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The 80s are back

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The Eighties are back. As Gene Hunt hits our TV screens for one last hurrah in the final series of Ashes to Ashes, so Britain’s trades unions are on the warpath. As British Airways cabin staff began a series of walkouts over changes to their working conditions, railway signallers announced their plans to heap misery on the travelling public with a national strike. Meanwhile, teaching unions threatened industrial action if parents and voluntary organisations were given more of a say in how schools were run.

In the trade union movement, old habits die hard. In 1979 a Labour government, trailing the Conservatives in the polls, was held to ransom by the unions which were bankrolling it. The then villain of the piece, Arthur Scargill, commented that the unions “are entitled by virtue of their sponsorship to tell their MPs which way to vote”. Of course 2010 is hardly 1979, but the parallels are hard to ignore. Just as in 1979 the trade union movement was the primary donor to the Labour Party, so it is today. The Unite super-union donated no less than £11 million to the Labour Party last year. And just as Scargill thought his National Union of Mineworkers could call the shots thirty-years ago, so Unite do today. The influence they wield is staggering: a total of 148 Labour candidates at this election are sponsored by Unite, among them thirteen cabinet ministers. As Labour’s former General-Secretary Peter Watt said, “it is absolutely fair to describe the Labour Party as the political wing of Unite. It influences Labour more than any other organisation.”

This would all matter somewhat less if it wasn’t for how the unions are using their influence. On reform of the public sector, they remain bitterly opposed to attempts to transfer power from Whitehall to the public. When John Prescott memorably said “If you set up a school and it becomes a good school, the great danger is that everyone wants to go there”, he was echoing a philosophy shared by the Labour Party and the unions – that individual choice is bad, and government control good. In healthcare, Labour and the Unison trade union bitterly opposed allowing NHS cancer patients to buy drugs that the government wouldn’t fund: cancer sufferers were threatened with having their NHS funding withdrawn if, in addition to their publicly-funded treatment, they paid for potentially life-saving drugs themselves. The argument of Labour and the unions was that to allow such a practice might “create a two-tier health service”. Silly me, I thought the NHS was there to treat patients, not serve the needs of state planners and ideologues.

Labour may have mocked David Cameron as a Gene Hunt figure, intent on taking Britain back to the 1980s, but it is the Labour Party who are in the pocket of the most reactionary force in British politics. They must think it’s still the 1980s.

 

Eye Candy: Oxford Students Do Summer Vintage

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As we all know summer brings out the best – and the worst – in British fashion. This term, it’s all about investment, key pieces and your own style.

Maria, Hertford College, Key Piece: Vintage Shorts

Lucy, Balliol College, Key Piece: Cape from Ebay

 

Bronya, Hertford College, Key Piece: Bag from Liberty

 

Alex, Magdalen College, Key Piece: Trousers from Uniqlo

 

 

 

 

 

Not so hung up on Dave

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The drama of this three-way tug of war has made this election the most exciting for some time. This is all the more remarkable, because beneath the veneer of TV debates and not-so-pithy one liners, the real conflict is over electoral reform, widely acknowledged to be one of the most boring political controversies out there. 

It’s not that it is boring because it’s insignificant – it’s a vital issue. Don’t kid yourself, it’s far more significant than a row over $6bn in public spending. It could fundamentally alter the British political landscape for decades. It’s more boring because of the details. Which is presumably why Cameron refuses to go into them, preferring instead to make his point via the intrigue of the “shady back-room deals” that he assures us would result from perennial hung parliaments, the inevitable outcome of PR.

“It is somewhat difficult to decry shady back room deals whilst simultaneously acknowledging that you’ll be making them.”

This strategy is, frankly, disingenuous. Never mind the fact that it is somewhat difficult to decry shady back room deals whilst simultaneously acknowledging that you’ll be making them; it is just plainly inaccurate to suppose that coalition government under PR is necessarily any less effective, open or democratic.

This is why you see Tories talking about Italy, and not Germany. Because Italy’s government was notoriously unstable, corrupt, and indebted under PR, while Germany’s government has been to all accounts rather more stable than Italy’s, and (whisper it) rather more accountable and prosperous than our own.

But there are quite a few good reasons why we shouldn’t assess PR on the Italian case. Italy was dominated by a single party from the end of the Second World War to 1994 – Christian Democrat hegemony over the Cabinet only fell apart as their communist opponents faded into irrelevance after the fall of the USSR. This was a recipe for corruption and bad governance. But nobody thinks that PR would result in one-party preeminence in the UK, so we shouldn’t be too worried.

“Cameron repeatedly bemoaned Germany’s speedier-than-us exit from recession”

On the other hand, Germany has done rather well for itself. It is surprising that Cameron, who has repeatedly bemoaned Germany’s speedier-than-us exit from recession when attempting to score points on the economy should be so apparently oblivious to the political system it stemmed from.

The country has also been stable — most elections have occurred, on schedule, every four years. Near thirty of the last sixty years in Germany were under the leadership of just two Chancellors – hardly the PR House-of-Cards that Cameron wants us to envision.

What’s more, German coalition politics is conducted very openly and democratically. Coalition preferences are declared before the election, in stark opposition to Clegg’s strategy of withholding the information for electoral advantage. After the election, negotiations are conducted publically, and a coalition agreement is signed. The German people know what they are voting for, and by and large they get it. What is interesting about this is that it isn’t even required by the German constitution-the parties do it of their own accord.

“It’s their choice to whip out the cigarillos and turn off the lights”

This is what makes Cameron’s (and to a lesser extent Labour’s) railing against a hung parliament so duplicitous. They say they want the best for the country, and that we must avoid a hung parliament and all it’s associated back-room ills. But they don’t acknowledge that it’s their choice to whip out the cigarillos and turn off the lights – they could perfectly well engage in a more democratic process, as their German counterparts do. 

Never mind the dim-wittedness of attacking PR coalition negotiations as undemocratic, in defence of a system that is patently more undemocratic itself.

Which is worse: Secretive negotiations, or a party running the country with the consent of less than 30% of the population, and a lower share of the vote than its competitors? Our current system disregards the opinion of a huge majority of the electorate – it has always been undemocratic, just never so obviously. 

There are potential problems with PR. Negotiations can be hidden, or they can be open and democratic. Governments can attempt to reach consensus, or they be inert, squabbling like Gordo’s boys at bath-time. The hypocrisy of the Lab/Con position is that the power to choose would be theirs—so they are either saying that they are either too stupid to design workable reform, or too self-interested to implement it. Neither are attractive qualities in a government.

Cherwell’s Trinity Photo Blog, Week 1

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Fancy yourself as a photographer?

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

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

 

 

Saturday – Corpus Ball Medieval Trance – Ollie Ford

 

Friday – Here comes the rain – Will Granger

 

Thursday – Hustings at St.Edward’s School- Jeremy Wynne

 

Wednesday – Summer by the Isis – Sonali Campion

 

Tuesday – Slavic books at dusk – Ollie Ford

 

Monday – Experiments at the science fair – Jeremy Wynne

 

Sunday – PCBC Pimms Party – Ollie Ford

From the Boats to the Goats

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And now for something a little different. At 4.30pm on Saturday 3rd April much of the nation’s focus was on the River Thames and the 156th University Boat Race. Whilst the True Blues and the Light Blues were fighting it out boat to boat, crew to crew and oar to oar, two go-getting goats (one named Bentley representing Oxford, one named Bramble representing Cambridge, began their dash to the finish line in the 2nd Annual Oxford vs. Cambridge Goat Race just a few miles away at Spitalfields City Farm in East London.

Following on from last year’s inaugural Goat Race in 2009 which saw Cambridge’s pygmy goat storm home to victory in front of a roaring crowd of over 400 people, the Goat Race 2010 immediately became an unmissable date in the diaries of all lovers of goat racing and fans fascinated in a bit of farmyard fun. This year over 900 supportive fans wearing everything from Rowing Lycra to Boat Club Jackets gathered to pass on their encouragement in the glorious Easter Saturday sunshine to the two goats in what is fast becoming a much appreciated alternative to the traditional Boat Race.

This year’s goat race had an extra edge to it as this year the competitors were brother and sister. Nothing better than a bit of sibling rivalry! The hype surrounding the goats’ sibling rivalry had been elevated by Spitalfields Life, a blog about life in the East End neighbourhood, to “a compelling psychodrama.” With the bets having been placed, the goats psyched up and the course cleared for the goats, the question which all people were asking themselves on the start line was who would be taking the limelight? It is fair to say that the cut yet shy Bramble and the lumbering Bentley did not fail to disappoint. In a close fought race, it was Bentley who stormed into an early lead but was eventually caught up and just pipped at the post by a nose by the craftier, and perhaps hungrier, Bramble. Thus, the 2010 Oxford vs. Cambridge Goat Race was, for the second consecutive year, won by Cambridge in an explosive time of 1min 14 seconds. Furthermore, this victory compounded with The Boat Race ensured a double delight for the Light Blues for this year, at least.

Giving her post-race reaction, Oxford’s ‘trainer’ stated that Bentley had been experiencing some health problems that may well have prevented him from giving his best performance thus aiding his opposite number. If health issues are to be believed, the result may not have come as much of a surprise for avid followers of the event. Nevertheless, questions will undoubtedly be asked over Bentley’s desire and bookies and followers of the race alike will undoubtedly be interested to see if he is chosen to represent Oxford track for a third time.

Apart from the main attraction of the goat racing, the annual event is held to raise money for and awareness of the Spitalfields City Farm Charity. This year a magnificent £3,400 was raised, £3000 of which was made from tickets and bets alone! Al the money raised from the event will go to providing a great help in the feeding of the animals and the overall running of the farm.

So whilst Cambridge’s Bramble reflects upon another victory and remains the undisputed ‘Golden Guernsey,’ Bentley will have time to reflect upon his performance and assess all the possibilities that lie ahead of him. Questions as to whether Bentley will be back to race again next year or whether a change in the Oxford goat guard is about to take place are still to be answered, however all we can hope for is that next year it’s third time lucky for Oxford!

For more pictures and a video from The Oxford vs. Cambridge Goat Race 2010 see http://www.thegoatrace.org/pictures-video

 

Read all about it

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The Sunday Times Oxford Literary Festival: a rainy week in the middle of March where the great, the good, and Peter Hitchens graced Christ Church with their presences – trying very hard to please their audiences while subtly flogging their books.

Firstly, where were you? The student turn-out was shockingly low: I could count the under-fifties on one hand at most events. Granted, I was treated to a handful of tickets courtesy of Cherwell’s charming editors and luckily avoided forking out the slightly pricey £10-per-event.
But really, £10 to see Martin Amis? You pay more than that in library fees.

I know, I know, it was the holiday, and perhaps you didn’t know – the advertising in and around Oxford was apparently non-existent, so unless you read The Sunday Times during term time, you probably had no idea a veritable selection box of literary giants was about to be unwrapped on your very doorstep.

Fortunately for you, Cherwell’s team of tireless bookworms were there to fill you in, and now you can plan ahead for next year.

The range of authors, journos and poets was very impressive, with something for every reader: the equally excellent Ian McEwan and Phillip Pullman didn’t disappoint lovers of fiction; science fans flocked to see Ben Goldacre and Simon Singh, and keen politicos had Shirley Williams, Andrew Rawnsley and Will Hutton to keep them busy. The organisers also packed in a strong core of big names to fill the Sheldonian for the special events: Martin Amis, Hilary Mantel and John le Carré all drew in the crowds.

On a general – and possibly pedantic – note, I think more thought could have gone into the choice of interviewers: unless the author could be trusted to handle the whole event on their own (Will Hutton did a fabulous job, for example) they tended to rely on a couple of stock interviewers, who, while friendly, were often under-prepared. One notable exception to this trend was the well-researched and fast-paced interview between Sunday Times deputy editor Martin Ivens and Andrew Rawnsley, author of The End of the Party. Questions were both accessible to those who had yet to read the book, while pitched so as to draw the most interesting angle and details from the author.

The difference between a good and bad interview can be captured by the difference between playing tennis with a ball and a soggy flannel: questions flop rather than bounce.

The high points (and there were many) included the entirely lovable David Dimbleby reducing a room of middle-aged women to giggles with his comments about Tracey Emin’s masturbation sketches and finding myself five feet away from the terrifying and fabulous Martin Amis oh-so-coolly puffing on a cigarette in front of a herd of braying paparazzi.

The one unmissable spectacle of the week was certainly David Mitchell ‘utterly wiping the floor’ with Shadow Culture Secretary Ed Vaizey, as my companion aptly described it. The politician avoided the same question four times, much to the amusement of the audience, and proceeded to dismiss Mitchell’s argument that spending less on the BBC’s website would make it worse as ‘left wing’. This, again, elicited roars of laughter from the Mitchell-loving crowd. There were points during the ‘debate’ when I actually felt sorry for Vaizey – against Mitchell he barely stood a chance. These moments were brief and, alas, fleeting.

The entire festival ran incredibly smoothly – events started and finished on the hour, and aside from a couple of microphone difficulties which were swiftly remedied I actually can’t recall anything going wrong. It certainly helped that the events were staffed by an army of friendly and helpful stewards. I don’t doubt that next year will be as thoughtfully prepared and as smoothly executed.

Be there.

Try This: Zuleika Dobson

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Here in Oxford we’re often content with escapism, so, understandably, nervousness usually greets any Oxford story more romantic and more wonderful than our (sometimes depressing) everyday existence. In this way the ‘Incomparable Max’ has become the forgotten author Max Beerbohm.

A member of the Oscar Wilde set, he left Oxford an essayist, parodist and caricaturist. In 1911 he wrote his one, perfect, novel: Zuleika Dobson.

In true Edwardian satirical style, Zuleika, the eponymous femme fatale, manages to infiltrate the all-male Judas College (based on Beerbohm’s alma mater, Merton College) and proceeds to entice every male undergraduate in the college with her irresistible charms. This sets in motion a chain of events which leads to, amongst other happenings, thunderstorms, drownings, and mass suicide.

Beerbohm is, after all, incomparable, so I must share a favourite passage. Following a scene in which every male undergraduate, gripped by the tragic romance between Zuleika and the Duke of Dorset, has followed the Duke and drowned themselves in the Isis, the narrator returns to Zuleika:

“And Zuleika? She had done a wise thing, and was where it was best that she should be. Her face lay upturned on the water’s surface, and round it were the masses of her dark hair, half floating, half submerged. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were parted. Not Ophelia in the brook could have seemed more at peace….What to her now the loves that she had inspired and played on? The lives lost for her? Little thought had she now of them. Aloof she lay….The air was heavy with scent of violets. These are the flowers of mourning; but their scent here and now signified nothing; for Eau de Violettes was the bath-essence that Zuleika always had.”

The shock that Zuleika might too have followed the Duke, but more shockingly that she might not be utterly amoral, is swiftly assuaged in the knowledge that she is merely taking a bath. Perfect.

 

Mind Your Manners

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Last year grime took over the UK: its indelible melodies and whimsical rapping were all over mainstream media. Rude Kid is one of the most renowned and ambitious producers on the scene, although he is hesitant to limit himself to grime. ‘I mix a lot of different sounds: dubstep, funky…I don’t know what I’d call it’. His tracks share an incredible sense of rhythm, with beats which scurry around the bassline, and a fearless use of samples from violins to maracas. Every instrumental features the words ‘are you ready?’. ‘It’s like my trademark – if I didn’t put that in, people wouldn’t know it was by me’.

The tracks are experimental in the best sense: ‘I try to make something that no-one’s made, to be different, because when you’re different people pay attention to you.’ Sometimes a distorted guitar chord replaces a bassline, other times the beat is built from a series of bleeps which sound like a checkout having an orgasm. Clearly, Rude Kid is fascinated by music: ‘I’ll listen to classical, just to hear how the strings are put together’.

He creates songs without a plan. ‘I just sit down and if I like the sound of the instrument, I will use that instrument and work around that. I’m on my own, in my room, and I try to do it to the best of my ability. I name the tunes by what’s around me – if I’ve got aftershave sitting on my desk, that’s the first thing I’ll look at when the beat’s done and I’ll just call it aftershave.’ But he claims that the name ‘Romford Ladies’ wasn’t inspired by the presence of several of Romford’s finest in his bedroom, but by the girls he’d see spilling out of clubs playing the familiar garage track samples.

He broke onto the scene with a track called U.F.O. ‘I used to get ignored a lot, but you have to keep your head down and work hard. I set myself a target, to get played on Logan Sama’s show. I made U.F.O. and that started getting played on Rinse FM. After Logan, people knew my name, and started asking for tunes’. That was three years ago. Now his tracks are on MTV adverts.,and even the latest version of DJ Hero.

With the heavy rotation his songs get on Rinse and at raves, you’d think he’d get sick of hearing them. “You know, I’ve heard them so many times on repeat. But, you know, as long as people like it, and play it, I’m happy.’

 

Review: Date Night

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If the lacklustre trailer for Tina Fey and Steve Carell’s new film Date Night fails to convince you to fork out money for a cinema ticket, the impressive cast list may well do the trick. Fey and Carell have clearly called in some favours for this project. That’s surely the only explanation as to why James Franco, Mila Kunis and Mark Wahlberg all chose to partake in such an unambitious production.

In the film, Fey and Carell play Phil and Claire Foster, an ordinary couple from New Jersey with a pleasant but unfulfilling daily routine. As a couple the amusing duo are likeable and believable but the film, disappointingly, is not. We see the Fosters heading out to the new ‘it’ restaurant in Manhattan called Claw. When they arrive at the restaurant without a booking and take the reservation of a couple known as The Tripplehorns they get a great deal more than they bargained for. We soon discover that the Tripplehorns are involved in some pretty sticky business. Thus the rest of the film sees the Fosters (mistaken for the Tripplehorns) desperately trying to avoid all kinds of danger. General hilarity ensues.

To be fair there are actually a selection of laugh out loud moments. These moments tend, however, to be when Fey and Carell are sticking less rigidly to Josh Klausner’s uninspired script. For example when the Fosters return to Claw disguised as ‘trendy’ and ‘alternative’ New Yorkers (with unexplained Siberian accents), they produce a brilliant piece of comedy that had the cinema erupting in laughter. In addition the outtakes at the end display the strong chemistry that exists between the film’s two protagonists. It’s just a pity Fey and Carell weren’t granted more freedom and control over this picture.

My main issue with the film is that I just didn’t buy the story. Why do the Fosters behave so stupidly throughout? When asked to step into a dark New York alleyway by two burly men, they comply. And when offered a way out of the mix up by the NYPD, they decide ‘It’s much too late for police now. Let’s solve this thing ourselves!’ Fey and Carell are a safe bet for the main parts and they should be the key to success for a comedy like this. Instead Date Night ends up using cheap methods for easy laughs.

Document this! A Festival of Ideas

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In 2007, the London International Documentary Festival (LIDF) started as a one day event. Now in its fourth year, the festival has grown rapidly into a 16 day event spread across the capital. Playing host to not only films from all over the world – including a retrospective of the inimitable Don Boyd – but also presenting photography and multimedia events, the LIDF looks set to be one of the most diverse and exciting film festivals of the year.

Cherwell spoke to Patrick Hazard, LIDF organiser, about this year’s festival.

How do you go about selecting the films for the festival?
It’s an enormous job. The number of submissions that we get is extremley high…this year we got many more direct submissions from directors and distribution companies who would like to choose London over another festival.

Since the 2007, how has the festival changed?
Not much is different really, I think the ethos of the festival has remained the same which is this idea of ‘Conversations in Film’; we want to try to eke out the issues and subject matter of the film by working very hard on the debates and discussions that we hold around the screenings. We try to link the films to notions of social change, critical debate and try to satisfy the documentary audience…we wanted to get a little bit away from the notion of just a director’s Q&A and more towards an ideas event.

There’s a multimedia event on at the Hub, can you explain more about that?
We’re calling it ‘The Invisible City’ and its focusing upon the King Cross where there’s been a big regeneration programme and people have been recording those changes in various ways with photography,radio and film.
So we’re looking at the area specifically, but we’re looking more generally at the way we look to describe urban life…we’re bringing together film, photography and radio which is the other distinguishing feature about the festival this year in that we’re looking at ‘documentary’ in the wider sense of the word now and seeing how documentary narratives are being produced in all these different types of media.

Do you organise any events beyond the sixteen days of the festival?
Yes, I think it’s quite important that the festival is a highlight of the year for us because we do work all year around.
We do a monthly Docspot screening at the Barbican… and we do work in Pakistan, so we’re quite heavily engaged in other activities.

Are there any films this year that you’re particularly looking forward to?
A big one is by Abel Ferrara which is already sold out. We’ve got a French film about music in China, it’s very experimental…There films which are quite inspiring stories about people who have taken things into their own hands.