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Members suspended after OUCA’s racist hustings

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The Oxford University Conservative Association (OUCA) has been rocked by the allegations of institutional racism, prompting the suspension of two members of the society from the national Conservative party.

The controversy erupted following hustings for the society’s elections this week, with candidates asked to tell the most racist joke they knew and what was their least favourite minority.

In response, one of the candidates answered the question with a joke about a black person hanging in a family tree.

The other said, “What do you say when you see a television moving around in the dark?”, with only the intervention of the Assistant Returning Officer preventing the racist punchline from being uttered.

The episode has sparked universal outrage, with officials from the national Conservative Party moving to suspend the students from the party within hours of them being notified of the incident.

“We take matters of this kind incredibly seriously,” said a Conservative Party spokesman. “People who behave in this disgusting and reprehensible way have no place in the Conservative Party.”

A member of the society’s committee has resigned from OUCA as a result of the controversy.

Anthony Boutall, the president of the association, admitted that the situation has turned into “a bit of a row”. He added, “I don’t want this shit hanging around in my term and on my watch, so we’re going to have a
 DC to sort it out.”

He explained situation saying, “There was a great deal of noise at the OUCA hustings on Sunday. I did not hear a racist joke, but it has come to my attention that something offensive was said.

“A Disciplinary Committee has been called for Saturday and, while I do not have the power to prejudge the decision of the DC, I can give a personal pledge that if these individuals are found guilty, I shall use my powers to their fullest capacity, making it my top priority to ensure that they play no further part in the Association.

“I cannot reiterate strongly enough that OUCA has no place for racism, and abhors and rejects all racial prejudice.”

In light of the controversy, Lewis Iwu, President of the Oxford University Students’ Union, said he would be submitting an emergency motion to OUSU Council today which if passed would prevent OUCA from attending Fresher’s Fair.

“I intend to submit an emergency motion to OUSU Council to make it clear just how disgusted the student community are with these events,” he said.

“Oxford University is the most famous and the most fascinating University in the world. However recent events regarding race have created a moral stain on this University’s reputation. I seriously believe that Oxford needs a very clear and public strategy on how it intends to be not just reactive to events such those that happened at the OUCA husts but proactive.

“I also call on the Oxford Union to consider whether or not OUCA should be able to use their premises, given what has recently occured there.”

The Oxford University Labour Club (OULC) has also canceled a debate they were due to have with OUCA on Monday of 8th week, with a statement issued by the society declaring: “There is no way that we could stand on the same platform with an organisation which advocates racism and bigotry of the most hateful order.”

Asked to comment further, OULC co-Chair Jamie Susskind said he was shocked and appalled by the recent events.

“Anthony Boutall looked me in the eye and told me that OUCA had changed. Clearly he was not telling the truth.”

He added, “Statements of condemnation by the national Conservative Party are not enough. It is time for Baroness Thatcher to resign as Patron of OUCA, for William Hague to renounce his Honorary Presidency, and for David Cameron to disown this shameful organization.”

Michael Howard, the Conservative MP who was to attend OUCA’s termly dinner yesterday has cancelled his visit in the light of the events.

It is not the first time that OUCA has attracted negative headlines. In 2004 the ex-Treasurer of the society, Anatole Pang, was found guilty of bringing OUCA into disrepute after posting “offensive” comments about India in a newsletter, whilst in 2000 four members of the association were expelled from a meeting for making “Nazi-style salutes.”

The latest allegations have met with mixed reaction from the OUCA membership.

One member described the jokes as “tongue in cheek, ironic would be the word for it…More banter than anything else.”

Another member added, “It was loud. The R.O. was getting angry, there 
was loads of yelling…It was a pretty funny situation.”

A number of committee members have stated that the Association’s hustings have always included non-political questions. “It is somewhat of an OUCA tradition to ask two or three slightly outrageous questions” explained the source, “Everyone who’s there expects certain things to go on. It’s all in good spirits.”

“We sometimes get questions in hustings, ‘What sort of animal would you go to bed with?'”, stated committee member, “Unfortunately, it shows how old-fashioned the society is.”

Another added, “It goes up upwards by ranks, then you get asked ‘What sort of position would you like to have sex with an animal?’ Presidential candidates also get quizzed to name all British territories. We really need to reform OUCA before the elections.”

Emmanuel Efunbote, an OUCA member, commented, “This isn’t my first Conservative association, I was a member at Durham and King’s College and we didn’t get things like this.”

However he added, “Neither OUCA nor any other Conservative organisation that I have been part of are racist in my own personal experiences.”

Danny Buck, an OUCA member, stated the association’s need to reform. He said, ” I’m willing to attest to peer pressure and the atmospheres at hust having served in them 3 times. The only way I avoided racism was by silliness and that the current president and president elect said a lot worse things… The hidden corruption is that of old school ties and more vitally masonry. We need a new Tory reform group urgently.”

Review: Twelfth Night

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This week sees the performance of the Worcester college garden play, a production of one of Shakespeare’s best-loved comedies, Twelfth Night. This comic tale of cross-dressing, mistaken identity and disguise is a popular choice for student productions, so it fell to director Katie Reisz to make her production stand out, and I think she succeeded.

For the uninitiated, the play tells the tale of the tale of the ship-wrecked twins Sebastian and Viola, who find themselves in the foreign land of Illyria. Thinking her brother dead, Viola dons her brother’s clothes and adopts the identity of a young man named Cesario. She then forms a friendship with the Duke Orsino working as his servant and is sent as a messenger to the household of the beautiful Olivia. What follows is an increasingly farcical comedy of errors, as Olivia falls in love with Cesario (to Viola’s dismay).

Meanwhile Olivia’s drunken uncle Sir Toby Belch contrives to trick the bad-tempered steward Malvolio into making a fool of himself. Things will complicated further by the return of Sebastian. This is Shakespearian comedy at its best; the play focuses on disguise and performance, and is astutely aware of its own theatricality and Reisz’s production perfectly communicates the easy wit and charm of the script.

This was an ensemble piece of theatre, and the acting was excellent all round. The comic scenes with the drunken Sir Toby Belch (Sam Kennedy)and his accomplices stood out, with the use of a certain leafy disguise adding to a particularly farcical scene. Likewise, Adam Bouyamourn’s Feste delivered some of the shows most memorable lines, and demonstrated his vocal talents (“Vox!”) with his brilliant performance of the fool’s songs.

Heading up the cast was Viola (alias Cesario) Rosie Frascona, who amply demonstrated that she possesses the great range required by the gender-swapping role. She was witty and eloquent when bantering with Feste, yet subtly affectionate in some of her scenes with Orsino. The character provides the central thread to the play’s eclectic action, and her subtle performance carries the part well.

The setting of the play in Worcester’s gardens was suitably impressive, creating a relaxed atmosphere, enhanced by the use of comfortable blankets as seating. The staging was set all around the seating, which worked well, and was well utilised. However, the location meant that college life continued around the play, and the occasional slightly bemused passerby was somewhat distracting at times. The play also saw the guest appearance of some of Worcester’s resident ducks, who wandered around the area throughout the performance. One duck in particular exhibited a good sense of comic timing by quacking on cue as Olivia called for her husband!

This is a highly enjoyable production of a brilliant play; if you find yourself at a loose end this week, and the weather is good, put on something warm and make your way to Worcester.

four stars out of five

Twelfth Night (or What you Will) is on at Worcester College until Saturday.

Review: The Pursuit of Laughter

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As I write this, voting for the EU Parliamentary elections is just entering its final round. By the time this review makes it to print, we will know if the British National Party have finally achieved their long-awaited first MEP. I admit to being rather worried. Growing up in a run-down factory town in Yorkshire inflicted enough BNP rhetoric on me to last a lifetime, and I don’t relish the idea of Nick Griffin clones taking a big metaphorical shit all over European democracy.

With these cheerful thoughts in mind, I was given a copy of The Pursuit of Laughter to review. The Pursuit of Laughter is a thematic collection of the personal diaries of Diana Mosley. Diana Mosley is interesting primarily because she was the wife of a certain Oswald Mosley – yes, that Oswald Mosley. I didn’t know much about the founder and head of the British Union of Fascists; we spent about half an hour on his party in my History A-Level, and how politically irrelevant it all was. I expected his wife’s diaries to shed a little light on this remarkable political failure, to display a more interesting side to a minor historical footnote of a man. I wanted to tut-tut over his reprehensible views, and shake my head sadly at her attempts to defend them.

Sadly, Diana Mosley didn’t give me much excuse for indignation at all – not because her husband’s politics weren’t reprehensible, or because her justifications aren’t pathetic. She just doesn’t talk about his politics much, and she doesn’t offer any justifications at all. For any detailed discussion on any of these, I had to turn to her brief portrait of her husband (fifty pages out of a six hundred page book). Even there, she just mentions he wasn’t anti-Semitic and he didn’t like imprisonment without trial. Not a very interesting Fascist at all, really, and seemingly at odds with his apparently cordial relationship with Hitler and Goebbels. Oswald’s political beliefs are discussed mostly when they affect his and Diana’s marriage (most interestingly, when he was thrown into prison during the War, and, ironically enough, was not tried). There’s a section with reviews of German (in some cases Nazi) books, but there’s not much juicy nastiness to be squeezed out of here, either.

So no political catharsis for me, then. Is the book worth reading anyway? Diana’s life is fairly eventful, and she describes it skilfully enough. There are quite a few interesting insights into upper-middle class life in the 1950s, and it all flows pretty well. If it had been written by someone with a less controversial spouse I’d be satisfied, if not inspired or enlightened. If you’re interested in 1950s Britain or you’re a politics enthusiast, pick it up at full price. If you’re neither of these, it’s still worth a go if you see it at a used bookshop or something.

A final word must go to Oswald Mosley himself, with his oddly prescient view of the Labour Party-
‘‘It looks powerful, but always breaks in your hand,’ he used to say. It was too deeply split within itself, something now obvious to anybody’.

Economics with a social conscience?

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The message of Green Economics is one which, in these harsh times, is particularly welcome, looking beyond mere money and profit and putting more emphasis on social, environmental, and political impacts of policy upon many of the problems that face the world. Here, Cherwell talks to one of its Founders about the institute’s ideas and projects.

Oxford stays with Labour

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Oxford has bucked national and county trends by more than doubling its Labour councillors in Thursday’s local elections.

Nine of the city’s sixteen wards are now controlled by Britain’s governing party, as opposed to just four before the elections. Oxford’s City Council, for which elections will be held next year, has long been dominated by Labour.

OULC president Jacob Turner said he felt that the result was a consequence of “a very great effort from the local party including Labour Club members. We’ve been going out, meeting people, and asking them not to vote for us, but just how our councillors can help them. We’ve built up a relationship with residents which is ultimately expressed in voting.”

In central areas of Oxford, Labour advanced at the expense of the Greens. West Central Oxford abandoned its Green councillor to elect Labourite Susanna Pressel, while East Oxford ended its unusual status as an all-Green ward by electing Labour’s Saj Malik.

The Conservatives once again failed to win any council representation in Oxford, receiving less than 10% of the vote in many areas.

The results stand in stark contrast to the pattern on the national level. Across all the wards up for election in this round of voting, Labour lost the majority of its sitting councillors and all three of its councils.

This was reflected more obviously in rural areas of Oxfordshire, where the party received an overall vote share of just 15%, leaving it with no wards left in the county outside Oxford itself. However, its success in the capital means that it has made an overall net gain of one seat on the county council.

Turner said he accepted that national issues were having a negative effect on Labour’s performance in council elections. However, he added that he felt Oxford provided a good example of the party at its best.

“Regardless of the state of the cabinet, or how politicians are being portrayed in the media, our basic principles are correct – we’re the party that cares about the people and what the state can do for the people. As long as we keep this in mind we can keep being very strong in Oxford.”

The Conservative Party benefited most from the swing in rural support towards Labour, and now dominates the county council with 52 of its 74 seats. A weak showing in both rural and urban areas by the Liberal Democrats saw them lose five seats, although they remain the largest opposition group.

 

Review: Paperweight

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Paperweight, another first rate piece of alternative and inventive theatre at Summertown’s North Wall, is a play in which not very much happens. In fact, for the first five minutes or so, the audience is made to look at a unused stage – a generic office space with computers, files and nick-nacks – with no characters, bathed in half light. We grew a bit nervous and some people began to laugh nervously. My companion, ever the optimist, turns to me, deciding, “it’s going to be one of those plays, isn’t it?”. Well, yes, it is one of those plays, if these plays denoted as “those” are plays which challenge, entertain, surprise, shock and move. If those plays are the plays that make you see life in a totally different light, then this Edinburgh Fringe-first winning production is certainly one of those that will be talked about for a long time to come.

The company describes Paperweight as a near-silent comedy and the play depicts a day in the life of two men, Harry and Anthony, whose dead-end jobs in the Resource Department of an electrical appliance retailer simultaneously wear them down, and yet force them to look for alternative ways to occupy themselves. For a lot of the time the script is done away with and the action is key: whether it emphasised slow-motion eye rolling while watching a kettle boil, a hilariously elaborate mouse-trap like contraption that ends up popping a balloon, practical jokes or the never ending shifting of paper.

The humour in such situations ranges from the slapstick, to a dark and brooding irony, to the out and out bizarre. This is a frustrating show – and so it should be. The nullifying boredom of our two characters’ lives takes over audience members as yet another extended sequence of repetition begins, and their desperation to fill the day, to make something or simply to exercise their existence as thinking human beings, parallels our intense desire to see something happen. A touching equilibrium of co-dependency is set up between actors and observers, building our sympathy for them. The fact that the whole seventy minute piece is so beautifully acted only adds to this relationship we begin to feel we have with these two stifled eccentrics.

What also motivates our empathy is the inescapable knowledge that the world goes on around them. They are not Estragon and Vladimir, stuck in a timeless and motionless arena of expectant nothingness: they inhabit the real world, haunted by real aspirations and worries. One character’s father is soon to be put in a home, while the other frets about asking a colleague out on a date. Yet these real life details rest on the periphery of this deeply human play as most of the action concerns them, in this office, and what they do to pass the time. At times surreal (the description of a female co-worker’s escapades behind a filing cabinet with a dog and another colleague is marvellously absurd) and at times profoundly touching, we watch as their human instincts are crushed by work.

Work, it seems, robs us of our animal free-spiritedness, as well as our capacity for fun. In the final moments of the play (and I won’t spoil it for you, in case you should come across this play at some point in the future) we see a reversion to the primitive that might seem positive, but due to the overarching oblivion of the piece looks like a submission to life and, as is semi-confirmed by Harold, to death.

I could go on to mention the brilliant way in which music and tape recordings are used to both create humour and to suggest the passing by of the outside world. I could also wax lyrical about the physical stamina of the actors and the commendable focus and great skill of their performances. But I won’t. Instead, I will conclude by saying simply telling you that this is a show I will not forget, will look out for in the future, and one which in my opinion should become a classic and confirms North Wall’s credentials as a centre of pioneering theatre.

55 years and four minutes ago

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You read the interview with Roger Banister in Cherwell, now hear for yourself what the athletics legend had to say!

Sound and Vision

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Isn’t music amazing? The things it can do to people, the way it influences and shapes pretty much everything we see and experience throughout our lives? Think about it, imagine it, spot it the next time you’re out. See the girl everyone’s watching as she clicks her heels across a dance-floor; hear the roar as ‘Mr Brightside’ first chimes through the room; feel yourself lose it pulling shameless shapes to raise a smile from the angel across the room. You might call it a kind of magic. One man knows what you mean.

I’m outside Euston station to meet Kieron Gillen, author of graphic novel and under-underground cult sensation Phonogram, currently half-way through it’s second sell-out series. The premise is a world identical to our own (to Bristol, if you’re being technical) where this musical magic is pushed to just the other side of literal, to be manipulated by people with enough musical sensitivity. It’s used for plenty of ends, whether it’s getting you onto the guest-list at exclusive cubs, helping you pull at the end of the night, or staging a nation-wide comeback of the guitar-driven Britpop that made Oasis and Blur household names.

Still not quite getting it? You will. As we sit down at a nearby pub, we get a nice illustration of one of the most accessible concepts in Phonogram; curse songs. Think of an old loved one. Does a specific song leap to mind? Some film score maybe, or a track that for some reason you just can’t do anything but associate with them? How does it feel to listen to it again? Painful, right? That’s a curse song.

As we sit down, a song (which will mercifully go unnamed) comes on that’s one of Gillens. The relevance is that the latest issue of Phonogram explored this same concept. ‘Curse songs’ in the Phonogram universe literally invoke these memories, forcing you to relive them with crushing vivacity. It’s the same reason I can never watch Amelie again, or listen to Lady Gaga’s ‘Just Dance’. You’re probably thinking of a song yourself right now too.

I put to Kieron the idea that the appeal of Phonogram is that, as much as it’s a fantasy, it’s a very real one, something very easy to identify with. ‘It’s the idea that these things which are very, very normal, are actually magic, and it’s the kind of fantasy it is to me. It’s a kind of manifesto, and it’s also my way of re-imagining reality. Its like Parkour. I love Parkour because you see these guys living in big tower blocks in Paris, and saying ‘This is designed as a prison, but this is actually a playground. Or graffiti artists like Banksy.’

Manifesto is a fair summary. One of the joys of Phonogram is the back-matter included with each issue. The current series, The Singles Club, draws its name from the structure of the narrative. Each of the 7 issues, the ‘singles’, comes with a main plot line, a glossary of the not-too-exclusive musical references, a short essay, and two ‘b-sides’; two to three page comics illustrated by a guest artist. Each single stands alone as a statement about some insight in some way familiar to anyone who’s ever listened to the same song 50 times in a row because it was that good.

It’s the inclusion of these features which helps outsiders understand part of the reason Gillen has gone for comics as a medium over any other. With each single, the opportunity is there to do something unique and deliberate. ‘Comics are very much about the structure of the thing. Something like Phonogram has me thinking hard about panel layout, about specific angles, about how things should be done on a page. It’s like poetry; things like Meter, Stanzas.’

The amount of thought that goes into every detail is staggering. ‘With every script I do for an artist that’s not Jamie [Mckelvie, Phonogram head artist and Gillen’s collaborator], I write heavy scripts. I like heavy scripts because I want to make sure there’s a solution, but I’m happy to say ‘You’ve got a much better visual eye than I do, and if there’s something you think could be done better, please do’. Heavy script means that for an issue of Phonogram, which might contain up to 1000 words of dialogue, the script that goes to an artist will be 10,000 words. ‘Most comic scripts are 4000.

‘And then, some people are like ‘Alan Moore [creator of Watchmen] writes scripts that are 22,000 words long, I know! I’ll write scripts that are 22,000 words!’ without really seeing the point. If you read an Alan Moore script you see he’s doing that for a reason.’

Gillen gives you the impression that what he’s trying to do couldn’t succeed in any other medium, for several reasons. For example, the issue of getting away with it in a financial sense. Running away with his self-described ‘wanky’ tendencies, he describes this writing for a particular group of hardcore music lovers as ‘memic engineering’.

‘It’s easier to do that kind of memic engineering in a comic because the risk is so low. Me and Jamie are playing the same game as other comic writer and artist teams because it comes down to the same playing field. Whatever one man can draw versus whatever one man can draw. However, an indie film maker isn’t playing on the same field as someone with a multi-million budget.’ A Phonogram movie, as he puts it, ‘wouldn’t be Phonogram’, because the idea just wouldn’t have enough mainstream buoyancy.

The other is the array of tricks he can accomplish with comics as a form that convey so effectively his ‘music is magic’ motif. Even details like the number of panels to a page. ‘I quite like the shape of an 8 panel page; it’s like how the human eye sees the world. As opposed to the 9 panel, which is strangely claustrophobic’. There are something’s on a script that have to be done just so; something he’s noticed on other scripts is how writers highlight details that might seem arbitrary that have to be included. ‘You might see, ‘There’s a red door in the background’; ‘red door’ is marked out.’ While he allows the artist freedom, he’ll stick to his guns where necessary.

With the very sensory-focussed visual influence that comics have on the reader, Gillen writes to control the pace of the narrative. He makes the comparison between song and narrative structure. ‘Issue 7 [of The Singles Club] will be about me translating [the two]; it’ll have that long intro, and then it kicks in, and it pounds. Then you’ve got a couple of choruses, and the bridge, the bridge absolutely melts, and it kicks back it. And that’s the structure of the issue.’

I ask about the method he goes through when sitting down to write something so personal like Phonogram. ‘Drunk!’, he replies instantly. Because of what he describes as the ‘emotional warmness’ of the books, he finds that there are various tricks he can use to settle into the mood for a particular character. One recent experiment has involved ‘method drinking’. ‘I’m often thinking, ‘I want to write something now’, will sit down, open a bottle of wine and have a play with it. But edit sober!…I’ve thought, ‘I know, I’ll drink what the character would be drinking in the club, so I can be closer to the character.’

‘The first one I wrote with drinking was issue 5. So I went and got the cheapest own-brand Vodka, I think it said ‘such-and-such makes the happy vodka’ on the label. [For another] I drank alcopops…Didn’t realize they were caffeinated!’-this exclamation is accompanied with furious fist pumps by means of illustration. Hearing rumours that a particularly respected visiting philosopher was spotted drinking vodka while giving a groundbreaking seminar, this is definitely a method that might deserve some exploration…

Phonogram is definitely worth reading. As someone not a naturally massive fan of comic books, I was pleasantly surprised when I was pushed onto it. Gillen as a writer has a gift for making very complicated, very difficult to explain ideas from an abstract medium like music, understandable to anyone.

He’s described Phonogram in the past as a particular kind of music criticism; this seems more than fair. It’s a manifesto of music being something more than just listened to, but experienced. Phonogram, basically, goes a long way towards paying music the respect it deserves.
Nip to Amazon and pick up a copy of Rue Britannia-you won’t regret it.

Heard it on the grapevine

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The most expensive case of wine ever sold cost over £3000 per bottle. That’s paying the same amount for a year’s tuition at Oxford as for 750ml of grape juice. Old grape juice. Though the world of wine is evidently crazy, it is also massively compelling. Given how much most of us enjoy drinking wine, if you learn a little more about it you can choose bottles that are unusual, exciting and damn good to drink.

Getting hold of wine you can be passionate about is easier when you understand and can communicate what you like about different wines. This is where technical tasting is useful. ‘Tasting’ is simply assessing how the wine looks, smells and tastes. Anyone who tries to kid you that this is tricky clearly can’t remember a three step list so shouldn’t be taken seriously. First, look at your wine, notice its colour, any tints or shades and if it is the same colour throughout. Now swirl the wine to let the air open its aromas and stick your nose in. The smells that present themselves range from luscious tropical fruits of Australian Chardonnay to the complex barnyard characteristics of Burgundy’s Pinot Noirs. As you can tell, being unconventional is acceptable, and more fun, so spend some time sniffing and see what stands out to you.

You have now been holding your glass of wine for a couple of minutes without drinking. Congratulations on your self-discipline. We can now move on to the most exciting part of wine, drinking it. You have six things to look out for as you taste.

The first four are the structural elements of wine: sweetness, acidity (the backbone of most whites), tannin (the backbone of most reds) and alcohol. You can objectively assess how much of these are present in each wine and how well they integrate and balance together. Gauging the level of each and your response to the combination will demonstrate the styles of wine you like. Sweetness and acidity are easy to notice and you will recognise the warming sensation alcohol provides at the back of the palate. Tannin is obvious but harder to understand. It is the astringency of red wine you also get from drinking cold tea. (Swill red wine around your mouth for a while and feel your teeth sticking to your gums to get the idea.)

Finally, consider the flavours of the wine. Like smelling, flavours are perceived differently by everyone, so get involved and start trying to articulate what’s going on in your glass. To start off it may be helpful to look past specific tastes to general flavour profiles in wines like herbaceous or fruity, spicy or mineral, earthy or floral. Read recommendations and bottle labels and try and pick out what they find.

One particular flavour is very important: Oak. Oak is used in the treatment of wine to give it weight in the mouth and different, more complex flavours. The amount of oak used is as good or bad as the winemaker is skilful. However, if you are getting toasty, woody, butterscotch or vanilla notes in a wine it is probably coming from the oak rather than the grapes.

So you are aware, this is the point at which you can get carried away in a wine-fuelled fervour. For me this involves ruminating on the joys of German Riesling with a crisp citrus structure, supporting overtone of minerals (and petrol) and an irresistible touch of sweetness on the finish. I love to quench my thirst with New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc, with its huge acidity and green, grassy flavours ideally complemented by sweeter fruits like raspberry, passion fruit or blackcurrant. I lose myself in red Burgundy (made with Pinot Noir) for though it is a light red wine with little tannin and some oak this is allied with red fruit flavours and earthy aspects ranging from the powerful echo of a farmyard to the musk of mushrooms in a shaded wood, all perfectly evoking the French countryside. I indulge unashamedly in the powerful dark fruits and seductive spice of Australian Shiraz (a.k.a. Syrah, grown in the Rhone) with its clench of powerful tannin and huge body. I also crave the excitement of trying new, unusual wines that take your palate in unexpected directions.

Now we have cleared up the unending attractions of good wine, we’d better talk money. The price of wine varies hugely and does tend to correlate with quality. The average spend on wine in the UK is about £4.10 a bottle, however, after you remove duty, VAT and retailing costs, a maximum of 50p is spent on making the wine. So, though there are some good wines sub-£5, if you are willing to spend a couple of pounds more the jump in quality is pronounced. Also, know that at low prices wine is of two distinct styles. Some is great value stuff made by low cost producers who make simpler versions of other wines but still express some characteristics of the grapes used and where they were grown. On the other hand there is an increasing trend of wine being mass produced to appeal to a broad market. This wine tends to lack interest, flavours and structure. If these bottles get you going, fine, but I find it hard to get passionate about wine that has been produced with as much thought, artistry and care as Coca Cola.

Now you have a little knowledge, start approaching wine confidently. There is so much to enjoy, and a large number of oenophiles more than happy to despatch advice. So, think about what styles of wine you enjoy and start purchasing. For inspiration, try my recommendations to carry you through summer:
Clear your palate and quench your thirst with a bottle of Quadro Sei Gavi 2007 (M&S, £4.99) from Piedmont, Italy. The Cortese grape makes whites with high acidity, like the more common Sauvignon Blanc. However, it has lovely clean citrus fruits on the palate and floral notes prevent the wine seeming too brittle in the mouth.

If you enjoy whites that aren’t too dry and have clear fruit flavours go straight for La Difference’s French Viognier-Muscat 2007 (Tesco, £4.92). The Viognier grape gives a vivid drive of apricots (and currently is a very cool white grape) and Muscat adds a perfumed grapey edge. This creates a sumptuous balance between off-dry, un-cloying fruit flavours and a light-mid weight body. Drink when the heat is still lingering and the sun is on its way down before dinner is ready.

Chardonnay. Change your perspective on a grape you may think you already know (and save some money) by heading for Chile’s Errazuriz 2007 Chardonnay at Sainsbury’s whilst it’s on offer (£4.99 from £7.99, or Oddbins, £6.99). This is fairly traditional Chardonnay (think peaches, melons and some oak) with good complexity and a refined structural balance. A rounder white wine, it will work well with lighter foods.

Though at least one of your friends will claim to detest red wine, show them this very light example to change their mind. Sainsbury’s own Beaujolais (£3.99) is a great example of what Beaujolais excels at: well priced, light bodied red wine with almost no tannin and bright red summer fruit flavours. This wine is great when the sun is out and accompanies serious salads really well. If you want to totally break with wine snobbery, and I unreservedly encourage you to, stick it in the fridge for 30 minutes before drinking to perk up the flavours.

Chianti is a perfect red to enjoy with food, especially Italian food, because it has mid-weight tannin and relatively high acidity without a large, overpowering body. Piccini tend to get their Chianti right at the moment, so try either the Piccini 2007 Chianti (Sainsbury’s, £5.99) or take advantage of the special offer on the Picinni 2005 Chianti Riserva, a noticeably better wine (Sainsbury’s, £6.99 from £9.99). Both show typical cherry fruit, moderate oak and savoury finish and are worth getting stuck in to.

Waitrose have an excellent wine selection (and there are also rumours of 25% off offers looming) so invest in the sublime Zalze Shiraz, Mouvedre, Viognier 2007 blend from South Africa (£5.99). These classic grapes of the Rhone create a rich wine of blackberry and raspberry fruit and gentle dark spice. The Viognier (a white grape) adds an attractive lift to the large body and heavy tannins of its companions. This impressive wine will suit meals of robust red meat excellently.

These wines all express a character that indicates the grapes they are made with and place they are made in. These differences make for interesting, diverse and exciting wines. This is the wine I am passionate about. Start tasting, ask questions and figure out what wines you enjoy and revel in drinking them. You’ve nothing to lose except your inhibitions and you may discover a passion too.

News Roundup: Week 6

Marta and Antonia discuss the findings of Cherwell’s sex survey, with some sad news for scientists, look at the research Oxford University have just published on ducks’ water preferences and tell you why you should vote in the local elections.