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Men still outperform women in Oxford and Cambridge exams

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A recent report by the Higher Education Policy Institute (HEPI) has found that female Oxbridge students are statistically less likely to achieve a first in almost all subjects except just two at Oxford and four at Cambridge. Oxford’s English faculty is taking steps to address the report’s findings.

This sits in stark contrast with the UK higher education sector as a whole, in which there was a significant 4.5% overall percentage gap favouring women in the 2022/2023 cycle. The national trend is a consistent trend across all four parts of the UK and applicable to upper second-class honours too.

In the 2021/2022 cycle, all four schools of Oxford finalists – Humanities, Mathematical, Physical and Life Sciences, Medical Sciences and Social Sciences – had a first-class gap favouring men.

At Oxford, the subject with the largest percentage gap points favouring men was Classics at 29 percentage points. One Classics student told Cherwell that they believe private school teaching has a large influence on this as private schools for boys are more likely to teach and encourage students to pursue Classics than all-girls schools.

The English faculty at Oxford discussed the report at a meeting, specifically on how it is addressing the issues through Athena Swan, an assessment system operating across the UK Universities which seeks to enable equality in gender with due attention to intersectionality. 

Professor Diane Purkiss, an English Tutor and spokesperson for Athena Swan, told Cherwell: “It’s worth noting that in all of the past three years, women have achieved a higher percentage of the top firsts given, the top 50. I am therefore pushing back at what I thought was the rather unhelpful stereotyping language in the report.

“The last thing I would like to see is a lot of demotivating reportage about how women students are a failure. We are not perfect, but we are working towards improvement all the time.”

The report identifies that one of the largest percentage gaps favouring men at Oxford is in English (13.8) despite the large population of women on the course. 

PPE also has a reputation for being heavily male dominated, with a first-class gender gap of 19 percentage points in favour of men. A 2020 Cherwell article found that “fewer women than men named Greg are speaking at Oxford PPE Society events this term”.

A first-year PPEist at Pembroke College, Oxford, said: “It’s already the end of week six and I’ve only had one female lecturer. All of my lecturers are male, and so are all my tutors.” 

But the lack of female representation within faculties is not unique to PPE. The percentage of women making up the overall body of academic staff in 2023 for both Oxford and Cambridge was more than 10% below the national average of 48%. 

Theology at Cambridge was the degree with the most significant percentage point gap in favour of men in the last academic year at 43%. Specifically, 83.3% of male students received first-class honours compared to just 40.0% of women.

William Hague elected Oxford Chancellor

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The Convocation voted Lord William Hague as Oxford University’s next Chancellor after two rounds of voting, concluding their multi-month campaigns.

Hague received 12,609 votes in the final round, second-place was Lady Elish Angiolini at 11,006.

Hague was the Leader of the Conservative Party and Leader of the Opposition from 1997 to 2001. He also held the position of Foreign Secretary from 2010 to 2014 during the coalition government.

In his interview with Cherwell, Hague said he is prepared for a “decade of change”. He discussed coming to Oxford from a comprehensive school and having his life “transformed”. He also hopes to help grow the University’s endowment through his links to the US so that it doesn’t rely too much on international students’ funding. 

Hague was elected from a pool of 38 candidates, which were narrowed down to five – Lady Elish Angiolini, Rt Hon Dominic Grieve, Lord William Hague, Lord Peter Mandelson and Baroness Jan Royall. This came after 23,000 members of the Convocation, which comprises alumni and staff, cast votes in the first round.

With a history of 800 years, the Chancellor is the ceremonial head whose role today includes fundraising work and representing the University internationally. Predecessor Lord Patten served from 2003 to this year, but the new Chancellor will hold the post for no more than ten years following an amendment to the University statutes.

Campaigns have seized national media attention these past few months. Mandelson recently drew criticism from rivals for using University mailing lists to distribute campaign materials, which he said is publicly available and registered with the Information Commissioner’s Office. 

Candidates have also put money into their campaigns, with Royall spending £10,000 on consultants, Grieve spending £120 on a website, and Lady Angiolini spending £100 on a social media post plus some food, according to Financial Times. Hague and Mandelson did not provide figures.

The Chancellor-elect, Lord Hague said: “Thank you to my fellow Oxonians for placing such confidence in me. I regard being elected as the Chancellor of our university as the greatest honour of my life. I pay tribute to the other candidates, in particular for their commitment to the future of Oxford. What happens at Oxford in the next decade is critical to the success of the UK. I look forward to working closely with the Vice-Chancellor and her team, along with students and alumni, to build on their excellent work. My heart and soul are in Oxford and I will dedicate myself in the coming years to serving the university I love.”

Vice-Chancellor of the University of Oxford, Professor Irene Tracey said: “I am delighted to welcome Lord Hague back to Oxford as its 160th Chancellor. On behalf of the entire University community, I heartily congratulate him on being elected. I would like to extend my gratitude to the four unsuccessful candidates for their dedication and willingness to serve. William is a great friend to Oxford and is someone who I know will serve and represent this magnificent institution with dignity and vigour. I am personally looking forward to working with him during the remainder of my tenure, and to also engaging with his wife, Ffion, another loyal alum to the University of Oxford. Congratulations once again.”

Skills, Thrills, and the X20

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Never have I ever woken up more wired than to that 8am alarm on a Saturday morning. In kit just a few minutes later, I’m facing the prospect of the mighty Thame 2s (away). Headphones on, grab the bike and I’m down at Iffley picking up my goalkeeping kit. On the way, the illuminating red-light of the Tesco sign speaks to me, beckoning me in for a breakfast meal deal. With a main-sized portion of mango and a tiny almond croissant in my bag, I hit the road once more to lug the mountain of protective foam over to the high street.

Typically, we either take rental cars or cars owned by teammates to away fixtures (the furthest ones are up to an hour from Oxford), but the X20 bus awaits us for a more local fixture than usual. With one car sent ahead with our hockey balls, and protective masks, the rest of the squad neatly file in, and up the stairs to spread ourselves out of the series of seats at the back. Thankfully, with no one upstairs with us, we can get the speaker out and get into the mood for it.

A win would see us go 4th (out of 12) from 9th, and today’s opposition were promoted into our league from the one below last year. Finally getting to the venue, we somehow have made it earlier than our oppo, so we assert some serious authority and start warming up in their absence. Gates are opened and closed with military efficiency, and enough chickens have been shooed to restart the KFC on Cornmarket Street, so they don’t resort to rats anymore.

They finally turn up, and it’s the usual mix of 14 and 40 year olds that you find in this league. Older blokes who are out of their prime now, and can’t hack the pace at the top level, and younger players that make you question whether you really enjoy playing this sport as they continually rinse you over and over again. The game comes and goes, and is all in all pretty even. Both teams have some very good chances, but great last-minute defending from Oxford means both teams walk out with a point each at 0-0 (we’re gonna ruin them in the home leg, trust). Filing into the showers after the game, the chatter continues as we debrief post-game, and get changed into the customary ‘ones,’ shirt and tie, with smart trousers and shoes. Apparently, other teams’ clubhouses used to have dress codes, and so being as smart as possible guarantees we won’t get turned away anywhere (and I suppose it just stuck).

Some of said chatter includes newly-created fantasy hockey chat. With one of our teammates having spent some time coding over the summer, he’s managed to replicate fantasy football (commonly known as FPL), and so debate ensues about how many points each player will have accrued over the course of the day. Stupidly, I transfer myself out the night before the game, and immediately get our first clean sheet of the season, which would have provided some seriously nice points. Oh well. Teas provided by the oppo round off the day while we nominate ‘Man of the Match’ and ‘Dick of the Day,’ the former going to Stan Doel for some excellent work at the back, and Ben Cole runs away with the latter for [REDACTED].

We trudge back onto the X20 home, and return mildly disappointed in our inability to come away with the win, but spirits still high with Vinnie’s on the cards for the night. Traditionally a members-only club, the Vincent’s Club (or Vinnie’s/Vin’s) is a club wide hangout spot for hockey on Saturday nights, where players from various teams unwind and catch up on the days events over a few Pinkies and some games that have been passed down since well before you or I were born. Mid-Vin’s trip, I stop to log the game’s result on the online database, just to realise I forgot to upload the team sheet the night before the game (oops) and so sneakily log it before the league notices (oops again) and we potentially get fined (sorry FJ) – at the time of writing I don’t think we did so I may be in the clear…

Between getting home and going to Vin’s, I contemplate doing some work for the essay due on Monday at noon, and haven’t started. Having decided that sporting mediocrity will always triumph over academic success, I quickly bin that off and pore over the events of the game, and what to work on in training in the upcoming week, provided a decent number from the squad turn up for once. Invariably, they won’t, but what can I do if not try.

After stumbling all the way back home to Summertown, it’s finally time to get some rest after a busy day, and I slowly cry myself to sleep as a result of leaving two points on the table (just love the game so much). At approximately 3am, I give up on sleeping and start scheming for the next week’s game away at Marlow, cooking up tactics that Pep Guardiola would call crazy but Sean Dyche may describe as ‘sound’. I’m telling all the boys that injured players can’t defend and certainly can’t score.

If you want to see some of the finest hockey known to grace the Fletcher Field astro at Iffley, come down on Sunday at 2pm to see us take on Marlow 5s, and get the full experience.

Shashi Tharoor, UN diplomat, novelist, politician, and historian, speaks to Cherwell about his work and career

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Dr Shashi Tharoor is an Indian politician, writer, and former diplomat. He has written twenty-six books spanning history, politics, biography, religion, literary criticism, fiction, and more. He was a UN diplomat for twenty-nine years from 1978 and ran as Secretary-General in 2006. As a Congress Party MP in India since 2009, he has been very critical of the exclusionary-populist BJP regime. In 2015 he made a viral speech at the Oxford Union, arguing that Britain owed reparations to former colonies. His subsequent book, Inglorious Empire: What the British Did to India, earned widespread praise and became a Sunday Times Top 10 bestseller. 

Cherwell: You were born in London in 1956, and do you think there’s anything in your early life which foreshadowed your later career. 

Tharoor: The globalism I suppose goes back to the fact that at a very young age I had to travel from the UK to India on a ship with my parents, and relocate into a different environment to what I’d known the first two years of my life. That would be the thing that set the tone for my future life of frequent travel, jetting around the world, working for the United Nations and subsequently in public life. Over a hundred flights a year is the state of my life these days. That’s one thing from my infancy that foreshadowed what I’ve been living with since. 

Cherwell: You were a diplomat at the UN between 1978 and 2007. What are your proudest moments from your diplomatic career? 

Tharoor: I was privileged to have some extremely exciting things to do during my career. The first stint was eleven years with the UN High Commissioner for Refugees, during which I ran the programme for Vietnamese boat people rescued at sea and brought into the port at Singapore. While that was successful, I also found myself dealing with thorny and unexpected refugee problems in Singapore, which I was not there to resolve but which I had to by virtue of my mandate as the UN’s representative there. The first Polish refugees, after the crackdown on Solidarity in 1981, were seamen who jumped ship in Singapore and came to me, and the first Achinese refugees to make it into Singapore. I’m proud to have resolved both of those, as well as one particular crisis when a Polish seaman swam to a US destroyer and the Singaporean government was desperate that I solve the problem without any publicity. Forty years later I probably can talk about it publicly, but I was able to solve all of it with no diplomatic mess, public scandal, or media exposure. It was an educating and maturing experience. 

Then I worked at UN peacekeeping at the end of the Cold War, when I joined the department of five civilian professionals and four military people, which then grew to a department of eight hundred. I left seven years later and was present at the creation of this huge UN peacekeeping enterprise. I was the one person both handling peacekeeping – I was in charge of the operations in the former Yugoslavia – and interpreting it for the world, speaking at Sandhurst, the Royal College of Defence Studies, the American Naval College, and writing for academic publications on peacekeeping when there was no peace to keep. That kept me in the frontlines of the UN’s work at headquarters and went to the making of my career as a prominent UN official.  

Another highlight was working in Kofi Annan’s office. He was an outstanding secretary-general, one of the greatest, and being by his side as one of his right fingers – I won’t say right hand because there were so many of us – I managed to learn a lot, help him a lot, and help run his office at a very challenging and inspiring time. Finally, I headed my own department, dealt with various management challenges, and ran to succeed him, but lost a fairly tight race to Ban Ki-moon.  

I look back without the slightest regret to a very memorable time in the UN, never a dull moment. 

Cherwell: After the UN, you entered the Indian Parliament in 2009. What are your proudest achievements as an MP? 

Tharoor: My fundamental successes have been to do with development initiatives in my constituency, Thiruvananthapuram. That’s ultimately what an MP is elected to do. My frustrations have been with having been relegated to Opposition for the last ten years, with a government not entirely appreciative of the role of an Opposition in a democracy, which hasn’t recognised the useful contributions we can make.  

Cherwell: You’ve been critical of the populist BJP regime in India, especially in your book The Paradoxical Prime Minister. Could you outline your main criticisms of it?    

Tharoor: The government’s problem is its fundamental bigotry, which vitiates many of the good things it does in advancing technology and infrastructure in India and so on, all of which I’m prepared to acknowledge, as well as acknowledging the energy the prime minister has put into his personal diplomacy around the world, to uphold India and Indian foreign policy. What I truly deplore is that it’s accompanied by the pettiest and basest kinds of Islamophobia and minority-bashing, which has done a great deal of damage to social harmony in a gloriously pluralist land. It’s unworthy of any government that seeks to represent the vast, diverse democracy that India is. 

Cherwell: Do you foresee an end to the BJP hegemony? 

Tharoor: Well, we thought we were coming close in this year’s election. We didn’t quite make it. We’ll have to wait for the next opportunity five years down the road. That’s five more years of this kind of divisive politics which I am here to resist on behalf of the Opposition. 

Cherwell: On your literary career, what’s your favourite of the many books you’ve written, and why? 

Tharoor: First of all, you can’t ask an author that, because it’s like asking a parent to name a favourite child. You put everything of yourself into the book you’re writing when you’re writing it. Like with a child, you can’t go on saying, “I wish he had a bigger nose” or “I wish he had different colour eyes”, and you can’t do that with a book either. It was true to what you felt at the time you wrote it. I stand by all of my books. There’s none I’m really embarrassed I wrote, they all reflected what I thought, felt, and cared about at the time I wrote them. 

Cherwell: Your first work of fiction was The Great Indian Novel in 1989. What drove you to write that one, and how do you situate yourself in the tradition of postcolonial literature? 

Tharoor: Amusingly enough, I had reviewed Salman Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children in 1981 and called it “the Great Indian Novel”, and that title inspired me when I was writing my own. I was reading a very lively translation – or, as a translator would call it, transcreation –of the Mahabharata, the ancient Indian epic, by Professor P. Lal, and I was struck by the immediacy of the stories and the universality of the concerns. Here we have an epic that was told throughout India for 800 years, roughly 400BC to 400AD, and became so much the repository of all the wisdom of the times that it was even referred to as the Great Indian Library. And then I wondered, Why did we stop retelling it?  

So, the conceit that occurred to me was, What if we retold it in the twentieth century? The great events of the twentieth century were very clearly the freedom struggle against the British and the early years of independence, so that would be the obvious theme for the tale-tellers of that time. From there I got the idea of replacing the fabled narrator of the epic with a cantankerous old politician in his anecdotage, recounting the story of the independence movement in which he was both a participant and an observer.  

I tried to transmute the epic as well as the great events of the freedom struggle into one seamless story, to cast the light of an ancient legend on the contemporary legends of the twentieth century, and at the same time the light of a modern sensibility on an ancient legend that most Indians are very familiar with. I thought the best way to do that was in the satirical vein, not least because there had been no tradition of modern satirical writing in India in English, and I thought about initiating one.  

I was very proud of the book. Somewhat to my surprise, it was hailed by critics as the first Indian postmodern novel. At that time I didn’t even know what postmodernism was! It also won the Commonwealth Writers’ Prize for the Asian region and had its heyday. But it’s even more gratifying when today, thirty-five years later, I have young people who weren’t even born when the book came out, coming up to me clutching copies for my signature. That’s been my vindication of why it was worthwhile to write. 

Cherwell: Which author has been your biggest literary influence? PG Wodehouse? 

Tharoor: I love Wodehouse to read for pleasure – I’ve read every word he ever wrote, and I’ve written a couple of essays about him and his work – but whether he’s been an influence, beyond a very limited extent, it’s difficult to say. In my collection The Five Dollar Smile there’s a story I wrote deliberately in the style of Wodehouse, but set in Calcutta instead of in London. I suppose in The Great Indian Novel there is one scene vaguely echoing the kind of humour that Wodehouse would have enjoyed, but it’s a little more ribald than anything he wrote. But otherwise, I couldn’t call him an influence, because I’ve done only four works of fiction and the remaining twenty-two books in my oeuvre are non-fiction.  

Many of the writers who gave me the greatest pleasure gave me pleasure precisely because I could never imagine myself writing anything similar. My wife and I discovered Gabriel García Márquez and just loved his writing, the translations were extremely readable, and we’d read everything he’d written before he then won the Nobel Prize. 

My writing is nothing like any of those. I’d like to think my writing is distinctively me. But whether it is or isn’t, reading gives you a sense of what is good writing, and of the various possibilities of good writing. It is not necessarily for you to imitate in a directly instructional way.

Cherwell: Your most famous book is Inglorious Empire: What the British Did to India, which was a result of your Oxford Union speech. In the decade since you spoke, the debate about Britain’s colonial past has intensified. On the one hand there has been more honest and multicultural history, and surveys increasingly find that pride in imperial history is declining. On the other hand, there is a fierce backlash from the Right, with Conservative MP Robert Jenrick saying last month, for instance, that former colonies “owe us a debt of gratitude.” What do you make of this intensifying debate in Britain? 

Tharoor: I am gratified that I seem to have opened a door. When the book came out there really was nothing on that side of the ledger in contemporary publishing. There’d been several books arguing the case for the British Empire, by Lawrence James, Niall Ferguson, Andrew Roberts, and others. When mine came out against the Empire it was taken with a sharp intake of breath and some, I hope, shock of recognition, but there was also an awful amount of very welcome writing about it. For example, Lord Ridley devoted his entire column in The Times to the book, and said that he was amazed that Indians were even willing to speak to the English after what had happened. I met him later and expressed my surprise that a Tory peer, that too one of Norman descent, would actually say that. He replied: “I’m a true Conservative and I believe that we should have traded with you, not conquered you,” which in a sense is an appropriate traditional Conservative response.  

But having said all that, the truth is that I was unprepared for the flood of material and books that came out about this whole business about colonialism. Some backlash is inevitable. I gather there is a project in Oxford, headed by a theologian called Biggar, trying to make the moral case for colonialism, which to my mind is impossible to make. But more power to him, let him have a try. At least people are now acknowledging that there is a great deal to reckon with. My book acknowledges that many good things may have happened but they happened in the service of a fundamentally immoral and iniquitous system, the colonial system. 

Three Thousand reasons to slurp

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Everyone is talking about Three Thousand, the newest restaurant in Oxford serving Lanzhou style ramen and hotpot. Across from the Union on St. Michael’s Street, Three Thousand sits on the site of the old Nosebag restaurant and is always incredibly busy. It sells different forms of ramen and noodles, with hot pot customers relegated to the upstairs seating. I decided to stop by with Grace, my editor from last term, to see what the hype was about. 

We came into a packed house but got a table after just two minutes, the waitress frantically wiping down the table and handing us menus. We went up to the counter to order, right next to a display with the various ingredients that could be added straight into our ramen bowls. Beef was a common theme – I got the Lanzhou beef slice ramen, but other options included beef brisket, beef short ribs, Chongqing thin pork noodles, and the vegetarian chickpea noodles; Grace grabbed the beef brisket. I also ordered an additional tea egg for my ramen. After the cashier unceremoniously handed me the egg with my change, we went to grab water and wait for our dinner. Interestingly enough, we had a beeper to announce when our food was ready, which went off in a cacophony (less than a minute after we ordered!) alongside the table next to us. 

The marvellously quick service and loud beepers behind us meant we had to quickly carry our ramens and seasonings to our table and eat. I began with the tea egg, which was fully hard-boiled and almost grey in the middle. The soy seasoning penetrated the outside, which added a slightly salty flavour, but I hated the texture of the yolk and ended up eating only the white. The ramen was delicious: a bit spicy on the toppings, but if mixed properly, a perfect blend of salty and spice combined with umami from the broth. My beef ramen had sliced beef, which wasn’t the most seasoned but shone with chilli oil. Grace loved the tender beef brisket, and we both could barely finish our bowls, which were bigger than our heads and filled to the brim with noodles, meat, and spring onion. For only £11.50, it’s a great deal and incredibly filling!


We sat and chatted for a while as the tables turned over around us: people kept coming in, the beepers kept beeping, and they left, full, after about half an hour. I thought the place was great, especially as a very quick sit down option, but am still unsure about the hotpot – most people ordered ramen, not even the dry noodles. We shall wait to see if the hotpot is just as worth it as the ramen.

When you want to play sports but you’re lowkey just a chill guy

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I used to hate sports. My memories of doing sport when I was younger consisted of running out of breath, taking footballs to the groin, and classmates throwing one another across the pitch. It coloured in my mind a very dim view of what sport was like, where it seemed that all one gained from it was pain. And yet, here I am, going out in single-degree weather to our college tennis courts to practice my serve. I go with friends late at night to play badminton for hours straight. This youthful version of me, dear reader, would not contemplate such effort. 

Much has changed, and here I will reflect on that, collating my own experience with others who have also started up a new sporting life at university. One change that’s significant yet quite clear is the improvement to physical health. Much of Oxford life is sedentary: sitting in a tutorial, sitting before your desk, sitting in hall – it’s easy, at least for me, to prefer the comfort of sitting down in a warm library over going out into the cold to run about in a field or on a ground. Starting up a new sport keeps such laziness at check, and gets me out of endless hours of being in libraries or in my room working!  

I came to cherish weekly badminton sessions with my college badminton club (up St. John’s!) and saw it as an opportunity to move around and compete where I would otherwise not be doing anything of the sort in my Oxford life. I asked one of my friends who, this term, has just picked badminton up (and has improved very quickly through this term, may I add!) and the improvement to his physical health is the first thing he mentioned. Since starting badminton he has not gotten sick this term, something which is quite a feat for Michaelmas. I am not a doctor, but certainly, the benefits from moving to an entirely sedentary life to one which at least once a week involves some intense badminton has certainly helped manage my asthma and other ailments which I have to deal with throughout the terms.  

Another way sport has changed my life is in forming and providing community. Another friend, Neo, who was our captain last year, also took up badminton at university. He emphasised the role of community in taking up a new sport, conducting socials, making friends, and finding a set of intercollegiate rivals and competitors all in the same boat. I still remember our socials from first year, playing frisbee in the gardens at night and then jumping the fence to escape said possibly locked gardens. It’s these experiences and these people that one will cherish when you leave Oxford. I’ve met such great people at both tennis and badminton, and the friendships that I’ve already made are further strengthened in the heat of rivalry and competition. 

I can still remember when our own good Deputy Editor, Raghav, threw his racket after I had subtly pipped the shuttle over the net. I had already assumed the point won and, yet, as if Alex Bublik’s spirit had entered him, the racket hit its mark perfectly and the shuttle shot over the net causing my pair to lose the point. It’s these rivalries, these points, these matches that last. They bring you together and help you not just to get better at the sport, but also helps you become better friends as you stare each other down from the other side of the court. They strengthen friendships, help you make new ones from all across the university. 

“Do tennis players know if they hit the ball a little gentler, their friend could hit it back and they could play a little longer…”, said a wise woman on X, formerly Twitter. She was right: these days, I feel that there are rallies which you wish would never end. And I am still very new to this! One moves from never thinking they could even hit a ball to never wanting a rally to end. From never breaking a sweat to sweating in the dead of winter from running on the court or on the pitch. There is a newfound confidence found here, found in health and found in others.  

From being in a state of despair and conceit when confronted with physical competition to engaging with it and finding something rewarding, healing and meaningful – this is what I think it means to become sporty. To find these benefits and just get hooked onto it, to try to get better, learn from your mistakes and deepen your relationship and self-image. What has changed is that due to sport, the relationship with oneself improves also – self-image improves, is tested by competition and learns to deal with failure. One learns to move towards self-improvement and betterment.  

I love sports.   

Growth, but at what cost?

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The women’s game has been ever-growing, in the UK and elsewhere, especially since the Lionesses’ win in the 2022 Euros. From sold-out stadiums and wider broadcasting to grassroots campaigns, the growth of the game has been magnificent. But with an increase in popularity and awareness, underlying issues have surfaced, and they need to be addressed. 

At the club level, there are astonishing disparities.The clubs at the top soar high; we can see the increasing attendances in the Super League when we see a sold-out Emirates for Arsenal, and when Chelsea play world champions Barcelona at home. But the heights of these clubs obscure the lows of others. Take the case of Reading Women FC. 

Reading, in the 2022/23 season, played in the Women’s Championship, just below the Women’s Super League. Notable players who have played for Reading include Fara Williams, Fran Kirby, and Golden Glove winner Mary Earps. However, in the summer of 2023, the club released a statement revealing they had withdrawn from the Championship for the 2024/25 season, subsequently dropping the women’s first team to Tier 5. The club revealed that this decision was taken due to a basic lack of funds. This is the harsh reality for many women’s clubs, and it’s the players who suffer for it. Not only has financial disparity had an effect on clubs in the lower tiers, but even those within the WSL.

Look at Manchester United. With the likes of Ella Toone and her lovely chipped goal in the Euros final, and with the team advancing to the UWCL group stages in the 2022/23 season, the women’s team looked to be in a healthy spot. But in the summer of 2023, it was announced that the women’s team was to be moved into portable buildings whilst the men’s team moved into the women’s facilities as theirs were being ‘revamped’. It was a simple but clear signal; women’s football ‘isn’t football’. They were less important than the men, and so had to make do; a story far too familiar for women in general.

On the international stage, it has become increasingly obvious that women’s teams are not afforded the same facilities and finances as the men’s. During the women’s World Cup 2023, the South Africa women’s team launched a fundraising campaign to cover the cost of their preparations, claiming that the federation had withheld bonus payments due to them. This, for a team that would ultimately finish in the Round of 16. If such institutional differences plague even the top teams, what can the others expect for the sport they love?

Even the health of players hasn’t been left untouched. With growth comes the desire of clubs to chase ever-larger profits, causing clubs to push their players harder and for longer. The increased number of matches have resulted in widespread injury concerns. In particular, ACL tears are a growing concern; women seem to be especially susceptible to them, which may be compounded by poor boot design. There weren’t even boots designed for female feet until the Phantom Luna!

Nevertheless, no one could have expected the exponential increase in ACL injuries. In total, 37 players would miss the 2023 World Cup as a result of them, including players like England captain Leah Williamson, Euros Golden Boot winner Beth Mead, and all-time leading goal scorer for the Netherlands, Vivianne Miedema.The rise in injuries is blamed on the increase in matches players play, but there’s simply very little research on why female players are more prone to ACL injuries. Is it boots only? Is it hormones? There seems to be muted interest in finding out. The growth of the women’s game threatens to cannibalise itself; it cannot afford to keep injuring its best players if it wants to keep going further.

The growth of the women’s game should have happened long ago, and we happily welcome it. But changes are needed to ensure the sustainability of the game. When players themselves speak out against their federations, when players speak out against the pressure, when players worry that they may not have a career anymore, it is clear that the game is in need of reform. More must be done to ensure both the physical and mental wellbeing of players are as good as they can be, and that football is made to work for the players and the fans. 

Bridging the gap to a better clubbing scene

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Monday: reggae and dancehall. Tuesday: house and techno. Wednesday: garage, grime, and jungle. Thursday: UK hip hop. Friday: disco, funk, and soul.

Although Oxford students nowadays would not even know what to do with such variety, this exciting nightlife was the reality just ten years ago. Talking with Simon Devenport, the founder of Deep Cover, a local events collective and record label, I gained an insight into what the going-out scene used to be like in Oxford and the challenges it is currently facing.

The club playing the eclectic mix of music I just mentioned was The Cellar, a family-run music venue off Cornmarket Street open for nearly 40 years. It closed its doors in 2019 after disagreements over rent with the landlords, St Michael’s and All Saints’ Charities.

The dispute began in 2017 when it was decided that the space would be used as storage for the upstairs retailers. But these plans fell through when 13,600 people signed a petition against the developments. However, the landlords then reduced the capacity of the venue to 60 people after the fire escape was found to be 30cm too narrow, and despite raising £92,000 to fix the issue, the owners ultimately decided to close down the venue.

The closure of The Cellar was a huge blow to the nightlife, says Simon. He saw the venue as the “lynchpin” for the underground music scene. Students today have the limited choice of Bridge and Plush in central Oxford, with only the Bullingdon and O2 in Cowley offering slightly alternative gigs. As such, the clubgoers of Oxford are not left with many options.

There are two issues with this. Firstly, there is a lack of diversity in the music being played throughout the city – there are only so many Macklemore’s ‘Can’t Hold Us’ a girl can listen to! The current sounds of Oxford are not representative of its whole student body. An important factor Simon highlighted was that the different nights I began this piece with were run by different promoters who specialised in specific genres. In most of the clubs in Oxford today, the same promoters are responsible for all the nights, which makes it hard for an authentic sound to be heard through the speakers.

Secondly, the monopolised club scene in Oxford dampens the creativity and expression of young artists. With expensive booking hires and minimum spends, renting a club and running a night is virtually impossible as a student. There are very few spaces for aspiring event managers, DJs, technicians, and so on to hone their craft.

The closing of The Cellar also highlights the bigger issue of the Oxford community not being respected by companies and institutions. The Music Venue Trust accused the landlords of The Cellar of being in pursuit of “maximum profit”. Their desire for money meant that an important cultural space for the community was lost.

Another example of this commercial neglect is Plush’s decision to start a Wednesday sports night in the aftermath of losing yet another club, ATIK, a few months ago. Many a student article has been written on the lack of LGBTQIA+-ness in Plush in recent years, and their choice to start a regular non-queer night adds to this frustration.

The Oxford Union is the landlord of the space and was only recently involved in the controversy of hosting the transphobic speaker Kathleen Stock. It is disappointing that Plush, which is meant to be a safe space for the queer community, is tied to such a harmful event.

But what can be done?

Firstly, the companies and institutions I have drawn attention to need to recognise the importance of diverse cultural spaces. In Oxford, a variety of new sounds should be valued, and safe spaces for the queer community must be prioritised. Simon pointed out that not only have over ten clubs closed down since he was a student here ten years ago, but many of these spaces remain unoccupied.

He suggested that the council could facilitate their use as temporary spaces for gigs and other cultural events. Take Common Ground as a successful example. The space used to be a disused old Barclays Bank, but now it is a social enterprise and community hub. These spaces have so much potential to serve the community.

We, as students, also have a responsibility. Where and how we spend our night out is us casting a vote. We must make the effort to go to alternative spaces that respect and uplift the community. Tap Social, for example, is a social enterprise on Botley Road which “believe[s] in creating community spaces” and “ensure[s] that the alternative scenes in the city are not forgotten”, according to their events manager, Char Chaplin. The venue trains and employs people in prison and prison leavers to work, and Char says they also “work with local promoters and artists to … help keep the events scene in Oxford alive”.

Crucial to uplifting the music scene is that we get over the bizarre mental hurdle of venues being too far from central Oxford to make an effort. In any other city, Tap Social and similar venues would be considered down the road! It is important that during our short time here, we choose venues we believe in when we go get drunk and have a boogie.



Christmas mourning

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I don’t know what it means to grieve. I have seen others grieving, I have witnessed those who were there start taking their five steps, but I remain firmly rooted to the deathbed. I can’t leave its side and I haven’t tried to. I exist in a space where she is alive but unseen, living a few hours away on a train that conveniently never has tickets. I helped her die – eased the way by brushing her hair, washing her legs, giving her hope. I sat with her day after day, telling her she would live, even as she exasperatedly said she wouldn’t. She still refused to go quietly – she knew it wasn’t her time, and she didn’t let the fact she was going to die change that. It was easier to let her believe she could fight than to explain we thought the hospital had killed her, that they had given her the wrong drugs, or the right drugs too quickly; sent her into a seizure-fuelled psychosis. We will never know exactly what did it; the evidence now dust, ashes to be sprinkled in Scarborough bay and to take their secrets with them.

She said I was a ghost once, that I was the devil, that I was her son, her daughter. Her surroundings weren’t stable in her mind – her hospital bed became a war zone, a cricket pitch, her childhood home. The only constant was that I loved her, and that she was ill. Eventually, it was that she wouldn’t get better. In her lucid moments I would moisturise her legs, style her hair, let her see her face again. She thought she’d lost it – that her face was just a canvas of stretched skin with a scar for a mouth. Still, she sang ABBA with me quietly, but every song sounded sad to her near the end. The prospect of death stained everything. ‘As Tears Go By’ would echo in her mind; I remember how her face would drop as the joy of memory was infected by a panic-ridden morbidity, as she understood why it had come to her at all.

She panicked when I walked into the room. That was the cruellest thing. My presence became a silent emblem of the most likely outcome; I would not have hurried and stayed during those weeks if we didn’t think they were her last. She was glad to see me, but cried helplessly as she realised why I had come. Anxiety seeps into me as I imagine the seizing panic that must have laid with her in that bed. She stayed for her 57th wedding anniversary and then left us.

Our first Christmas without her arrived quickly. My grandfather got too many gifts from her best friend, and he told my aunt that they were keeping each other company. She shares her middle name with the woman whose bed she now sleeps in. He promised there had been no overlap. Still, we have not had a straight answer about when it started. She heard the news of this affair on Christmas morning, and was made to keep it from us, so we could hear it from him. I never did hear it from him. During the Hilary term of my second year, my father took me to lunch at Gusto Italian on the High Street, and ordered me a pint before he told me. I spent the next three days high in an effort not to kill myself. My grandpa has still never told me, and erases her from anecdotes in which I know she was a participant. Her absence from these stories makes her louder, more intrusive.

This will be my second Christmas without presents wrapped in wallpaper, and gift tags with clues on them rather than names. There will be no illustrations of the cat decorating my card, because they are both dead. I have her wrapping paper still, folded neatly between some books on my shelf; I see them between Plath and Didion. I have her illustrations tattooed on my skin – I will see them dance as I move my arms to wrap my own gifts this year.

And I write this as a gift for her, my final Christmas in Oxford is one I should always have gotten her a present for. I still have ideas for things I mean to give her, and something doesn’t quite make sense when I tell myself they will never be received. I am still knitting the scarf I knitted by her deathbed, unaware of whether it really needs to be longer or if I cannot bear to finish it. Here, each word is stitch, a rushed offering full of dropped purls and sweeping ladders made so she’ll have something to open on Christmas morning. I hope she will wear it, as I wear her poems and her mother’s jewellery. The winter sun will have to stand in for the silver crown that glinted when she smiled.

5% of Oxford students on creative arts degrees are from working class backgrounds

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Over half of those studying creative arts degrees at Oxford University are from “upper-middle class backgrounds” and 32% are privately educated, while only 5% of students studying these degrees are from “working class backgrounds”. The report, published by the social mobility charity Sutton Trust, highlighted “elitism” in Oxford’s creative arts.

A recent investigation by Cherwell found that over the last four years the representation of state-school students at the University has been on the decline. Meanwhile, the proportion of private-school offers has exceeded the proportion of private-school applicants, with increasing disparity. The University’s admission of private-school students in the creative arts is reflective of the composition of the student body as a whole.

The Sutton Trust report also illustrates the overrepresentation of those holding an Oxbridge degree in the arts, citing how Oxbridge alumni constitute 12% of classical musicians and 9% of actors in the UK.

Sutton Trust CEO Nick Harrison explained that UK creative industries “bear the hallmarks of being elitist” because individuals from middle class backgrounds outnumber those from working class backgrounds four-to-one, and the privately educated are similarly over-represented.

Consequently, Harrison noted the “tragedy” that the inaccessibility of creative arts degrees at Oxford as well as other higher education institutions poses for disadvantaged individuals with aspirations of a career in the arts. The report finally makes recommendations to higher education institutions to promote inclusivity, including the effective use of contextual offers which recognise the potential of students from disadvantaged backgrounds, as well as the provision of grants to allow students to meet equipment costs exceeding the value offered by maintenance loans.

The University told Cherwell that they “remain committed to widening access at Oxford across all subjects to ensure that those with the highest academic potential, from all backgrounds, can realise their aspirations to study here”. The spokesperson drew attention to the University’s Crankstart scheme which currently offers financial support and funded internships to 17% of UK undergraduate students from lower-income households, as well as the UNIQ programme which prioritises places for high-performing students from underrepresented backgrounds.

The Sutton Trust further highlighted broader social implications: “Art plays a vital role in shaping the society we live in.” By inhibiting working class representation in the creative industries, upper and middle class perspectives are exclusively represented in media, according to the report.