spent at the BBC office with two American men who had been sexually abused by priests more than thirty years ago. No words could ever describe what they had to endure, and the psychological torture they still suffer today. They had come to Rome to be heard, having felt that the moment of truth had finally arrived. ‘It is amazing to see that no matter where we come from, the same rule of silence has been imposed upon priests’ victims’ one of the men told me. ‘I still believe in God, but not in the Church’, he added in a calm but resolute tone. When I left the office that night and walked through St Peter’s square, not even the beautiful façade of the church in the twilight could make me forget what I had heard.