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Squaring the vicious circle

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In 1919 the Emir Faisal, leader of the Arab Revolt and key wartime ally of T.E. Lawrence, went to Paris to claim the great Arab state he believed was due to his family according to British pledges. He came back empty-handed, and explained to his people, ‘I soon realized that the Westerners were profoundly ignorant about the Arabs and that their information was derived entirely from the tales of the Arabian Nights.’ The condescension and prejudice that faced Faisal at the peace conferences persist in the Western world today, and Eugene Rogan’s new book is intended to restore intellectual parity between East and West.

With such aims, it would be easy for a history of the Arabs to go too far in the opposite direction and become a work of grovelling apology. Critics have been quick to level this charge at Rogan, but in fact his account of relations between the Arabs and the heavyweight ‘Powers’ of the last five hundred years is remarkably even-handed for such an emotive subject. He sets forth his thesis clearly in the introduction: the Arab world has gone through four phases of subjection to foreign nations; the Ottoman Empire up to 1918, the colonial powers from the early nineteenth century to the end of WW2, America and Russia in the Cold War, and America alone since 1989. All this time, he believes, the Arabs have manipulated and been manipulated by foreign powers, usually to their disadvantage. This is the chief source of Arab problems and grievances today.

Time in the Arab world seems to have fractured and to be caught in weird loops and distortions, as the same mistakes are made over and over again.”

 The arguments get better as the book progresses, but he is often caught up in webs of intrigue and curious little stories. The great selling-point of his book is that, where possible, Rogan allows the Arabs to speak for themselves, quoting diverse eye-witness accounts and anecdotes. These are often great fun; we read of Fakhr al-Din, the Machiavellian Druze prince who schemed in Medici Florence, of the beautiful Palestinian air pirate Leila Khaled, who joyrode a plane from Fiumicino to Damascus, and of the Mamluk warlord Ali Bey, who ‘was so awe-inspiring that some people died in awe of him’.

This colourful content makes the book readable, even if it does often get in the way of Rogan’s argument. It feels at times as though the historian is struggling to impose an artificial order on a raw, chaotic, writhing mass of narrative. Nevertheless, as we progress through the ages of oil and Islamism the point begins to sink in. It is a cliche that history repeats itself, but in the Middle East these cycles are peculiarly local and vicious. The 2003 invasion of Iraq is a mirror to the British suppression of Iraqi insurgency in 1920; the Arab-Israeli wars of 1948 and 1967 were carbon copies of one another; Israel’s invasion of Lebanon in 2006 presented mocking parallels with their occupation of the country in 1982. Time in the Arab world seems to have fractured and to be caught in weird loops and distortions, as the same mistakes are made over and over again.

 “It would be easy for a history of the Arabs to become a work of grovelling apology, yet Rogan’s effort remains remarkably even-handed”

In the excellent epilogue to this book, Rogan makes it clear that any lasting change must come from the Arab world as much as from abroad. He is too disinterested to draw explicit conclusions, but one clear and consistent failing emerges from the entire book. This is a failure of community. Let me put this bluntly: if you were to trap four Arab leaders in a mine with one shovel, two of them would fight for the shovel while the other two formed an arbitration committee and decreed that the shovel be broken into four to satisfy all parties concerned. Thus far no shared tie – not ethnicity, language, nor even shared religion – has bound the Arab states together for long enough to achieve anything of permanence.

A succinct example from The Arabs will illustrate this. At the start of the Arab-Israeli Six Day War of 1967, a Jordanian early-warning station detected a sortie of Israeli jets heading towards Egypt. Their radio operative frantically relayed a signal to his Egyptian counterpart. The Egyptians, however, had their radio tuned out, and heard nothing; their entire air force was wiped out in a matter of hours. The Arab countries were literally on different frequencies to one another, and a whole string of such basic errors led to a comprehensive defeat against the odds.

If the Arab world is going to get its act together and act effectively, the states must find common ground. Rogan’s history is an excellent place to start looking. To specialist and non-specialist alike, it offers the clarity of vision that has so often been lacking. This book is clear, reasoned and thought-provoking. Dig in.

Squaring the vicious circle HRSP

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In 1919 the Emir Faisal, leader of the Arab Revolt and key wartime ally of T.E. Lawrence, went to Paris to claim the great Arab state he believed was due to his family according to British pledges. He came back empty-handed, and explained to his people, ‘I soon realized that the Westerners were profoundly ignorant about the Arabs and that their information was derived entirely from the tales of the Arabian Nights.’ The condescension and prejudice that faced Faisal at the peace conferences persist in the Western world today, and Eugene Rogan’s new book is intended to restore intellectual parity between East and West.

With such aims, it would be easy for a history of the Arabs to go too far in the opposite direction and become a work of grovelling apology. Critics have been quick to level this charge at Rogan, but in fact his account of relations between the Arabs and the heavyweight ‘Powers’ of the last five hundred years is remarkably even-handed for such an emotive subject. He sets forth his thesis clearly in the introduction: the Arab world has gone through four phases of subjection to foreign nations; the Ottoman Empire up to 1918, the colonial powers from the early nineteenth century to the end of WW2, America and Russia in the Cold War, and America alone since 1989. All this time, he believes, the Arabs have manipulated and been manipulated by foreign powers, usually to their disadvantage. This is the chief source of Arab problems and grievances today.

 

“Time in the Arab world seems to have fractured and to be caught in weird loops and distortions, as the same mistakes are made over and over again.”

 

The arguments get better as the book progresses, but he is often caught up in webs of intrigue and curious little stories. The great selling-point of his book is that, where possible, Rogan allows the Arabs to speak for themselves, quoting diverse eye-witness accounts and anecdotes. These are often great fun; we read of Fakhr al-Din, the Machiavellian Druze prince who schemed in Medici Florence, of the beautiful Palestinian air pirate Leila Khaled, who joyrode a plane from Fiumicino to Damascus, and of the Mamluk warlord Ali Bey, who ‘was so awe-inspiring that some people died in awe of him’.

This colourful content makes the book readable, even if it does often get in the way of Rogan’s argument. It feels at times as though the historian is struggling to impose an artificial order on a raw, chaotic, writhing mass of narrative. Nevertheless, as we progress through the ages of oil and Islamism the point begins to sink in. It is a cliche that history repeats itself, but in the Middle East these cycles are peculiarly local and vicious. The 2003 invasion of Iraq is a mirror to the British suppression of Iraqi insurgency in 1920; the Arab-Israeli wars of 1948 and 1967 were carbon copies of one another; Israel’s invasion of Lebanon in 2006 presented mocking parallels with their occupation of the country in 1982. Time in the Arab world seems to have fractured and to be caught in weird loops and distortions, as the same mistakes are made over and over again.

 

“It would be easy for a history of the Arabs to become a work of grovelling apology, yet Rogan’s effort remains remarkably even-handed”

 

In the excellent epilogue to this book, Rogan makes it clear that any lasting change must come from the Arab world as much as from abroad. He is too disinterested to draw explicit conclusions, but one clear and consistent failing emerges from the entire book. This is a failure of community. Let me put this bluntly: if you were to trap four Arab leaders in a mine with one shovel, two of them would fight for the shovel while the other two formed an arbitration committee and decreed that the shovel be broken into four to satisfy all parties concerned. Thus far no shared tie – not ethnicity, language, nor even shared religion – has bound the Arab states together for long enough to achieve anything of permanence.

A succinct example from The Arabs will illustrate this. At the start of the Arab-Israeli Six Day War of 1967, a Jordanian early-warning station detected a sortie of Israeli jets heading towards Egypt. Their radio operative frantically relayed a signal to his Egyptian counterpart. The Egyptians, however, had their radio tuned out, and heard nothing; their entire air force was wiped out in a matter of hours. The Arab countries were literally on different frequencies to one another, and a whole string of such basic errors led to a comprehensive defeat against the odds.

If the Arab world is going to get its act together and act effectively, the states must find common ground. Rogan’s history is an excellent place to start looking. To specialist and non-specialist alike, it offers the clarity of vision that has so often been lacking. This book is clear, reasoned and thought-provoking. Dig in.

Drama Briefing

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The sky really is the limit for students’ dramatic ambitions this term. Skimming through the latest OUDS email offers a glimpse of the possibilities. ‘It’s about a man who learns to fly – you could be that man’, reads the tagline for a Film Cuppers entry.

Alternatively, keep your feet on the Edinburgh ground (which will hopefully have thawed by then) as a director or producer at the Fringe Festival, or jet off to (sunny?) Japan, as producer/director for the OUDS Tour 2010, provided you have an artistic concept for a Shakespearean play on the back-burner.

We’re only just back and, bizarrely, their emphasis is very much on getting away. For those thespians flying their student nests this year there’s the Finalists’ Showcase, workshops for aspiring technicians, producers, designers and directors and a masterclass with Barrie Rutter based upon the Northern Broadsides’ production of Medea at the Playhouse (2-6 February).

Fledgling that I am, I don’t feel like abandoning the Oxford stage just yet. There’s the New Writing Festival coming up and, here at Cherwell, we’re gathering performances of original monologues and dialogues for publication online. Even when I do eventually take flight, I’ll soon be coming back, if the Playhouse’s almuni production is anything to go by (Live Canon on 29th January).

Toying with our emotions

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Saturday before 0th Week. Radcliffe square is ankle-deep in snow. Straggling winter tourists dominate the term-time student streets. As I head into Brasenose to join The Magic Toyshop in rehearsal, the place seems deserted. But the cast have been there for a week, working on what sounds like my six year old cousin’s fantasy.

They are ready to run something, the director tells me, so I switch my camcorder on. Then the unexpected happens. ‘If there’s one thing I cannot stand, it’s cold porridge,’ says Philip, the play’s patriarch figure – and the room falls dead silent.

It is said in the theatre that you cannot play the King. Only the court can show you are the King by the way they treat you. And when the play’s younger characters were cowed into silence by his seemingly mundane remark, I knew two things. Firstly, that Philip is a king here. And, secondly, that the ‘porridge’ reference couldn’t be further from Goldilocks.

This is no fairy tale. Dialogue and action hide a torrent of violence under the surface. I watched the rest of the ten-minute segment, and realised that Philip was a figure of abject terror. And in the second half, says writer Theo Merz, he gets even worse.

‘It sounds like a kid’s story, but the second act is very disturbing’. Merz adapted the script from Angela Carter’s novel of the same name. It’s an unusual tale, written in 1967 by this popular feminist writer. Melanie steals her mother’s wedding dress and roams the night outside. The next day, her parents are dead, and she must learn to live with her menacing uncle Philip – and her growing sexual awakening. I ask Merz what made him decide to adapt this story for the stage.

He cites the challenge as a motivating factor, and explains ‘I’ve always really liked Angela Carter. Jess and Katie decided, before I’d even read this book, that they wanted to do The Magic Toyshop, some way, somehow. Jess asked me if I’d be interested in adapting it, so I said okay.’

Jess Edwards and Katie Carpenter, the play’s two directors, are refreshingly realistic about their play’s prospects. ‘The Playhouse have taken this semi-financial gamble on us’, says Edwards, when I ask her about how ambitious her project is.

‘It’s a new script, an original score and we’ve added three characters’, summarises Carpenter. It’s been a long while since the Playhouse hosted a show written by a student. Add to this the unconventional juxtaposition of childish themes with adult ideas and one marvels at the courage of everyone involved in this venture.

Yet as I leave the world of The Magic Toyshop and trudge once more into the January snow, I cannot help but be inspired by their optimism. Despite the play’s surreal elements, writer Merz is confident it will send the audience home happy. ‘It’s still a romance’, he says. ‘It’s a cracking tale.’

 

Hilary’s dramatic highlights

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As the new term ushers in another wave of drama, we at Cherwell have been busy checking out the latest batch of student productions hitting the Oxford stage.

Students start taking to the boards in Second Week with Flipping the Bird’s production of The Magic Toyshop (adapted from Angela Carter’s famous novel) opening at the Oxford Playhouse. We are promised a production that ‘fuses projection, physical theatre and a live quartet’; the project is certainly a must-see for all those interested in puppet adaptations of unpopular novels. Also running from Tuesday of Second Week is a production of Caryl Churchill’s Far Away (a play set in a war-torn dystopia) at the Burton Taylor Studio.

In Third Week two plays will be performed at the BT – Someone Who’ll Watch Over Me, Frank McGuinness’ 1992 play about three men imprisoned a

s part of an unexplained conflict, and Rhinoceros, Absurdist Eugène Ionesco’s dark comedy about inhabitants of a French town turning into rhinoceroses. There will also be performances of Equus (at the OFS Studio) and Macbeth (at the O’Reilly, Keble).

Fourth Week sees a more light-hearted musical interlude with productions of Little Shop of Horrors (the show about a man-eating plant) at Pembroke College and Gilbert and Sullivan’s comic opera Ruddigore at the O’Reilly. There’s still straight theatre on offer at the Burton Taylor where Timberlake Wertenbaker’s Our Country’s Good takes the 19.30 slot.

The range of comedy on offer means that Fifth Week Blues won’t be an issue mid-term – there’s musical comedy The Boy Friend at Lincoln College, bourgeois comedy The Philanthropist at the BT and Noel Coward’s supernatural comedy of manners Blithe Spirit at the O’Reilly. It’s not all laughs and happiness though, there’s more Caryl Churchill (this time Vinegar Tom at the Moser Theatre, Wadham) and a piece of new writing (The Aphorist at the BT).

In Sixth Week, another student production team takes charge of the Playhouse stage – this time Old Street Productions with Tom Stoppard’s The Invention of Love. The Oxford Imps (with new show IMPerium) and Oxford Revue perform back-to-back at the BT and there are also productions of Yawn (at the OFS Studio) and Platform (at the O’Reilly).

Seventh Week is the week of the New Writing Festival – four brand new plays, chosen by Michael Frayn, are performed at the Burton Taylor before the overall winner is announced. Elsewhere, Martin Sherman’s Bent (a play about the persecution of homosexuals by the Nazis) will be onstage at the O’Reilly, Exeter College’s chapel is the setting for The Revenger’s Tragedy and Garcia Lorca’s Blood Wedding will be on at the Moser. Wrapping up the term in Eighth Week, David Harrower’s‘post-modern classic’  Knives in Hens will be performed at the Burton Taylor.

Don’t forget to check cherwell.org regularly. Every show, every first night, reviewed.

Hilary’s dramatic highlights HRSP

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As the new term ushers in another wave of drama, we at Cherwell have been busy checking out the latest batch of student productions hitting the Oxford stage.

Students start taking to the boards in Second Week with Flipping the Bird’s production of The Magic Toyshop (adapted from Angela Carter’s famous novel) opening at the Oxford Playhouse. We are promised a production that ‘fuses projection, physical theatre and a live quartet’; the project is certainly a must-see for all those interested in puppet adaptations of unpopular novels. Also running from Tuesday of Second Week is a production of Caryl Churchill’s Far Away (a play set in a war-torn dystopia) at the Burton Taylor Studio.
In Third Week two plays will be performed at the BT – Someone Who’ll Watch Over Me, Frank McGuinness’ 1992 play about three men imprisoned as part of an unexplained conflict, and Rhinoceros, Absurdist Eugène Ionesco’s dark comedy about inhabitants of a French town turning into rhinoceroses. There will be also be performances of Equus (at the OFS Studio) and Macbeth (at the O’Reilly, Keble).

Fourth Week sees a more light-hearted musical interlude with productions of Little Shop of Horrors (the show about a man-eating plant) at Pembroke College and Gilbert and Sullivan’s comic opera Ruddigore at the O’Reilly. There’s still straight theatre on offer at the Burton Taylor where Timberlake Wertenbaker’s Our Country’s Good takes the 19.30 slot.
The range of comedy on offer means that Fifth W

eek Blues won’t be an issue mid-term – there’s musical comedy The Boy Friend at Lincoln College, bourgeois comedy The Philanthropist at the BT and Noel Coward’s supernatural comedy of manners Blithe Spirit at the O’Reilly. It’s not all laughs and happiness though, there’s more Caryl Churchill (this time Vinegar Tom at the Moser Theatre, Wadham) and a piece of new writing (The Aphorist at the BT).

In Sixth Week, another student production team takes charge of the Playhouse stage – this time Old Street Productions with Tom Stoppard’s The Invention of Love. The Oxford Imps (with new show IMPerium) and Oxford Revue perform back-to-back at the BT and there are also productions of Yawn (at the OFS Studio) and Platform (at the O’Reilly).

Seventh Week is the week of the New Writing Festival – four brand new plays, chosen by Michael Frayn, are performed at the Burton Taylor before the overall winner is announced. Elsewhere, Martin Sherman’s Bent (a play about the persecution of homosexuals by the Nazis) will be onstage at the O’Reilly, Exeter College’s chapel is the setting for The Revenger’s Tragedy and Garcia Lorca’s Blood Wedding will be on at the Moser. Wrapping up the term in Eighth Week, David Harrower’s‘post-modern classic’  Knives in Hens will be performed at the Burton Taylor.

 

Don’t forget to check cherwell.org regularly. Every show, every first night, reviewed.

Top four Oxford retreats… for an afternoon tea

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Afternoon tea. Usually something you might associate with Granny, P.G.Wodehouse, or irony-tinged picnics in University parks in 9th week of Trinity. But let’s face it, ‘going for coffee’ is so 2009. So get on with the times, relinquish your favourite cappuccino foam-stained plastic table in the dingy basement of Caffe Nero, abandon the incessant rat-tatting of laptops in Starbucks and head elsewhere.

Patisserie Valerie
90, High St
There was a buzz when Patisserie Valerie opened the doors of its Oxford branch just over a year ago – what was once an independent, bohemian, Parisian-esque hideout in Soho has now expanded into a chain of twenty-something cafes across the country. The lovvies were the first to go in droves, and it wasn’t long before there were reports of isolated incidents of h

ackery. Valerie, as a chain, is running the risk of dangerous over-expansion, and it’s not quite what it used to be, but its cakes remain some of the best around, and there’s a good selection of teas, and illy coffee. It’s a mystery why they griddle the (large) scones in their cream tea, but considering the quantities involved, at £5.95 it’s pretty good value. Fruit tarts and gateaux, however, are the winners here, as long the tray with your order doesn’t go crashing to the floor. Again.

The Grand Cafe
84, High St
This Oxford Institution has been around for over three and a half centuries – apparently – and it remains a popular retreat, both in the evening (when the cocktails are half price) and throughout the day. As the name suggests, it is rather grand, and the eponymous ‘Grand High Tea’ isn’t something for every day – for £16.50, you get a veritable smorgasbord of champagne, sandwiches, chocolates and scones. The standard cream tea is still pretty pricey at £7.50, but is first-rate. Unsurprisingly for the UK’s first ever coffee house, there are some excellent coffees on offer, and the cakes change from day to day. The Grand Cafe’s large mirrors and high ceiling belie its true size, which in truth, is r

elatively petit, so at peak hours you may have to wait a while, or go somewhere else.

The Rose
51 High St
The Rose looks a modest establishment from the outside, and is one of Oxford’s lesser-known establishments, but those who discover it are seldom unimpressed. It offers decent, freshly made breakfasts and lunches, but teatime is when The Rose excels itself. Its selection of teas is second to none, and the cream tea consists of delicious homemade scones, topped with jam and ‘local’ Cotswold clotted cream. Many will appreciate the atmosphere, which is rather more calm and low-key than the other High Street haunts mentioned above. The teas merit a trip in themselves, and the fact that it isn’t quite so terribly sociable as some other Oxford establishments is refreshing.

The Old Parsonage
1-3 Banbury Road
The ambience and prices might mean that this really is a place to take relatives (or rather be taken to by relatives), but The Old Parsonage is arguably the most traditional and luxurious teatime retreat – it’s all very quaint and formal and oh-so quintessentially English. Go for the lavish ‘Graduation tea’ after graduation, because that’s what it’s there for.

 

Berlin Philharmonic visits Oxford

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May Day this year will see Oxford welcoming one of the world’s greatest orchestras.

The Berlin Philharmonic will perform under the baton of frequent guest conductor Daniel Barenboim in a special one off concert at the Sheldonian.

Each year the orchestra selects a venue of cultural importance in a different European city for a televised performance to mark its founding in 1882. The programme for this year’s concert will include a combination of classic Berliner repertoire by Wagner and Brahms, and a nod to Oxford’s musical heritage in the form of the Elgar Cello Concerto, made famous by Oxford-raised cellist, and one-time wife of Barenboim’s, Jaqueline Du Prè.

The announcement has been met with excitement. “I’m so thrilled that an ensemble of this calibre should come to Oxford” said Alice Beckwith, a music student at Lincoln. “The world’s greatest orchestra with a truly great musician at the helm. I can’t wait.”

However, students wishing to see the concert may well be left disappointed, as tickets sold out a matter of hours after going on sale.

St Catz porter resigns claiming discrimination

An ex-porter is taking St Catherine’s college to an employment tribunal with the accusation of racial and religious discrimination.

Laiq Abbasi, who had been employed as a porter since November 2007, resigned last August claiming to have been constructively dismissed.

Part of his complaint accuses a member of staff of making racist remarks. St Catherine’s denies his claims of discrimination and says the charges have “no merit”.

Speaking exclusively to Cherwell, Abbasi claims the accused member of staff in 2008 got drunk at the College bar, then came to the reception area and made anti-Islamic comments. These included, “All of you Muslims: why do you blow yourselves up?”, “Why do you abuse your women?”, “I don’t believe in your religion” and “You’re stupid for believing in your religion.”

A spokesperson for St Catherine’s said, “We confirm that we have recently received an employment tribunal complaint from Mr. Abbasi, a former Lodge porter who resigned in August last year after a failed application for a more senior post. The College sees no merit in Mr Abbasi’s complaint and will be vigorously defending its position. The matter is now being dealt with by our lawyers who have advised us that no further comments on this matter should be made at this time.”

However, the member of staff involved in the alleged islamophobic incidents later sent a letter of apology for his actions to Abbasi. “I very much regret that you had to experience my recent extremely stupid, unthinking conduct caused by drinking far too much,” he wrote.

“This involved childlish negative abuse of your religion, which I should have not engaged in, and was accompanied by some very immature conduct. All of this was most rude, unacceptable and offensive. “I am extremely sorry that I have acted in such a thoughtless manner. There is absolutely no justification or excuse for behaving so entirely inappropriately. I unreservedly apologise. I can assure you that there will be no repetition of this type of behaviour.

“At the same time as apologising for my behaviour, I would like to apologise for having put you through the trouble of making a complaint.” The College has responded to the comments, and other allegations, through its legal firm Peninsula in documents they are presenting to the Tribunal. In these documents,they argue that only one complaint was ever received about such an incident and this was resolved at the time

to Abbasi’s satisfaction.

Abbasi says does not consider the incident to be isolated, and believes he is not the only one to have been affected by the senior staff member’s behaviour.

The College points out he never used their formal grievance procedures to notify them. Cherwell has found no evidence that the staff member in question has acted this way to another member of the college.

This is not Abbasi’s only claim against St Catz. He also says that when a laptop was stolen from the porter’s lodge, he and a black porter were the first to be questioned, despite not being on shift at the time it went missing. He argues this is further evidence of racism.The date of the hearing has not yet been set.

 

Barman slams college management

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Wadham barman Kevin Harris was fired from the college at the end of last term, prompting concerns about unfair dismissal from the college.

Harris, once involved in the porn industry, is also known as Dutch, claims he was “harassed” by the Wadham steward and forced to leave the job after just one term.

After receiving the message about being sacked he posted on his Facebook page, “To all my Kids at Wadham…I am no longer your Barman…you know who fired me today.”

He later told Cherwell, “The Steward was very anti-student, anti-drinking. We didn’t see eye-to-eye, especially as I became very popular with students very quickly.”

The Steward was contacted by Cherwell but refused to comment on the issue.
A senior member of college staff said that Harris “did not fulfil his probationary period” and that “he just wasn’t right for the job”. They declined to comment further on the issue, describing it only as a confidential matter.

Dutch admits that there was “a list of things that I was fired for” by the college. These include lack of communication, failure to wear the correct uniform, and sleeping on the premises.

However, he denies these allegations and argues that he was unfairly dismissed by college management.

“I was told that I wouldn’t work until 6pm, and not to come a minute before, because I wouldn’t be paid before then,” the barman said. “Then he [the Steward] would call me at 9.30, 10.30 in the morning. I had eight calls in one day, one time to actually ask where his pen was.” This was cited as a lack of communication, according to Harris.

“I was also told I had to wear a uniform – a shirt and a tie – but there’s no heating in the bar, so I had to wear a jumper. That was given as another reason, a failure to wear correct uniform.”

The barman also says he was accused of having alcohol on his breath, a charge he denies despite “a couple of shots with students in the first week”.
Harris admits to sleeping on college premises one night at the back of the bar, but claims that he was moving between homes at the time, and needed to stay over. He later booked into a college guest room, but claims the Steward still defined this as “sleeping on the premises”.

He alleges that we was not given proper training to perform the job.
A Facebook group named ‘Save Dutch’ was formed in protest against the decision to sack the popular barman, a move Harris described as “wonderful…they’re a great bunch of kids.”

Dutch previously worked in the LA adult entertainment industry, but came back to jobs in bars and breweries in England in the late 90s. Working on such films as ‘Bob’s Big Butts Extravaganza’, he said he preferred his time as an Oxford barman to his experiences in LA.

“I got more of a kick out of working in Wadham bar than I did in porn,” he said.