Once upon a time there were three little girls. They grew up
to be three very different women but they had three things in
common. Times have changed, however, and the latter-day
Charlie’s Angels depicted in Thea Wolff’s The Honey
Trap are barely recognisable as our hotpants-sporting,
hairspraytoting, ass-kicking heroines of old. The locale has
shifted to Noughties London, Boswell is now a fifty-yearold
Spanish babysitter, and Charlie a pre-op transvestite who prefers
to be known as Fiona. Owing, perhaps, to a recent deficit of kidnapped millionaires,
the girls are now ridding the world of evil and corruption by
giving paranoid wives proof of their husbands’ philandering:
which they achieve by seducing the poor suckers themselves.
Despite describing itself as ‘comic crime fiction’,
this book sits squarely in the chick-lit category, so those who
demand heart-stoppingly beautiful prose and daring social comment
from their bedtime reading would be well-advised to steer clear.
Thus warned, however, Wolff’s frank, chatty writing and
well-developed sense of the ludicrous will not disappoint those
looking for a light-hearted antithesis to contract law or Greek
tragedy. Indeed, the hapless heroine’s admittedly crap attempts at
dealing with incidents ranging from finding a severed finger in
her garden to ‘accidentally’ sleeping with a
client’s masochistic husband imbued me with a heartwarming
appreciation of my own sanity. I could criticize the lack of a
cohesive plot, I could complain about the overly colloquial
style, I could admit that the time spent reading this agreeable
froth would have been better spent writing my essay; but, after
all, isn’t that just the point?ARCHIVE: 1st week TT 2004 

Someone once wrote a novel without any words containing the letter E in it. There is also a novel written in 26 chapters, with every chapter being written only in words that begin with the corresponding letter (‘Adam advanced angrily and…’). Experimental novels or just gimmicks? Well, there are doubtless many arguments either way; Sarah Salway’s Something Beginning With stands somewhere between the two.
She has written her novel in 26 chapters, each being a collection of musings upon topics (Ambition; Ants; Attitude). Each entry is also cross-referenced with others, and after the last page of the novel is a subject index. Somewhere in all this alphabetical play there is a story or several of them.
Verity Bell is the narrator of the book; the entries are not entirely chronological, so as we follow her tale of love and loss, we also learn about her history; the death of her parents; her lifelong friend Sally; Sally’s married lover Colin.
At first the organisation of the novel irritated me; these entries seem rather trivial and inconsequential – once you become involved in the narrative, though, they bring an immediacy and liveliness to the story; instead of convention, Salway opts to write tangentially, her narrative bouncing from one topic to another.
Quite apart from narratorial gadgetry, there are some nice moments in the book too: Verity and her friend being scorned as ‘Normals’ by a couple of Station (not Train) Spotters and Verity blithely declaiming that the Queen thinks the world smells of paint because everything is freshly painted for her.
Now I know this may get me into a whole heap of trouble, but I couldn’t help feeling this novel might prove more popular with ladies than gentlemen. It’s just that there’s a little too much of Bridget Jones’s Diaryin this novel.
Salway’s exploiting of the alphabet is effective in giving a sense of the division between our personal stories and the world going on around us – what happens to an office romance at the weekends and on the train home – but ultimately it all seems rather gossipy.
The figure of the kooky-but-reallylovely heroine feels a little limited; then again, Salway’s depiction of an unequal friendship, and its effects on the weaker party, are painfully well observed. The idea behind this book is engaging; I just found that I wasn’t that enthusiastic about the story itself.ARCHIVE: 1st week TT 2004 

Forfeiting my integrity and honesty while affecting a smile of
interest, I agreed to review this exhibition. I mean come on,
anyone without grey hair would be pushed to take a lie detector
test and read out a sentence like “I’ve always had an
interest in Chinese silk painting” without the needle
shooting up and down. It isn’t that I wanted to be a
cultural philistine; indeed I gave it my all not to be and donned
the appropriate clothing, hoping that it might put me in the
right frame of mind. In a blazer, shirt and chinos, I set out. It
wasn’t going well, I thought, as I peered at a Tang dynasty
Buddhist altar valence. A long piece of fabric onto which are attached various pieces
of embroidered and plain silk, the only thing I could liken it to
was a bank manager’s tie collection: a stripy one, a plain
one, and a risqué embroidered number perfect for the office
party Amongst the scraps of ancient fabric I couldn’t find
much that charmed. Their size and incompleteness makes
scrutinizing them a chore. Seeing a gold embroidered
dragon’s bulbous eyes staring out from a tapestry convinced
me. On the whole the figures portrayed in this exhibition have a
paradoxical ability to make the impossible believable. The dragon
is bodiless yet has scaly hands creeping upwards. I wouldn’t
have expected life and vivacity; yet they are strangely
articulated on silk with paint and thread that blends the real
and fantastic.ARCHIVE: 1st week TT 2004 

Worcester’s Jan Hobbs scored a hat-trick in the final of
the Lacrosse Cuppers to sew up victory against a Hertford side
which had shown massive promise in the preceding matches. Worcester had begun well and headed in to a 4-0 lead before
two goals in the final seconds gave the scoreline some
respectability from the point of view of the runnersup. The early stages of the event, taking place on Saturday in the
University Parks, had adopted a fairly baffling structure, but it
became clear that Worcester, with victories over Trinity and
Osler Green, were one of the major contenders. They then came up
against an LMH side which had beaten the same opposition by
scorelines of 4-0 and 2-1 respectively, and, having taken a 2-0
halftime lead, eased off to win 3-1 to book their place in the
semi-finals. Meeting them there were St Catz, who had been
fortunate to play just one group game, against Queen’s, and
win it 3-1. Catz fought back from a firstminute goal, but by half-time the
play was surrounding their goal and a disallowed strike, as well
as two well-worked moves which created openings and went close to
extending the lead, showed that Worcester were underwhelmed by
the 1-0 half-time scoreline. An early goal in the second half was, therefore, justly
deserved and by the end it was 3-0. However, Catz will have rued
the fact that they missed two open goals in the second half, and
ended the game with a minute of intense pressure. Hertford’s route to the semifinals culminated with a 6-0
thrashing of Magdalen, who had also lost 1-0 to New College. They
looked awesome, though perhaps partly due to the poverty of the
opposition. Their third goal, scored just before half-time, was a
particular highlight as the ball was switched across the field
and in to the middle at devastating pace. Queen’s had also found a way through to the semi-finals
despite the loss to Catz and the tie proved to be a hugely
physical affair, with one incident seeing a player from either
side sent off. Queen’s began strongly but Hertford grabbed a
goal before the break to lead 1-0. However, from the kick-off Queen’s surged impressively
down the left and a cross was turned in to the net for an
equaliser which momentarily stunned the Hertford side. Yet after
a Queen’s foul led to the sendings off, Hertford scored from
the restart. The game remained heated, with the sent-off players voicing
their unhappiness on the sidelines and adding to a stream of
expletives. Two good chances for a Hertford third went wide
before the final whistle confirmed their place in the final. The pitches were switched for the final, which Worcester began
with a purpose. Hertford, though dogged in defence early on, were
reduced to long passes which were not particualrly effective and,
as the pressure built, the ball was played in to the inside right
channel where Becky Waller, presented with a chance at goal, made
no mistake. Hertford came back, but a chance similar to that seen at the
other end was spurned before Hobbs was found close to the goal.
Having wrong-footed a defender challenging him, he found the net
from a static position. Of the seven minutes in the second half, the first six were
completely dominated by Worcester, and an early goal from Hobbs
which seemed to kill Hertford’s spirit was followed by a
clinical finish with two minutes to go – though the distance
of the shot was disputed. However, Worcester’s all-round play had peaked for the
final. Hobbs was cheered with every touch and a couple of
consolation goals did nothing to dampen his side’s joy at
the final whistle.ARCHIVE: 1st week TT 2004 

The Ladies Blues Squash team finished off their season in
style on Thursday night in the Finals of the Oxfordshire County
Championships. After impressive displays from Hannah Tye and Rhian Hopkins,
who both secured convincing straight games victories at no. 2 and
no. 3, and unlucky losses from Lucinda Orr and Camilla Day –
who both showed that they were more than the equal of their
opponents in terms of talent by winning game 9-0 – the match
was poised on a knife edge. It was perhaps fitting in this siuation that Kerri Shields, in
her last outing for the University, before she tries her hand as
a professional squash player this summer, was due to play the
final, and deciding rubber of the match for the championship. Shields’s impressive stroke play and volleys made it look
easy, and the result was never in doubt from very early on. The
Dark Blue star shut out her opponent in such an effective manner
that she allowed her only two points in the entire match. To end the season being crowned as County Champions will be
some consolation to the Dark Blues after some heartbreaking
losses. The failure in the semi-final of the BUSA Championships
at Easter – to the eventual champions, the University of
Wales, Cardiff – compounded the narrow defeat at the hands
of the Tabs in this year’s Varsity Match in February. Oxford
will believe that having lost to their Light Blue rivals by the
agonising margin of three games to two for each of the last five
years, they are more than due a victory. However, despite the two defeats, albeit in notably
prestigious games, should not take the shine off an impressive
season in which 25 wins were obtained from a daunting fixture
list of no fewer than 34 matches. The loss of fourth year stalwarts and Captains Shields and Orr
should be counteracted by the strong players remaining and the
anticipated strengthening of the squad via the arrival of Brown
University’s Squash Captain, Avery Broadbent, next year. If
Shields makes it in the professional game she will be following
in the footsteps of Ben Garner, who left Oxford two years ago and
is still climbing up the world rankings. He currently stands at
number 45 in the world. The last piece of business for the Women’s Squash Club
this year is the Cuppers Finals on 10 May in which Teddy Hall
will try to stop Keble making it a hat-trick of victories in the
last three years.ARCHIVE: 1st week TT 2004

With cricket written off this week by the dreadful weather,
Oxford’s various sides will be itching to get out in to the
middle, with some mouth-watering fixtures in prospect. The men’s UCCE side are due to play Durham UCCE today in
an away fixture in the BUSA Premier Division before a twoday game
over the weekend in the inter-UCCE league. Meanwhile Oxford’s women’s UCCE will be looking
forward to two fixtures this week which remind them of recent
triumphs. They travel to Exeter in the BUSA Premier Division on
Sunday, looking to repeat their indoor side’s success over
the Devon outfit, before hosting Cambridge UCCE at Marston on
Wednesday. It is perhaps the men’s seconds, the Authentics, who will
be listening the closest to the weather forecasts this week, as
they prepare themselves for two big games against Nottingham
Trent – at Marston on Sunday – and a trip to Birmingham
University on Wednesday. This will all be played, though, with
one eye on their Varsity encounter, scheduled for next Friday in
the Parks.ARCHIVE: 0th week TT 2004 

Though Somerville’s first eleven captured the headlines
following their 3-0 cuppers victory over pre-match favourites
Wadham, the second eleven cuppers tournament proved no less
exciting. Indeed, the final – played this term due to
scheduling conflicts in Hilary – epitomised the dogged
determination so characteristic of all 2nd XI Football. An
entertaining match saw Teddy Hall emerge victorious over an
organised Pembroke side who had narrowly missed out on winning
the First Division. Both sides showed their passion, skill and strength in a first
half that exhibited fast end to end football. For much of the
period Pembroke, who benefited from the help of a not
inconsiderable wind at their backs, pressed for an early score.
However, a Teddy Hall break led to them gaining a corner which
swirled in the wind above the Pembroke defence, and evaded the
attempted clearance of the otherwise solid Bartosiak- Jentys.
Teddy Hall capitalised in the scramble and swept the ball home to
move in to a 1-0 lead against the run of play. They held on to
the lead until the referee blew for half-time. The second half heralded a period of Pembroke domination
straight from the kick off, as they sought to regain the parity
they had unluckily lost. Despite repeated Pembroke attacks, the
two Hall centre backs, Captain Julian Baker and Christopher
Wilson, gave a commanding performance and consistently frustrated
the Pembroke forward line. The excellent Teddy Hall keeper,
Laurence Hargrave, was also called upon to produce some heroics
– including pulling off a superb reflex save at his near
post, when the ball looked to have beaten him. However, Teddy Hall were to extend their lead against the run
of play for the second time. Again a corner proved the downfall
of Pembroke – having only half cleared another wind affected
corner Pembroke looked on haplessly as a well executed volley by
Liam Kelly swept the ball sailing past goalkeeper and defenders
and his side into a 2-0 lead. With a two goal advantage and time fast running out, it
appeared that Hall would be able to run down the clock; but
Pembroke had other ideas and immediately went on the attack. An
inspired attacking substitution by the Pembroke side’s
Captain Rami Tappuni saw them dispense with the niceties of
defence and pile the pressure on Teddy Hall’s goal. Amid much pressure Pembroke finally did drag themselves back
into the game via a neat finish following a fearsome shot which
had rebounded off the Hall crossbar. At 2-1 the game, and the trophy, were up for grabs, but
Pembroke’s energy sapping attempt to restore terms was to
prove futile. Their commitment to seeking the equaliser allowed
Teddy Hall to exploit numerous gaps in their defence. Fatal among
these Hall attacking forays was a break down Pembroke’s left
flank, which led to the tireless Will Hepworth applying a
clinical finish to an excellent run. Though Pembroke may have felt that the 3-1 score line did not
reflect how hard they had pushed their opponents, Teddy Hall
lived to hear the final whistle blow and deservedly took the Cup
in what was an enthralling encounter.ARCHIVE: 1st week TT 2004

French farce returns to Oxford this week with La Compagnie
Molière d’Oxford performing ’Les Fourberies de Scapin’ at
Wadham’s Moser theatre. The rarity of French theatre performed in
French should deservedly draw a good crowd as did last year’s ’Le
Malade Imaginaire’. One of Moliere’s best loved plays, Les Fourberies de Scapin is
a farce set in Italy. On the return of their fathers from abroad,
Léandre and Octave are both faced with the prospect of marrying
two unknown women. Since Léandre has just proposed to a young
gypsy called Zerbinette and Octave has recently married Hyacinte,
they seek the help of the wily servant Scapin to resolve their
problems… Well cast in the challenging and unrelenting role of Scapin,
Christophe Schramm’s engaging and memorable performance is reason
enough to see the play. His good looks and charm as the scheming
Scapin are irresistible. The rest of the cast, not all native
speakers, do very well in portraying the humour and energy of
this demanding play and the initial impact is maintained
throughout. The use of set and levels is effective in its simplicity.
Equally, the costumes are basic yet functional and don’t detract
from the acting. A few well chosen elements of directorial
interpretation are instrumental in making this production more
suited to and enjoyable for its audience. For those with dubious
French skills, the physical nature of the play still undoubtedly
entertains, and when combined with the scene by scene synopsis
given out at the start it is possible for all to follow and
enjoy. All in all, whilst seeming like an obligation for Europhiles,
this opportunity to see French theatre is a chance which should
not be missed and happily turns out to be a real pleasure to
watch.ARCHIVE: 1st week TT 2004

Nestled on the Red Sea coast against the stunning backdrop of
the Sinai mountain range, Sharm El Sheikh is heralded as the
jewel of the Egyptian tourist industry. Boasting the simplicity
of year-round sun, sea and sand, this sprawl of luxury four and
five-star hotels is one of the most developed and accessible
resorts on the Sinai peninsula. Arriving in Sharm, you’ll
fly over the white-washed little town and will begin to
comprehend the sheer scale of a few of the resorts below, some
set in thousands of square metres of lush gardens and winding
swimming pools. Concerning cash, most places will happily accept
any combination of Egyptian pounds, US dollars, euros and pounds
sterling. A less convenient trait you will experience is that almost
everything must be paid for. Having retrieved a luggage trolley
from the stack, a sharp request was issued by the men guarding
over them: “One English pound, my friend.” Upon
leaving, at check in you will encounter a similar experience,
with men standing by every desk lifting your bag a mighty forty
centimetres onto the conveyor, and then demanding compensation
for their Herculean effort. Accommodation ranges from small, intimate hotels with modern
designs to the larger hotel complexes belonging to international
chains. If it is the latter, your first day may well be spent
exploring the vast grounds. Our accommodation, the four star
Sonesta Beach Resort, boasted a luxuriant green environment set
against two-storey whitewashed buildings, a private beach,
rooftop café, mini shopping arcade and snack bars by most
poolsides – though I never did discover all seven swimming
pools on offer. Buffet lunch and dinner offer a good range of
food to cater for all tastes, and cost as little as £6. The hotel staff are all very helpful, and security is
excellent, with guards posted around the clock at every entrance.
It is worth pointing out at this point that security generally is
very good, with the Egyptian authorities working hard to protect
their tourist bubble. The whole region surrounding Sharm is kept
under strict border controls, and the fact that Coalition leaders
met here at the height of the Iraq War should provide significant
reassurance. Crime is thus generally low. Also, regarding dress
codes, there are no strict rules in place, for Sharm is
essentially a Western resort, but it is always best to be aware
that you are in a Muslim country. During the day you will doubtless just want to laze by the
beach, but there are some excellent activities on offer. Golf
courses, a vast array of water sports, quad biking across the
desert, horse and camel riding, desert safaris and scuba diving
or snorkelling on the beautiful coral reefs are all available. A package I would highly recommend is a daytime trip the to
Raas Mohammed national park, incorporating several stops at
points of interest and snorkelling on the beautiful coral reef at
two locations. It also includes an overnight ascent of Mount
Sinai to watch the sunrise over the mountains, a breathtaking
experience well worth the three-hour walk up. If you’re not
quite up to the hike, there are camels for hire most of the way
up or down, although I would certainly recommend only up for men;
down can prove an extremely painful and potency-reducing
experience as you’re thrown forward against the hard front
of the saddle with every step. An ancient Greek monastery (still
in use) lies at the foot of the Mount and is definitely worth
visiting. With our particular tour group, this all came to just
over £50. At night, sunset quad bike excursions and ‘Bedouin
nights’ in the desert are on offer. But the latter was far
from the authentic experience, hosted in a modern purpose built
arena amongst the mountains, and along with the array of casinos,
bars and nightclubs available in the town, it demonstrates what
to me is wrong with Sharm. The vast majority of restaurants are Italian, Mexican or
burger bars and don’t serve local foods; amidst the neon
blare of McDonalds and KFC in the centre of town, lies that most
western of institutions, the gigantic guitar of a Hard Rock
Café. This sat uneasily with me throughout our time there, and was
further offset by the extravagant opulence of many of the hotels
when held against the knowledge that not many miles away lies a
third world environment. Parts of Egypt often struggle for water,
let alone power, yet here was a resort using unnecessarily
excessive quantities of both. This is where the anger comes in: it’s hard to notice the
dichotomy and remain calm. My best friend came to describe Sharm
as ‘McEgypt’, which is a pretty fair summary. If you
want to see Egypt, this is not the place to come. But if you want
a relatively cheap holiday in a sanitised Western bubble with the
occasional taste of the Middle East, then you’ll certainly
enjoy Sharm El Sheikh. A less convenient trait you will experience is that almost everything must be paid for. Having retrieved a luggage trolley from the stack, a sharp request was issued by the men guarding over them: “One English pound, my friend.” Upon leaving, at check in you will encounter a similar experience, with men standing by every desk lifting your bag a mighty forty centimetres onto the conveyor, and then demanding compensation for their Herculean effort.
Accommodation ranges from small, intimate hotels with modern designs to the larger hotel complexes belonging to international chains. If it is the latter, your first day may well be spent exploring the vast grounds. Our accommodation, the four star Sonesta Beach Resort, boasted a luxuriant green environment set against two-storey whitewashed buildings, a private beach, rooftop café, mini shopping arcade and snack bars by most poolsides – though I never did discover all seven swimming pools on offer. Buffet lunch and dinner offer a good range of food to cater for all tastes, and cost as little as £6.
The hotel staff are all very helpful, and security is excellent, with guards posted around the clock at every entrance. It is worth pointing out at this point that security generally is very good, with the Egyptian authorities working hard to protect their tourist bubble. The whole region surrounding Sharm is kept under strict border controls, and the fact that Coalition leaders met here at the height of the Iraq War should provide significant reassurance. Crime is thus generally low. Also, regarding dress codes, there are no strict rules in place, for Sharm is essentially a Western resort, but it is always best to be aware that you are in a Muslim country.
During the day you will doubtless just want to laze by the beach, but there are some excellent activities on offer. Golf courses, a vast array of water sports, quad biking across the desert, horse and camel riding, desert safaris and scuba diving or snorkelling on the beautiful coral reefs are all available.
A package I would highly recommend is a daytime trip the to Raas Mohammed national park, incorporating several stops at points of interest and snorkelling on the beautiful coral reef at two locations. It also includes an overnight ascent of Mount Sinai to watch the sunrise over the mountains, a breathtaking experience well worth the three-hour walk up. If you’re not quite up to the hike, there are camels for hire most of the way up or down, although I would certainly recommend only up for men; down can prove an extremely painful and potency-reducing experience as you’re thrown forward against the hard front of the saddle with every step. An ancient Greek monastery (still in use) lies at the foot of the Mount and is definitely worth visiting. With our particular tour group, this all came to just over £50.
At night, sunset quad bike excursions and ‘Bedouin nights’ in the desert are on offer. But the latter was far from the authentic experience, hosted in a modern purpose built arena amongst the mountains, and along with the array of casinos, bars and nightclubs available in the town, it demonstrates what to me is wrong with Sharm.
The vast majority of restaurants are Italian, Mexican or burger bars and don’t serve local foods; amidst the neon blare of McDonalds and KFC in the centre of town, lies that most western of institutions, the gigantic guitar of a Hard Rock Café.
This sat uneasily with me throughout our time there, and was further offset by the extravagant opulence of many of the hotels when held against the knowledge that not many miles away lies a third world environment. Parts of Egypt often struggle for water, let alone power, yet here was a resort using unnecessarily excessive quantities of both.
This is where the anger comes in: it’s hard to notice the dichotomy and remain calm. My best friend came to describe Sharm as ‘McEgypt’, which is a pretty fair summary. If you want to see Egypt, this is not the place to come. But if you want a relatively cheap holiday in a sanitised Western bubble with the occasional taste of the Middle East, then you’ll certainly enjoy Sharm El Sheikh.ARCHIVE: 0th week TT 2004 

Le Petit Blanc71-2 Walton StreetWhen hunting for a French dish, it is all too easy to dive on
to Little Clarendon Street and settle for Pierre Victoire or
worse, Café Rouge. However, I urge all escargots enthusiasts to
make the extra effort and trek up Walton Street to Le Petit
Blanc. Whether you are looking for a fixed price menu at £13.50,
for a two course meal or a full on gastronomic delight, this
little place is sure to satisfy all appetites. Le Petit Blanc has the reassuring name of top chef Raymond
Blanc behind the frying pan. Consequently every dish on the menu
is thoughtfully unique and a welcome relief from the usual
choices presented by these inferior restaurants. Although not
overly extensive, especially for vegetarians, the menu offers a
pleasant range of starters, mains and desserts including ceps
ravioli, escargot soup, perfect steak a la minute, and for all
those chocoholics out there, the most delectable chocolate
fondant, literally oozing with warm chocolate and melted in the
mouth. And let us not forget about the finer things in life. The
staff were particularly obliging when it came to the crucial
decision of finding the most complementing wines. The suggested
white was a dream, the red equally sublime, but the exquisitely
soft, peach coloured rose was the crowning glory. One would be
hard pushed to find anything on the menu that this gem of a wine
did not suit. The separate bar, also the designated smoking area,
provides an agreeable place in which to lounge while waiting for a
table, or indeed just sipping on a smooth G & T. Although the student wallet dictates that Le Petit Blan is not
a regular place to dine, when you are fed up with Oxford’s
run-ofthe- mill restaurants and your taste buds need a wake up
call, this might be the perfect spot. Go with a couple of good
mates and simply savour the moment before being jolted back to
reality with college gruel.Le Petit Blanc71-2 Walton StreetWhen hunting for a French dish, it is all too easy to dive on
to Little Clarendon Street and settle for Pierre Victoire or
worse, Café Rouge. However, I urge all escargots enthusiasts to
make the extra effort and trek up Walton Street to Le Petit
Blanc. Whether you are looking for a fixed price menu at £13.50,
for a two course meal or a full on gastronomic delight, this
little place is sure to satisfy all appetites. Le Petit Blanc has the reassuring name of top chef Raymond
Blanc behind the frying pan. Consequently every dish on the menu
is thoughtfully unique and a welcome relief from the usual
choices presented by these inferior restaurants. Although not
overly extensive, especially for vegetarians, the menu offers a
pleasant range of starters, mains and desserts including ceps
ravioli, escargot soup, perfect steak a la minute, and for all
those chocoholics out there, the most delectable chocolate
fondant, literally oozing with warm chocolate and melted in the
mouth. And let us not forget about the finer things in life. The
staff were particularly obliging when it came to the crucial
decision of finding the most complementing wines. The suggested
white was a dream, the red equally sublime, but the exquisitely
soft, peach coloured rose was the crowning glory. One would be
hard pushed to find anything on the menu that this gem of a wine
did not suit. The separate bar, also the designated smoking area,
provides an agreable place in which to lounge while waiting for a
table, or indeed just sipping on a smooth G & T. Although the student wallet dictates that Le Petit Blan is not
a regular place to dine, when you are fed up with Oxford’s
run-ofthe- mill restaurants and your taste buds need a wake up
call, this might be the perfect spot. Go with a couple of good
mates and simply savour the moment before being jolted back to
reality with college gruel. ARCHIVE: 0th week TT 2004