Monday 21st July 2025
Blog Page 1993

Top Five: Hangover cures

0

5th: Heed the Rhyme

We’ve heard them all before: ‘don’t mix the grape and the grain’; ‘beer then wine, I feel fine, wine then beer, I feel queer.’ Let’s face it: if it rhymes, it’s probably true. So arrange your next night around such tested dictums as “beer then sherry, you’ll be merry”

4th: Dioralyte

Yes, Dioralyte is traditionally used for diarrhoea (gross), but if taken before you sleep it work wonders at replacing the bodily fluids lost due to alocohol poisoning, helping relieve many of the symptoms of a hangover come morning.

3rd: Resolve & Berocca

The magic combination. Resolve is sold in the UK as a stomach settler, and the mixture of paracetamol and antacid chemicals taken before bed helps with nausea. Follow it up with a hit of Berocca in the morning, which contains all the chemicals that are lost and destroyed during drinking.

2nd: Hair of the Dog

Not one I’m keen to try, but some swear by the benefits of a tot more alcohol in the morning. Especially if you’re still a bit drunk, and not really in the mood to stop. In reality, though, it only delays the breakdown of methanol (what makes you feel awful) until later on, and you begin writing drunk. Ideal.

1st: Water

The one and only. THAT headache is from dehydration, so start replacing the water your body has lost before you go to bed, and then get back on it as soon as you wake up. An alternative is to mix your own isotonic solution (research has shown that a poisoned digestive system can more easily absorb a salt solution than pure water). Put a spoonful of salt in your water followed by a splash of grape juice to mask the taste and increase the concentration.

 

 

A Big Fat Greek Crisis

0

What is the Greek debt crisis?

Successive budget deficits accumulating over the past fifteen years have resulted in a national debt of 272.3 bn. Euros, 114.6% of Greece’s GDP. The previous government disgracefully stirred statistics attempting to hide the problem, claiming a 6% budget deficit where the actual figure had reached 14.1%. The new 2009 elected government of PASOK therefore had to borrow money to cover the deficit. However, the relative interest rate at which the international financial market, based on risk assessments, would lend the country had been increasing. As the rate of interest was increasing, so would the money needed to repay the debt. This would lead to an accelerating effect, plunging the country into an ever-multiplying debt and ultimate bankruptcy.

What caused the deficit in the first place?

A crucial detail, neglected by most commentators, is that the extravagance of the Greek debt is less the result of fundamental market problems and more the result of chronic fiscal mismanagement due to political corruption, bribery and incompetence. It is more about manipulation and responsibility evasion on the part of government spending rather tax evasion on the part of citizens. Granted, Greece has been suffering from poor competitiveness levels and resulting trade deficits. But equally true is that the complicated bureaucratic system, the constantly changing legislation, and the inflexible institutional mechanisms do not provide a fertile ground for businesses to flourish. Above all, what taxes the Greek economy the most is its political corruption, which international data estimates costs Greeks around 30 bn. a year.

What do we mean by corruption in Greece?

Corruption has been established as a sort of regime and mentality in politics and has become a structural problem in Greek society. Corruption has many faces, none of them pretty. The ugliest ones relate to the way public construction works are allocated, as the agents behind construction agencies are often the same found behind media companies. They therefore use their potential influence upon public opinion to manipulate the assignment of public works. Companies start by setting a ‘reasonable’ budget for each work, which is usually exceeded by several times its initial estimated value. The difference between the initial ‘reasonable’ estimate and the real final cost – which is financed by taxpayer’s money – is then shared between the companies’ executives and the government officials who secured the works for them. The most well-known example is the Olympic Games constructions, initially budgeted for 1.8 bn, but later shown to have cost the taxpayer 17.5bn.

Why have people taken to the streets?

As even those least acquainted with Greek politics recognise, the protests are not simply about the economic crisis. The hundreds of thousands of citizens protesting with profound rage, furiously shouting slogans such as ‘Thieves, Get Out!’ and ‘Burn it down!’, represents a clear political indication that Greece faces a serious and deepening legitimation crisis. The political system’s effectiveness has been put under question for quite some time now: the December 2008 uprising marked the first major eruption of a delegitimation which was left to expand. In Lockean terms, these protests signified the free, direct and popular withdrawal of consent from the way politics works in Greece.

What are the causes of Greece’s legitimation crisis?


Firstly, the institution of Justice is seriously malfunctioning. How can we, ask the citizens, be held responsible for the injustices that governments themselves conducted against us? How is it that no one has been brought before the Court to be judged for their crimes? They are asked to pay the price for financing the robbery conducted against them. Secondly, there’s the chronic violation of equality before the law. Based on an obscure asylum policy, Greek politicians cannot be taken to court for criminal offences or embezzlements like any other citizen, even after their term in government ends. Thirdly: unaccountability. Greece lacks an institutional framework for ensuring some basic consistency between electoral manifestos and subsequent policies, so that people can actually hold politicians accountable for divergence from electoral promises. Finally, resorting to the IMF without a referendum widened the already existing democratic deficit. Many people talked about constitutional problems in passing the legislation while many citizens regard this as violation of the democratic principle of consent.

Is the cradle of democracy standing on the brink of an undemocratic abyss?

It is already quite deep inside this undemocratic abyss. To keep democracy, Greek politicians will have to realise that it is the people governing through them and not them governing through the people. This means assuming responsibility; the ability to respond to people’s concerns. To deny modifying the legislation regarding austerity measures at least as a kind of symbolic acknowledgement of the public reaction to it is certainly not the way to handle things. The democratic deficit will be closed by realising democracy is something dynamic and ongoing, and that giving ones’ vote in an election does not hand over to politicians an absolute power to do just anything without popular checks and balances.

 

Despoina Potari is a DPhil Candidate in Politics at Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford.

‘Coming Out’

0

After what has been a depressing couple of years, I was reminded early on Friday morning of why I stand for, and in the end fought for, the Labour Party.

I had been hesitant in professing my support for and officially affiliating myself with any particular party for a long time, before the election forced my hand. People may attribute this to a small rebellion against my staunchly Labour family, or fear of being mocked as their ratings in the polls languished. Perhaps this did have an unconscious effect; it’s hard to say.

However, the reason I told myself I was right not to do so was a sort of squeamishness stemming from a fear of being accused of supporting Labour for the same reasons I support Newcastle United – due to an emotional, regional and class connection, and because my Dad does it.

I had, in fact, thoroughly inspected the policies of each party. I must admit to have briefly wavered when ‘Cleggmania’ hit, and the Lib Dems briefly appeared to be a potentially significant party. Some of their policies made sense: Capital Gains Tax rises and Pupil Premiums would have my full support. Although I think Proportional Representation and scrapping Trident would be detrimental for Britain, at least they came from ideals I can identify with.

However, they remained the Lib Dems; inexperienced, largely unrealistic and in some cases dishonest. Their immigration policies are nonsensical, their environmental policies unworkable and the likes of scrapping Child Trust Funds just plain wrong.

Also, the Tories, whose speedy return to Thatcherite policies terrifies me, might have won outright.

I was a ‘closet’ Labour supporter, struggling to ‘come out’. However, I realised how shallow my position was – if it’s the way I am, if I believe absolutely in their policies and ideology, then I shouldn’t fight it. I might even help others to come out.

Of course, as soon as I told my friends I was canvassing with the OULC, it quickly spread that I was “bumming Labour”.

In the end, a couple of my friends actually came out and came along as well, and the more I got involved, the more I really, really cared. The amount of people who didn’t care at all about Labour or broader politics but felt personally indebted to Andrew Smith, particularly in the council estates around Blackbird Leys, reinforced the importance for me of the cause locally as well as nationally.

It actually got to the stage where I felt guilty when I was writing essays, because I wasn’t out campaigning. At the town hall, waiting for the results, I told a fellow Labourite that I was more nervous than when finding out if I had got in to Oxford. He didn’t seem to believe me, but I genuinely meant it. I knew that the impact of Andrew’s re-election, and nationally a limitation of the Tory damage, would make a huge difference to the hundreds of people I had knocked on in the previous couple of weeks.

The announcement of a substantial increase in Andrew’s majority when he had largely been written off, including by many of my politically-minded friends and one of my politics tutors, is a moment I will never forget. Rarely have I been happier.

Hours later, I was dragged along to the Union by a Union hack friend, and to the Tory room, as every other room was deserted. I was expecting banter and some hostility, as I stood wearing my ‘Vote Labour’ sticker with pride. The reality was far worse, and was genuinely physically repulsive. Not a man was there without a tweed jacket and greased hair, not an ethnic minority was there at all, and they all started singing ‘Land of Hope and Glory’ and ‘God Save the Queen’ when they took Labour seats. Were it not for the TV in the corner, a hundred years may as well have not passed.

The thought of singing ‘Red Flag’ or some Billy Bragg passed my mind, but were rejected for fear of being encircled and drowned in slime. I quickly left, although I have no idea how I resisted punching the smirking racist who lost the OCA their ‘U’, who stood by the door on my way out.

Whilst I’m still slightly squeamish about coming out in black and white about a set of problems where there is no easy answer, Friday night convinced me that I was right in fighting for those I believe are nearer the best answers. It is important that those who care about politics, who believe having one party rather than another can make a beneficial difference to Britain, debate, campaign and help out; it is surely unacceptable not to if you truly believe that it will make that much of a difference. Ideologically, on policy, and on lack of abject repulsiveness I found it important that I made every difference I could for my party.

I have finally ‘come out’; much to the horror of the Conservatives.

 

Dead body found in Isis

0

At midday yesterday, a dead body was found in the River Isis at Folly Bridge.

The body was identified as that of a male. He had been seen in town approximately an hour before his body was discovered.

A police statement gave a description of a white man in his mid 30s with dark brown hair and a small, dark goatee beard. He was wearing a blue tracksuit, red top and black trainers.

The body was spotted by a member of the public in a blocked-off inlet of the River just behind Folly Bridge. Police, fire crews and the ambulance service were present at the incident earlier on today. A section of Abingdon road, as well as the walkway at the bottom of Western Road, has now been closed off to the public while the matter is being investigated by police and forensic teams.

Cherwell reporters on the scene spoke to Detective Inspector Morton who said, “We are treating this as an unexplained death. At the moment, we are looking at all the eventualities, which could include murder, accident or suicide. There will be a post mortem later today, I expect within the next few hours.”

Will Harboard, a former Lincoln student who now works behind the bar at the Head of the River pub, said “I’m really surprised this happened just down the road from a police station. It’s pretty shocking.”

The body was found opposite Hertford accomodation. Harboard said, “There was a big group of Hertford students in the pub earlier who were talking about it. They did not believe that there was a dead body in the river, they thought someone had made it up”.

Sam Hawkins, a second year Hertford student, lives in Western Road, just next to where the body was found. He told Cherwell he was “astounded” to hear that dead body had been found so close to his house, and that it was “very unsavoury”. “Someone was stabbed in central Oxford a few days ago, making this the second violent incident in a week. This is not a laughing matter, I feel very unsafe.”

Police are appealing to anyone who may be able to shed some light on the incidents that led to the man’s death to come forward

Anyone with information should call police on 08458 505505 or Crimestoppers on 0800 555111.

First Night: The Oxford Revue and Friends

0

The Playhouse was packed last night. Six-hundred bottoms on six-hundred seats for this one off performance by our Palin-founded troupe of funny men and women, and two of their rival groups (whom they very diplomatically call “friends”) the Durham Revue, and the Cambridge Footlights. Things started off, then, on an optimistic note. The Playhouse were even generous enough to provide me and my companion (a reviewer from a rival publication) a voucher each for two free drinks, allowing us to rather enjoy ourselves in the circle bar during the interval.

The lights went down. The crowd demanded pleasing. Unfortunately, this was only half delivered. The Durham review started off, all dressed in a dull kind of school uniform, and delivered a series of quite short but rather predictable sketches based on, among other things, jazz music and its risk to drivers “jazz can go off the beat; driving can’t”, and an astronaut asking “are we there yet”. Actually, that last sketch was quite good, but should have cut after the admittedly-hilarious line “because you’re a fucking astronaut” instead of spinning out the dim-space-traveller for another three or so minutes, resulting in the bizarre and unfunny revelation that our astronautress had swapped oxygen canisters for Doritos. Yawn.

Durham weren’t always great, but at least when it wasn’t sweet, it was short. Cambridge, on the other hand, could have done with some of Durham’s briskness. They opened with an unattractive man (whose name , unfortunately, I cannot remember and am unable to look up in the nonexistent programme I was given) who did a slow stand-up routine. A rather sad joke about Marmite set the ball rolling. After, their act delivered a series of cumbersome sagas, though I should point out that Footlights’s Girl-with-big-blonde-hair did exceptionally well to rescue the show after an health emergency in the stalls meant the lights had to go on, leaving the audience confused, laughing nervously. Her “Shakespeare Poem” was amusing. Though it was an awful poem.

Cambridge picked up just before the interval: on came a Michael-MacIntyre-lookalike, whose light-hearted treatment of ‘lol’ etymology (etymo-lol-ogy, you could perhaps call it?) went down well. After a brief and, for us, quite inebriating break, The Oxford Revue literally danced onto the stage. It was a silly and wonderful breath of fresh air after a first half of what were quite similar-sounding sketches. And they got better and better as time went on. Religion, and Catholicism in particular, was the butt of many of the troupes’ jokes, yet only the Revue’s sketches handled it in a seriously funny manner. A priest being ordained is ordered to “down it, down it down it”, before swigging down his chalice and being greeted by cheers of “You’re a priest, you’re a priest, you’re a priest” before running off to bother the choirboys. Excellent. Skits about the North/South divide (“Think of it as the ceiling of a sewer, but upside down”) and a obstinate steak (“I ordered it rare” – “would you not say it was rare for a steak to talk?”) that ended up seducing its owner’s dinner date definitely drew a considerable laugh from this considerable audience. The Revue were also the only ones who harnessed the situation and played on the very-much-present mutual rivalry, announcing in a sketch about mental arithmetic “There’s always a place for you at Durham”.

The home team played well in the home arena, drawing an enjoyable evening to a zany close. Though my companion complained that she had seen some of their sketches done before, I was quite happy overall, and went away reminded that the Oxford Drama Scene is not all about three-hour Greek epics or painfully trendy adaptations of feminist novels. It’s also about fun and silliness too: giant orange hats and shits in handbags.

Come Dine With Cherwell

Fancy yourself as the next Jamie Oliver/Nigella Lawson? Then why not take part in an upcoming Cherwell edition of ‘Come Dine With Me’? We’re looking for four students to play host in a bid to win a three-course meal for two with wine at Café Rouge.

Email [email protected] if you would like to be involved!

Online Review – Translations

0

Impressively round characters with pigs under their arms

A play about the tension between an Irish village with a small school, and its English masters in 1833, Brian Friel’s Translations is the place to explore the meaning of cultural differences. But it has the potential for two flaws: political correctness, and comical stereotype. Kate O’Connor and Tim Kiely’s production manages admirably to avoid the former, but doesn’t quite steer clear of the latter.

The lack of understanding between the Gaelic-speaking villagers and the visiting English cartographers is marked by giving the villagers Irish accents. Unfortunately, this means that a large part of the cast speaks an unnatural accent, and the English and ‘bilingual’ characters have to play up their pronunciations as well. Thus the English sound like they have planks in their trousers, the Irish like they have pigs under their arms, and naturalism suffers.

Nevertheless, Translations does not fail to engage. It is an ambitious and well-executed project, staged in a sizable theatre, with impressive stage props and a cast of ten. Of these not all, but certainly most, act their parts convincingly. Many characters are often on stage simultaneously, and it is a joy to watch them all interact, even without a word. As a consequence they do get over the stereotypical flatness suggested by the accents. A very convincingly portrayed character is Doalty, a good-for-nothing schoolboy, who entertains better than his counterparts in the real world usually do. Schoolmaster Hugh’s performance is truly impressive. After Maire, an ambitious village girl, has held a monologue on why she wants to learn English rather than Greek or Latin, Hugh stares at her, tipsy and mortified. In silence, he pours himself a drink from his hipflask, downs it, and continues the lesson.

Translations, written in 1980, aimed to reflect upon contemporary as well as past Anglo-Irish troubles. It is a grim play still, but perhaps less politically so, and I think the directors have done well to focus on the play’s lively characters in any case. Translations is most convincingly about what is lost in translation. In a scene with great potential, the girl Maire flirts with the English lieutenant George Yolland, mediated by an interpreter. They say the same thing over and over to eachother in their respective languages. Notwithstanding the veil of culture shock,here we see the most profound translation problem of all: that between any one person and another.

Translations is at the Keble O’Reilly theatre until Saturday

Stage Review – The Way of the World

0

It is a balmy evening in late spring, in the Master’s garden at University College. Candles star the flowerbeds, champagne sparkles into glasses, and the beautiful people of Oxford sit about like a court in exile from Czarist Russia. Between two fruit trees, the actors glide across the grass in extravagant period costumes, and the twilight is alive with the sounds of culture. The Way of the World has everything an Oxford garden play needs: a budget big enough to make Croesus’ eyes water, an idyllic setting, and a plot so intricate that not even the playwright really understood what was going on.

There is just the small matter of the acting. Congreve’s late ‘restoration’ comedy – actually written long after the Glorious Revolution – is a very demanding play to perform. Its language is patterned and immensely rich in irony and other precious metals, and the story is sufficiently elaborate to have fazed audiences in 1700, let alone today. To play The Way of the World properly, you need to know the precise value of every word and plot twist, and to make them come alive for the audience.

To give a grossly simplified summary of the plot, a young man called Mirabell is courting Millamant, but is pressing his suit on her aunt the Lady Wishfort to conceal his intentions. Mrs Marwood, who is in love with Mirabell, reveals his true intentions to Lady Wishfort. Lady W, in a fit of pique, declares that she hates Mirabell ‘more than a Quaker hates a parrot,’ and threatens to cut out half of Millamant’s inheritance if she marries her lover. Mirabell decides to force Lady W’s hand by marrying her to a fictitious uncle, ‘Sir Rowland,’ who is in reality his manservant Waitwell. Add to this the roguish Fainall, cuckolded by Mirabell and in love with Mrs M, and a supporting cast of assorted fops, and you have what Serj Tankian would call a ‘pyramid mindfuck.’

This cast have some way to go if they are to make all this convincing and watchable. Admirably, the producers have drafted in many students who have never acted before, but ten days before the play’s debut the new recruits had not been well drilled. Some of the actors cut quite a dash: Eleanor Lischka’s whimsical Lady Wishfort raises a smile and Tom Bradbury bustles about the stage as the blustery country squire Sir Willfull Witwoud. Others, however, seem to think that they are acting in The Importance of Being Earnest, and do not give their lines their proper emphasis. Much more imagination still needs to go into the characters, and the cast have yet to gel as a whole in spite of some commendable dialogues. One common fault is that the actors tend to speak the lines in the right tone without concentrating hard enough on the weight and meaning of the individual words.

In all fairness, however, the cast are rehearsing frantically, and with a bit more hard work and inspiration they could make something very beautiful here. I’d back them to pull it off. This will be a visually gorgeous production in a charming setting, and with any luck we will see a performance that lives up to its glamorous surroundings.

Verdict: a curate’s egg that could turn out sunny side up

Oxford controversially defeated

0

The 103rd Varsity match took place in 8th of Hilary term and the tensely contested affair saw two of the most controversial decisions in Varsity history. It was also probably the closest the Varsity match has come to turning into a riot! These two decisions allowed Cambridge to walk away with a 5-4 victory which was not theirs.

The first fight of the night was the Featherweight bout between Melvin Chen (Mansfield) for Oxford and Faisal Nasim (Cambridge). The first round was a relatively close affair with Nasim able to use his height and reach advantage to keep Chen at a safe distance from him but when Chen was able to get inside his opponent, he landed hard right hands. On coming out for the second round Nasim seemed to have tired considerably, Chen sensed this and for the remaining two rounds applied relentless pressure. He landed hard combinations, to which Nasim could give no answer. Chen took the first fight by unanimous decision to make the score 1-0 to Oxford.

The Lightweight boxers were the next pair to take to the ring with Chris Pearson (Balliol), one of only two survivors from last year’s crushing defeat, fighting Jason Blick. This was the most explosive bout of the night. Pearson felt out his opponent for about 20 seconds, before exploding with a flurry of punches. He landed several devastating uppercuts and right hands, which forced the referee to step in and give Blick a standing count. Pearson sensed that his opponent was hurt and quickly resumed the attack after the count. He landed unleashed a horrific barrage of uppercuts and the referee had seen enough to stop the fight. So Pearson won by stoppage and gave Oxford a 2-0 lead.

Next came the Light-Welterweight bout between Leon Upton (Pembroke) and Brett Shanley. From the first minute of the first round Upton took control of the bout; using his southpaw stance to his advantage and landing countless straight left right hook combinations. He did not lose control at any point. Shanley was never allowed to exert any kind of pressure or land anything of note in the fight and Upton won by a unanimous decision.

In the Welterweight bout Josh Fields (Pembroke) fought Fergal McCool. This bout was very technical, with McCool applying as much pressure as he could for the entire fight. He never stopped coming forwards, but in doing so he did not appear to land cleanly. Fields, though on the back foot, landed clean counter strikes. Fields counter boxed while McCool attacked. In the end McCool won a majority decision. Fields was very unlucky not to have won, for the judges seemed to have awarded the Cambridge boxer the fight not on clean punching, but on aggression. With McCool winning on a majority decision, the score became 3-1 to Oxford.

The Light-Middleweight bout saw OUABC Captain Richard Pickering (Wadham), and the only other survivor from last year’s defeat, take on CUABC Captain and former GB kickboxer Chris Webb. This bout was probably the hardest fought contest of the evening. Webb took control of the first round landing hooks from unorthodox angles, but Pickering applied constant pressure, landing hard left right combinations of his own. Pickering started the second round the stronger and hurt Webb with several hard right hands. However, Webb managed to land hard counter strikes, including several hard uppercuts. The bout continued in the same vein for the rest of the 2nd and 3rd rounds. Pickering never took a step back and applied relentless pressure, but the Cambridge man’s greater accuracy saw him land more punches and earn the decision. So the score went to 3-2 to Oxford.

The first Middleweight bout of the night was between Carl Walton (Balliol), the clubs’ most experienced member as a double Blue from 2007 and 2008 and Ed Chadwick for Cambridge. This was the first of the controversial bouts. Walton looked extremely calm and was not at all phased by Chadwick’s attacks. He blocked all of Chadwick’s punches and Chadwick spent most of the time swinging with his forearms; only occasionally landing some hard left hands. In contrast, Walton landed solid right hand counters, left hooks and jabs. On several occasions he forced his opponent into the corner and landed hard right hands which made the Cambridge boxer turn his head away. When the announcer called out a unanimous decision, the crowd were already sure of a victory. To everyone’s horror, the bout was given to Chadwick! The crowd booed the decision and one of the Oxford coaches threatened to walk out with the remaining three boxers. It took a full 10-15 minutes for the night to resume. The Oxford crowd was outraged at the decision and were probably two steps away from starting a riot in protest. With this controversial result, the score went to 3-3 with three fights remaining.

The second Middleweight bout saw more of the same horrifying controversy. Borna Guevel (Somerville) faced Ssegawa-Ssekintu Kiwanuka. The bout started very explosively, with both boxers landing decent punches; Kiwanuka landing several hard jabs, but Guevel answering with sharp right hands of his own. It was difficult to separate them after the 1st round. In the second Guevel came out with huge determination and attacked his opponent for the entire two minutes. Kiwanuka was forced to turn his head away under the barrage of blows from Guevel. Guevel came out for the 3rd round tired after the pace he had sustained throughout the 2nd. Kiwanuka took advantage of this and landed several hard jabs. However, Guevel dug deep and responded with another burst of energy. He attacked his opponent with fury and landed right hand after right hand. The referee was forced to give Kiwanuka a standing count in the last 30 seconds of the fight. Once again the Oxford team were sure that the bout had gone their way, however, the mc announced a majority victory to Kiwanuka!

Now it was time for the Heavyweight boxers to take to the ring, with the Light-heavyweight bout between former paratrooper Ben Morris (St Hugh’s) and Tom Burlton. Burlton started the fight aggresively and attempted to match Morris’ ferocity and strength. However, Morris soon overcame any resistance his opponent could offer and proceeded to knock his opponent from one side of the ring to the other. At the end of the second round Morris landed several devastating uppercuts, which forced the referee to administer another standing count to the Cambridge boxer. The Cambridge coaches showed a degree of class by retiring Burlton at the end of the second round. This victory for Morris, kept Oxford’s chances of winning the fight alive.

With the score tied at 4-4, it all came down to James Ogg (LMH) to avenge the decisions at middleweight by beating Cambridge’s Bart Dear. Ogg started by using his greater height to keep his opponent at a distance. However, as he tired he stuck less to his strategy and allowed his opponent to pressure him and land punches on the inside. He never got back into the fight after this. Dear won the bout in a unanimous decision and in doing so gave the Light Blues a 5-4 varsity victory, albeit a controversial one at that.

Although the Oxford team and coaches remain hugely angered and disappointed by the result and by the judging on the night, on the plus side, the Dark Blue team successfully managed to restore their pride after last year’s crushing 9-0 defeat.

 

Why not try: Punting

0

Think Oxford. Think summer. Think Punting. After all, who could study, visit or even live in Oxford without trying their hand at bit of good old fashioned punting? And who knows whether they will be sublimely skilled in the art of punting and capable of naturally propelling their craft past all obstacles and streams of all depths, or resplendently inept and prone to taking the odd dip in the stream and incapable of keeping in time with the speed of the stream?

In modern times, the art of punting and punters have, it has to be said, become somewhat of a dying breed. Nevertheless, punts are still made in England, mainly to supply the popular tourist trade in Oxford and Cambridge. Originally built as cargo boats for angling, the punt is undoubtedly the perfect way to take a pleasure trip around Oxford on a warm summer’s day with the sun glistening off the tranquil waters of the River Cherwell. For those looking took take a more hands on approach to punting the best way to learn is to start out in a boat with a competent punter in order to watch him or her at work. Budding punters should though follow Jerome K. Jerome’s words of guidance in his witty novel on boating, Three Men in a Boat, where he proclaims “Punting is not as easy as it looks. As in rowing, you soon learn how to get along and handle the craft, but it takes long practice before you can do this with dignity and without getting the water all up your sleeve!”

So after a 5 minute lecture entitled “Teaching yourself Punting”, it’s time to pick a place to punt. Whether it’s in a traditional wooden or modern fibreglass punt, the best punting to be had in Oxford is on the Isis alongside Port Meadow to the west of the town. This particular stretch of the river is both shallow and gravelly (perfect punting conditions), has attractive scenery, and is well supplied with pubs, perfect for a Pimms o’clock. If you’re feeling truly inspired then a float along the Cherwell past the Botanic Gardens and along Christ Church meadow is the perfect way to take in the all the visual splendour that Oxford has to offer. Except in the near vicinity of Magdalen Bridge, all in all punting in Oxford is a quiet and truly rural experience.

Whether you’re keen on taking a back seat with a pimms in hand or taking punting to the edge, it’s a sure fire way enjoy the sights and sounds of Oxford in the summer. So the next time you’re by the river, why not go and have a punt or two!