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Gutsy Blues fall short

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The turbulent run up to this years Varsity match saw the Blues hampered by injury setbacks. After training hard under Captain Zillah Anderson and South African coach Sandra Du Pleiss, the squad overcame recent problems to put in a hard fought performance against Cambridge. Following draws in the league this season, both sides knew that it would ultimately go down to the wire, and the match was both passionate and physical.

The match started positively, with Oxford defence putting the towering Cambridge attack under pressure. Excellent positional play around the circle allowed the Dark Blue shooters to pull Oxford ahead mid way through the quarter. Meanwhile things were heating up at the opposite end of the court; aggression from the Oxford GD and Cambridge GA bubbled over and both players were giving a stern warning by the referee.

The game continued to be played at high intensity, with the Cambridge players demonstrating their desire to overcome last years Oxford double. At the end of the first quarter the Blues trailed by two and were running into problems in the Centre court area. They took the opportunity of the break to bring on the outstanding shooter Lerryn Martin, adding to the experience and pace of the Oxford side.
An exceptional intercept after the restart by Oxford WA George Weetch, on the circle edge, gave Martin an opportunity to push for goal advantage. Cambridge fought back convincingly however, and capitalised on loose Oxford play. Their shooters performed well to gain a slight goal cushion and their physical demeanour was epitomised by the blocking work on Oxford’s centre, Fuller, which made it difficult for the Blues to bring the ball down court.

With Oxford trailing at the half, the game threatened to descend into farce in the second half, as throughout the court players furiously tussled- leading to the game being broken up by referees desperate to impose discipline.
 The third quarter saw Cambridge continue edging ahead and, although the dark Blues pulled back in the fourth quarter, it was sadly too little too late. Cambridge pushed hard, with their WD putting in an exceptional performance. and they continued to convert chances- despite the excellent Oxford defensive teamwork put in by Oxford GK Alice Kelly and GD Zillah Anderson. The Blues finished the quarter pulling back the score to 34-31 and so, narrowly, Varsity was lost.

The Oxford Second Team, the Roos, had an equally challenging match. Led by Captain Cat Clark, the team showed fight and determination early on in the game, with excellent shooting from Oxford GA, Laura Bell and GS Charlotte Constable.

The team was ahead mid-way in the first quarter and defensive duo Jenny Webb and Philippa Coates kept the Light blues working hard, tipping rebounds and turning over the ball for the Roos. The Cambridge second team became frustrated with the pace and pressure as they struggled to find their rhythym. Set plays practiced time and time again in training proved their worth with a classic ‘Net one slip one’ move, the coach’s favourite, executed by the talented Oxford WA Jess Murphy.

Towards the end of the second quarter the Roos began to make sloppy mistakes, giving Cambridge the opportunity to fight back, and the teams went into the second half separated by just one goal. The open nature of play that followed left both sides frantically working to find an advantage, with consistent shooting from Bell matched by the Cambridge GA; every goal counted in what was undoubtedly a nail-biting half. The fourth quarter started positively for Oxford with a fantastic intercept from Oxford GK Webb and the Roos looked to push for a lead.

With the home support urging the Cambridge side on, deep into the final quarter they took the lead for the first time in the match. Feeling that victory was almost slipping away the Roos fought in a manner never seen before. Pulling back to 33-33 they pushed in the remaining minutes to secure an astonishing Varsity Win by two points. With so many senior players leaving next year, this gutsy performance from the seconds should provide hope for the future.

Oxford spun out by plucky Tabs

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In a one-sided match, Oxford’s Men’s Table Tennis team were trounced 9-1 by Cambridge for the fourth year in a row. The Men’s 2nds were brushed aside with ease, resulting in an unattractive 10-0 scoreline. The girls performed slightly better, losing 6-4.

It was, in fact, a bitter defeat for the ladies. Following one of their best seasons in the run-up to varsity of recent years, the girls were confident of their chances.
Things were looking good for Oxford after they powered into a 2-0 lead after victories for Potjewyd and Shivkumar. But the Tabs fought back to win the next two matches and level the score at 2-2 going into the vital doubles round.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go to plan, with both Oxford teams losing tight matches. The final round of the singles was then more important than ever, with Potjewyd and Shivkumar again pulling out solid performances to pull the match back to 4-4. With all to play for, Cambridge just managed to hold out in the remaining singles and finish the day with a 6-4 victory.

The only point scored by the disappointing Men’s teams came in a dramatic Doubles Match won by captain Paul Lam and Horatio Boedihardjo. The pairs were neck and neck in the first three sets and in the crucial fourth set, the Tabs seemed poised for victory with two game points. It was Lam who kept his nerve and delivered two heavy backspin services, forcing the Light Blues to return the ball to the net, equalising at 10-10. Both sides were nervous and after a tentative exchange, Cambridge decided to initiate the aggression with a soft topspin but Lam decisively counter-attacked with a thundering forehand. The heavy spin on the ball caused it to rapidly curve after bouncing up from the table, bamboozling the unprepared opponents. After that, a massive cheer erupted from the Oxford side; the Men had finally got a point!

Cricket won’t Stanford it

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In some ways, you have to give credit to Allen Stanford. The man does not do things in half measures. In fact, in all the time he’s been in the public eye, he hasn’t exactly diluted his personality or his actions. First, there was the $1 million per person for the winner of his inaugural 20/20 match, a prize total which dwarfed anything which had previously existed in cricket.

This went hand in hand with lavish promises for the future, a return to the glory days of West Indian cricket, and generally the announcement that Jesus had returned in the form of a brash, American billionaire. And somehow he still found time to court controversy by flirting with the players’ wives during photoshoots. The man is truly a force of nature.

After announcing that he was getting into bed with ECB there then came the recent revelations about his financial misdemeanours. This time, Stanford really excelled himself.

Not even by his standards was it a small time deception. Fraud to the tune of $9.2 billion is what he has been accused of, causing panic and mass queues outside many of his banks.

Not satisfied with massive financial controversy, it now seems as if he was planning on committing bigamy with his English lover. The only thing that could have made this story better is if there had been an OJ Simpson style car chase between Stanford and the FBI, as they attempted to catch the elusive billionaire.

While this all may read like a script for a bad TV show, the departure of Stanford from the cricketing scene, and especially the manner in which he left, has caused widespread ripples of discontent. It raises serious questions about the future of the sport. There have cries for the head of Giles Clark, chairman of the ECB, but with his recent re-election it doesn’t seem like heads will roll. The man is good at making money, which is why the counties keep voting for him. Some counties however, have already raised issues over the Stanford money which they have already been paid, claiming they’re tainted in some way.

Other direct losers from this affair are the West Indies Cricket Board, who by all accounts are still owed their $3.5 million from the first Stanford 20/20 match. Perhaps the most comical people to suffer from the fallout of these allegations are Chanderpaul, Sarwan, Mohammed, Pollard and Joseph, all of who reinvested their $1 million winnings with the now disgraced banker. Seemingly everyone was taken in by the amusing moustache and the bottomless wallet. Now Stanford has been exposed are something other than the second coming with a chequebook, the holes are starting to be seen. One of the more amusing is the truth about his international unveiling; the plane he used to arrive on the pitch at Lord’s in was hired and flew him in from Battersea, and the alledgedly £2 million in cash he was pictured with is now thought to be nearer the $100,000 mark.

However, as ridiculous as the whole episode seems, it is far too easy to ignore the fact that the past few months have highlighted a worrying trend in world cricket. West Indies cricket has been suffering for some time, with youngsters moving towards basketball. The arrival of Stanford was seen as a godsend, as a way for funding in the area to finally receive a boost.

With their benefactor now gone, the Windies will be frantically looking for someone to replace him. It remains to be seen whether anyone will present themselves, with people unlikely to want to be associated with following in the now infamous footsteps of Stanford.

The ECB meanwhile, have come out of the whole affair looking pointedly stupid. After conducting 10 days due diligence on the finances of Stanford, they still allied themselves to him; or more accurately, his ill-gotten money. Whilst this may simply be an oversight by the ECB and their advisors, the desperation for cash is a damning indictment of the state of the game. Organising bodies are compromising their principles in attempt to get a part of the pie, with no end in sight.

While he may end up a footnote in the history of the game, those in the game would do well to heed the lesson of Stanford, if for no other reason than not to fall into the same trap.

What’s wrong with being good?

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A rather unnecessarily large number of people appear to have a problem with Corpus’ University Challenge winning captain Gail Trimble. But the prevailing opinion that she is rather ‘smug’ is not only a rather sad one to have, it’s just plain wrong.

You’d think that if anyone would find her to be so, it would be her teammates – but they are genuinely baffled by this response. One teammember, Lauren Schwartzman, sees in Trimble a strong and genuine leader, who encouraged the rest of the group and fostered a comfortable, successful atmosphere.
Yet still, most of us don’t know her personally, and the criticism remains bizarrely disproportionate. We must remember that UC is edited as much as any other programme, and that answering a question right is always going to raise a smile.
People watch University Challenge to see contestants answer questions and to try and have a go at them themselves. Criticism would be much better aimed at those which fail to get any right, who fail at succeeding in doing what the show is there for.

Trimble is good at answering questions. Bloody good. Yet her levels of success are hardly those that appear to have gone to her head. For all the articles written about her as far and wide as the national press, there isn’t an arrogant word of hers present in any of them. And she turned down Nuts.
Quite frankly if I was as good at something as Gail Trimble is at quizzes, I’d feel entitled to be rather smug. So lets shift focus away from her apparent persona and celebrate her success instead.

Tuition fees: take some responsibility, students

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Chris Patten’s argument for a sliding scale on tuition fees rather resembles the reasoning behind progressive taxation: the rich pay more to cover the poor, reducing inequalities in income and wealth and so on so forth. Sensible right?
Well, it would be if those that were coming to university were those with the money, but they’re not. A student entering university is usually at least 18, an adult, and supposedly embarking on a life of self sufficiency which should no longer require parental fiscal support.

Parents are at this point no longer required to fund their children, and some of course won’t. But the fact that some parents wouldn’t continue to support their children isn’t really the point, because by the time their child has progressed from child to adult they shouldn’t be encouraged to.

The tuition fees are taken on by the students themselves, paying them back according to their own futures, and rightly so. Encouraging the richer parents to pay more than others for university would be to reinforce the incorrect opinion that their success should continue to be funded by where they come from and not who they are.

University is one of society’s great levellers, because students are removed from their individual backgrounds and dropped into a place where their futures are decided upon their own decisions and abilities. Or to put it another way, their achievements are based upon merit, something Patten rightly thinks is rather important.Asking parents to fund the gap in a difference in tuition fees encourages division, apathy and an attitude which states that life will always be easy, because mummy and daddy can make it so.

 

Students graduating from university come out largely equally in debt, a debt which should be encouraged to be removed by themselves to support the notions that personal drive and hard work are the tools which will bring one’s one success, something that would benefit not just individuals, but the whole country.

Indeed what would stop the university admitting students on the basis of their parent’s wealth? If the financiers had a gap to fill and a way to do it, it would hardly be surprising to see them do it. Patten’s concept sounds great in principle, echoing a progressive ideal rightly enforced across society. But if a culture of meritocracy is most important, differences in tuition fees must be avoided.

The Truth

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4 stars

The Truth – adapted from the Terry Pratchett book of the same name – introduces William de Worde, a reluctant journalist and one of Pratchett’s more ‘normal’ characters, into the Discworld. The plot follows de Worde’s trials and tribulations as he accidentally becomes editor-in-chief of the Disc’s first newspaper. Meanwhile, the city is under threat of invasion as the Patrician, Lord Vetinari, is attacked by two assassins with the aid of a man who bears a striking resemblance to the ruler.
The team behind this production have three years’ experience of staging Pratchett plays, and this time they hit just the right tone of light-hearted fun, aiming for what they call “panto without audience interaction”. They dispose of complicated sets, instead relying on a few outsized props and a single raised platform to draw a height distinction between human and dwarf characters (after all, what would Pratchett be without some anthropomorphic personifications?). Liam Welton deserves a nod as sound designer, as his recorded dialogue and soundscapes effectively and amusingly set the scene.
On the whole, the cast deal with the personification of their characters well, and the stereotypes remain entertaining without becoming quite too ridiculous. James Utechin’s Otto Chriek, an enthusiastic and incredibly camp vampire complete with essential ‘überwald’ accent, is frankly hilarious as he attempts to become de Worde’s photographer despite his genetic intolerance to bright lights.
Vetinari and his doppelganger are unsurprisingly played by the same actor, and Calum Mitchell does a good job of distinguishing the two characters through physicality and voice. The line between comic and ludicrous is carefully observed throughout, with humorous one-liners incorporated deadpan into the dialogue.
The Truth was never going to be an astonishing piece of fine art, and that’s just as well. It’s near the end of term, and you owe it to yourself to take some time off and watch something just for fun; rest assured the audience will at least get a lot of laughs from this production.

OFS, 3rd-7th March, 7.30pm

 

Cityboy and the City life

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Geraint Anderson, city analyst turned rogue, knows the high life. His recently published book, Cityboy: Beer And Loathing in the Square Mile, exposes the high-flying life of those working in the Square Mile, from £1,000 meals to insider trading—via drugs and a lot of drinks.

One of the few to break the City’s code of silence, Anderson maintains he ‘slipped through the net’ of the city by mistake. He was brought up left wing by his father, a Labour MP and peer, and a Christian by his missionary mother. While he insists he found his job and the general City culture ‘incredibly tedious and offensive,’ he certainly embraced the lifestyle for a number of years. He quit his job at Dresdner Kleinwort from a beach in Goa with a joint in one hand, pina colada in the other, hours after pocketing his largest bonus yet, a mere £500,000.

Anderson was at this point writing a notorious column for thelondonpaper: Cityboy, targeting the culture and excesses of the City. ‘[It was] confessional and an opportunity to vent my vitriol,’ he remarks. ‘If I hadn’t done it I’d probably have gone fucking mental.’ He didn’t know if he was about to be fired for  writing the column and continuing to work for the company, or awarded his annual bonus.

At a time when high-level bonuses have become infamous and symbolic of all that is wrong with the City, Anderson confirmed the notion that the bonus culture is the primary cause of the credit crunch.

‘The City and Wall Street became wild west casinos with everyone trying to make as much money as quickly as possible, thinking that the whole shebang, caboodle, whatever, was going to be falling down at any minute. The whole emphasis is to make money.’ Even since the publication of Liar’s Poker in the 1980’s, the original exposé of city life at Salomon Bros., Anderson thinks the city has developed a dangerous ‘get rich quick, anything goes’ attitude. He believes that the asymmetrical risk of the bonuses is to blame for much of the current economic situation—if you make money you keep some of it, if you lose it there’s little by way of a penalty. But the main problem is too short-term an outlook.

His answer to the bonus furore, now that he no longer benefits from it, is tighter regulation and longer-term incentives so that bankers don’t get rewarded for short-term gambles that may later backfire. ‘The whole system needs to change. Pressure can come from politicians and regulators, but ultimately its shareholders who need to say, “We want our long term interests looked after.”’
‘The electorate’ll go insane,’ he notes, ‘if there’s another credit crunch where it’s clear the bankers are to blame.’ The government has to change something, but there’s only so much they can do.

‘Whatever government, either Tory or Labour, is going to be unwilling to regulate too tightly, they’re going to be unwilling to change market forces too much because Thatcherism won many years ago. It’s a question of tweaking the system so you don’t just get idiots driving around in Porsches snorting  cocaine.’

There’s a limit to possible changes that can be made to bonuses and the surrounding culture though. ‘You don’t do the job for the love of the job,’ Anderson points out. ‘I don’t think you do the job because you think you’re doing the world some good; I don’t think you do it for the creative fulfilment; You do it for the money.’

His experience of the city, and he does charitably concede that there are some half-decent people working there to earn a good living, is that people assess their self worth on the size of their bonus. ‘Basically, it’s just “who’s got the biggest penis?” And its pathetic.’

He cites an apocryphal story that Goldman Sachs used to look for people who’d been bullied at school ‘because they’ve got the drive necessary to stay up ‘till all hours going through the minutia of various tedious deals so they can buy the yellow Ferrari Testarossa. It’s insecurity that’s the main driving force in the city.’He comments on the divide in the City culture: on the one hand life is racy, hedonistic and unruly; on the other, its becoming more professional probably due to the complexity of the products being sold.

‘One of the reasons I had to leave was my USP was to get clients drunk, take them out to clubs, parties, whatever, strip joints. You know.And there was a new breed of these tedious graduate trainees who had wanted to be hedge fund managers since they were about ninr years old—you know, wasted their lives trying to get there. And they’re really boring and really dull, and they’re professional and they knew about spreadsheets. They took the fun out of it, and so it became that my ability to charm clients was becoming less and less important.’

Reflecting on whether he’d recommend working in the City, I think there’s a part of him that still misses the excitement.  He likens working in the City to working as a bank robber. You’re constantly telling yourself ‘just one more job, just one more bonus.’ But he maintains that ‘suddenly you’re 50, an alcoholic, drug addict, weirdo, red-faced loser. And I didn’t want to become that.’

His broader point on the fruitlessness of the City was thought provoking. ‘The one good thing from the credit crunch is that the City won’t just suck up all the talent this country has to offer by offering vast rewards. Because that’s been tragic, and I’m sure society has suffered from the fact that people who should have been curing cancer or sorting out global warming instead have been pushing around bits of paper. Graduate trainees, or graduates from Oxford, might now be forced to do something more worthwhile with their lives.’

‘Recessions produce great music and they produce great art,’ he considers, on the other upsides to a recession. ‘People maybe start thinking a little less about the next pair of trainers they can buy or the best car they can buy. And might start thinking about things that are free, love or sex or things that are free that give you pleasure and give you fulfilment. And apart from that people’ll stop fucking talking about property prices at dinner parties.’

Gordon Brown to deliver Romanes lecture

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Number 10 has confirmed that Prime Minister Gordon Brown will be giving the auspicious Romanes lecture in Oxford on Friday.

The lecture is delivered annually by a figure of high public note and has been running since 1892.

More detail soon.

A case of poetic justice?

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In November last year, The Sun published an exposé of a prison comedy course running at HMP Whitemoor. One of the participants was Zia ul-Haq, a convicted terrorist, and the course included training in stand-up, comic drama, improvisation and scriptwriting. It was scratched after only a few days when news of the course reached Jack Straw, who wasted no time in dubbing it ‘totally unacceptable’.

No great surprise, you may be thinking, it is perhaps fair enough that the public don’t want to see a terrorist having a laugh on the tax-payers tab. This was certainly the tone of some of the comments on The Sun’s website: ‘ninjasix’ wrote ‘Glad to see all the cons are doing hard labour!!! This story must really put people off going to prison/holiday camp’.

Indeed, I must admit that I would have been fairly indifferent to this whole debacle in normal circumstances, until a few months ago that is. Having just graduated from Oxford, I started working for Safe Ground, a small charity that runs drama-based educational courses in prisons. Our two courses, Family Man and Fathers Inside, are family relationships and parenting courses taught in male prisons all over the country. They use drama techniques combined with basic literacy training to help prisoners establish and maintain a strong family support network, This is vital if reoffending is to be prevented.

The first time I went into a prison was, to my surprise, an overwhelmingly positive experience. I had gone to watch a presentation by students in a high security prison to mark the completion of a Family Man course. This was a chance for them to present the work they’d done to their families. We’re not talking cutting edge stuff here, just a few short sketches, poems, songs and games, but bearing in mind that 65% of the prison population have numeracy skills at or below the level expected of 11 year-olds (compared to 23% of the general population), it suddenly seems a somewhat more groundbreaking achievement.

In a reversal of the traditional school assembly scene, this time it was the kids sitting on the floor with their mums and grandparents, proudly watching dad reading out his poem, spurred on by friends and tutors. It was a genuinely touching event, as the smiles, laughter and tears of the audience testified.
Coming from the kind of academic background where, studying languages, I easily spent hours at a time discussing the nuances of a single adjective in a translation, it was a reality check to be reminded that for some men on our courses, writing a short letter to their wife or mother may be an extremely challenging exercise. We’re not talking about the minutiae of stylistics here but the basic structures of communication. Our courses are about giving these men the core vocabulary and grammar to communicate, and to acknowledge how their selfish behaviour may have impacted on their families lives.

And what further proof is necessary to show the need for stable, responsible parenting than the bleak statistic that 65% of boys with a convicted parent go on to offend? Imprisonment effects far more children than you might think; The Prison Reform Trust estimates that there are 160,000 children with a parent in prison each year (around two and a half times the number of children in care). They claim that in 2006, more children were affected by the imprisonment of a parent than by divorce in the family. The children of prisoners are amongst the most vulnerable in our society, with ‘approximately three times the risk for both mental health problems and anti-social or delinquent behaviour compared to their peers’; educating parents is an essential part of breaking this cycle. Here’s hoping that the children watching their dads perform that day won’t be amongst that 65%.

Knowing how effective our courses are only makes Straw’s statement all the harder to swallow. Courses like ours open prisoners’ eyes to their responsibilities, as one student told us; ‘It made me see both sides of the story. Although our families don’t see what we are feeling in prison, we do not realise how imprisonment is affecting the lives of our family.’ This is a massive realisation for some. Drama activities like role-playing are a positive reinforcement of this, allowing students to see situations from different points of view, to develop empathy and to model new patterns of behaviour.

The Woolf Report in 2001 noted that ‘The disruption of the prisoner’s position within the family unit represents one of the most distressing aspects of imprisonment … Enabling prisoners … to stay in close and meaningful contact with the family is therefore an essential part of humane treatment.’ We need to acknowledge that for meaningful contact to occur requires maturity and self-awareness, qualities often nurtured by arts-based courses. As Libby Purves put it recently in The Times; ‘I have talked over the years with inmates who certainly deserved their sentences but who then sewed, composed or performed their way clear of their narrow, angry hearts’.

Safe Ground’s courses are designed to build self-esteem and self-awareness in this often deeply scarred and emotionally damaged group of learners. They also aim to involve students’ family members in the learning process, because, as a report on reducing re-offending by ex-prisoners explained; ‘maintaining family relationships can help to prevent prisoners re-offending and can assist them to successfully settle in the community’. Currently, however, 45% of offenders lose contact with their families while serving a sentence. Here at Safe Ground, we are currently trialling a revised version of our Family Man course which involves adult ‘supporters’ – family members or friends – more fully, allowing students to apply the skills they’ve learnt on the course in a safe and supported environment.

Given that a large proportion of the prison population has consistently failed in, and been failed by, the mainstream education system, prison is the ideal time to approach learning in different ways. There is no point lecturing people who are disillusioned with traditional, formal educational settings. Our courses work because they make learning enjoyable and build a safe, supportive group environment. They ‘hook’ reluctant learners and inspire them to continue with further education.

One student’s partner sums up why Safe Ground’s work is so important; ‘He’s never written me letters like this before … Those tutors and staff on the workshops, they made him feel like he could be something more than an offender and they made me feel like there’s some hope for us as a family at last.’

Interview: Brian Paddick

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Frequently during his talk at the Union on Wednesday, Brian Paddick uses the word ‘controversy’, and it’s not difficult – considering his life and career – to see why. As well as being openly gay, he was the Liberal Democrat candidate for London Mayor in last summer’s elections. He attempted to implement a highly contentious cannabis policy in his role as Police Commander for Lambeth and then became the focus
of a cannabis scandal himself. He gave evidence against the London Metropolitan Police in the Stockwell Tube Station inquiry, whilst he was the Deputy Police Commissioner to Sir Ian Blair. And then he went on last year’s run of I’m a Celebrity! Get Me Out of Here.

He is a man who everybody claims to know something about, or at least have an opinion on – a somewhat intimidating reputation to have, I feel. However, upon meeting him, he is infallibly polite, funny and charming. He describes his mayoral candidate rival Boris Johnson as ‘loveable’, and states ‘liquidised camel penis’ as his favourite eating challenge during I’m a Celebrity.

Having studied PPE at the Queen’s College, Oxford is not new to him, and ‘walking around here makes me feel like I’m at home’. He missed out on the typical student experience as he arrived here aged 22, married, and funded by a police scholarship. However, he insists with great warmth that the experience was wonderful, and that he ‘would do it all over again’.

His path to Oxford began in an unconventional fashion typical to him, as he decided to write a letter to the admissions tutor at Christ Church before he officially applied. He received a firm but polite no, but his refusal to give in became a characteristic that would reappear in the course of events in his life.

Following his time at Oxford, he went on to do a postgraduate diploma at Cambridge. However, his ‘experience of student life’ was to be compromised again as he only studied during the vacations from his police training.
Religion has played a large part in Paddick’s life – whilst a student here, he preached at St. Aldates Church to ‘punk rockers and glue sniffers’ and attempted ‘a conversion mission’ and a promotion of Christianity. However, after coming out as homosexual and ‘going from church to church’, he found that ‘at the end of every service, the vicar would always query where my wife was’. Although he is ‘still a believer’, he is no longer an active part of the body of worshippers after the continual wrong assumptions about his sexuality.

This difficulty in reconciling two seemingly integral aspects in his life – his religion and his sexuality – seems trouble him less than I would have imagined, but then again he seems to be used to dealing with inconsistencies.
His sexuality comes under constant public scrutiny and I ask him how it feels to be labelled by the media as formerly being ‘the most senior and openly gay police officers in Britain’. He describes to me an article written the day following the July 7th bombings in London. At the time he was face that represented the police in the media, however the article in question focused on his sexuality alone. This indicated the major media interest in his homosexuality, and the journalist treated it as a concern.

‘Being gay is not everything about me’, he states, although the vast majority of the public seem to treat it as if it is. In 2008, Paddick made the Pink List, an annual compilation of the most influential homosexuals in Britain, for the second year in a row. However, he states that ‘I don’t feel that I’m influential, not in the fact that I’m gay anyway’. He makes jokes throughout his speech in the debating chamber about being homosexual, and is incredibly at ease when he is discussing it with me. He briefly discusses his marriage and being open with his wife about his sexuality, marking it out as being ‘one of the hardest things I have ever had to do’.

Clearly, this is a man with a lot of emotion beneath his calm exterior, and this comes across most vividly when I inquire as to what he feels his biggest achievement is. Smiling and apologising for being ‘gushy and gooey’, he tells me that meeting his current partner, Norwegian civil engineer Petter Belsvik, and marrying him just last month is most definitely it. ‘I had to kiss many frogs to find the right one.’

He went through much media furore after his ex-lover made cannabis allegations about him, which he denies furiously, claiming that he smoked the drug on a daily basis. This story had followed the controversy surrounding his drugs policy where, as Police Commissioner, he elected to focus on ‘harder’ drugs such as heroin and issue on the spot fines for those caught with cannabis. He felt that it made sense to focus on it this way, rather than cracking down on cannabis as planned and thus straining police resources. He didn’t try to implement this policy by the book either, although he admits that ‘in retrospect maybe I should have done’, as he first discussed the policy in a London newspaper, rather than submitting it to Scotland Yard.

His frank and outspoken manner on the matter is impressive, as are his unshakable beliefs. The police shooting of a Brazilian electrician at Stockwell Tube station brought Paddick into the limelight once again and only serves to highlight just how unswerving he can be. The police emphatically declared that they believed the victim, de Menezes, to be a terrorist for 24 hours following the incident, which Paddick declares emphatically as ‘wrong’.

According to him, just hours after the event he was informed by members of the police that an ordinary Brazilian citizen and he went on to testify for de Menezes’ family in the trial. His heavy criticism of Sir Ian Blair’s events during the crisis was ‘what I feel prevented me from moving up the ladder’ in the police force into the most senior position – but he does not regret speaking out.

Paddick’s work in the police force is now over after the de Menezes crisis and although he feels he can ‘never go back’, he is moving up and on. As well as featuring in interviews and lecturing at the University of Ashridge’s Business School, he has just been offered a presenting job for a programme which will visit riot squads in different countries. Aptly named ‘I predict a Riot’, he turned it down, ‘it sounded a bit too butch for me really’. Although he has come under much public scrutiny over the years, Paddick remains unswervingly passionate and principled. He ‘couldn’t not tell the truth’ when it came to the injustice he felt surrounding Stockwell, even though it cost him dearly. ‘I greatly miss being on the beat, and actually helping people’.

He leaves me with the impression he has a lot of things he still wishes to achieve, stating matter of factly that ‘I’m not mature, except in age perhaps’. Whatever preconception you hold about Brian Paddick, be prepared to keep on changing it.