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“It was the kind of stuff that I thought had been banned in the 1960s for having no taste”

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St Peter’s master Mark Damazer has launched a stinging criticism of Teddy Hall rugby supporters’ choice of beer, amid reports of minor crowd disturbances during last week’s Cuppers final.

Following last Saturday’s defeat to Teddy Hall, Mr. Damazer – the former controller of BBC Radio 4 and BBC Radio 7 – took to his blog to praise the St Peter’s fans for their vociferous support of the side.

He wrote: “We had a larger number of supporters, who made a great deal more noise, played more musical instruments – sometimes even in tune – and sang with a great deal more brio, even if not all of it was entirely without some vigorous Anglo-Saxonisms.

“But more to the point: we scored three tries to two and we were the better team for most of the match.”

After Teddy Hall had started much the stronger of the sides, Peter’s hit back well to take a 17-7 lead midway through the second half, much to the annoyance of the Hall’s fans.

“Their fans were (a tad) surprised and upset,” Damazer wrote. “Teddy Hall is not supposed to lose at rugby.

“Some beer was tossed in our direction, with not much affection, and sadly not the Leffe Belgian stuff I like. It was a bit of a pain.”

Speaking to Cherwell, Damazer said: “The beer was the kind of stuff that I thought had been banned in the 1960s for having no taste.

“I assume austerity [is] to blame for such low-brow liquid.

“I think their fans were in a state of profound shock that they were not winning and, at the time, were being significantly outplayed.”

Teddy Hall went on to win the trophy for the 33rd time, as Tom Dyer’s extra-time drop goal sealed a thrilling comeback.

Cuppers Finals Day: Pembroke and Hall lift trophies

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Teddy Hall and Pembroke took Cuppers glory on a dramatic Saturday afternoon at Iffley.

Finals Day started with a hard-fought encounter between Exeter and Pembroke in the men’s Bowl final, which saw the Turl Street outfit edged out 30-18, before a combined Somerville/Corpus Christi side thrashed Univ 61-15 in the men’s Plate final.

Next, in what was the first ever 15-a-side women’s rugby Cuppers final, a talented Pembroke side featuring reinforcements from New, Mansfield and Teddy Hall proved too strong for a coalition of Brasenose, Wadham, LMH, and Kellogg (Waddlelog).

Finally, in the men’s final, Teddy Hall edged out St Peter’s in extra time in the most dramatic of circumstances: Tom Dyer’s drop goal was the difference between the two sides, as Peter’s dreams of a league and cup double disappeared.

Pembroke 15-10 Waddlelog
Abby D’Cruz

The women’s encounter was cagey in the opening stages, with both sides looking to break the gain line with powerful bursts around the fringes of the rucks.

Once the women in pink managed to get the ball out to their backs they found their rhythm, with eventual player of the match Bethan McGregor linking up with full-back
Connie Hurton and winger Violet Smart to devastating effect.

McGregor tore holes through the Waddlelog defence in a scintillating end to the first half, running in two tries and setting up Hurton for another to take Pembroke into the sheds 15-0 up at half-time. The lead was a fair reflection of their dominance, and it seemed like there was no way back for Waddlelog.

The match would prove to be a tale of two halves, however, as Waddlelog stormed out of the gates in the second half to pile on the pressure.

Ferocious tackling from LMH duo Zoe Durbin and Hester Odgers stopped Pembroke in their tracks.

Buoyed by important turnovers at the breakdown from outgoing Blues captain Sophie  Behan, Waddlelog managed to convert pressure into points as forwards Shekinah Opara
and Gwen Cartwright stormed over the try line to give Waddlelog realhope  of a comeback.

The match was set for a grandstand finish that saw Pembroke camped on the Waddlelog try line in the dying minutes, only for full-back Sophie Trott to somehow emerge with the ball and weave through the pink defenders on her way to the tryline.

Unfortunately for Trott, the only obstacle in her path was Hurton. The cross country Blue put in a last-ditch, try-saving tackle and secured an historic win for the Pembroke women, much to the delight of a raucous Iffley Stadium.

Teddy Hall 20-17 St Peter’s
Seb Braddock

In the men’s game, it was Teddy Hall who dominated possession and territory early on, but they were repelled by a ferocious Peter’s defence.

Against the run of play, the backline which had torn up Division One drew first blood: Tom Stileman burst through before soft hands saw Julian Madison beat the last Hall defender
on the outside, scoring to the right of the posts.

But their opponents hit back: a five-metre scrum and several pick-and-gos, Teddy Hall took the lead, converting a try to go in 7-5 up at the break.

After the interval it was Peter’s who took the ascendency, adding a further try but again failing to add the conversion. A powerful rolling maul then left prop Noah Miller unmarked
in space to touch down for Peter’s third try, and James Povey’s kick left it 17-7 with 20 minutes to play.

With tempers flaring between the two sets of supporters in the stands, the game continued with renewed vengeance on the field. A Peter’s scrum on the five-metre line bobbled out the back, with Edward Gillard the first man to the ball to claw a score back for Teddy Hall, and Tom Dyer’s second conversion made it 17-14.

Suddenly dominant at the scrum, the Hall’s persistent pressure on the Peter’s 22 was rewarded, as a set-piece collapse gifted Dyer an easy penalty to level the scores. Though
the kick-off was later converted to a Peter’s penalty in a similar position as the clock went dead, Povey’s kick skirted wide, and the game went into golden point extra time.

Awarded a penalty right in front of the posts shortly later, Peter’s had the opportunity to win the game. Remarkably, haste struck the otherwise-faultless Stileman, who forgot the nature of golden point and opted for a quick tap instead.

With only a few minutes left on the clock, a blatant high tackle saw Blues stalwart Lisiate Fifita sent to the bin, but the ensuing penalty went agonisingly wide.

Soon afterwards, Dyer dropped back into the pocket for the drop goal: he slotted home to send the Hall into pandemonium.

OCTOPUS – Review

“How would you describe British values?”

“Money, isn’t it? That’s what value means”

OCTOPUS  is a three-woman play set solely in an interview (interrogation?) room. In a not-too-distant future, British citizens with “non-indigenous” heritage have to prove their ‘Britishness’ to remain in the UK or keep their benefits.

Written by Afsaneh Gray post-Brexit in 2016, this is all particularly apt in the wake of the Windrush scandal. A line about filling a quota for deportation is scarily prophetic: is Britain fulfilling Gray’s predictions? Does British society assess us merely on race and income?

If this is makes OCTOPUS sound like a grim evening out, it’s not. Director Rudi Gray, producer Lizy Jennings and the team had the audience laughing throughout, and there was a definite buzz to the room afterwards.

The play starts by toying with our ideas of reality versus fiction. The characters enter the stage casually, and start humming, rather than to recorded music. Is this actually the beginning of the play? Then the ‘real’ music does kick in with ‘Oh Bondage! Up Yours!’: the first of many late 1970s punk classics. Shortly after, one of the three characters introduces herself as “Scheherazade…from One Thousand and One Nights”. The reply she gets is a request for “proof of I.D.”. Is she a literary character or a ‘real’ modern citizen? She later tells Sarah about how she’s going to “turn this into a tapestry”.

Has Afsaneh Gray turned real life into an art form with OCTOPUS, or should we view it as a fictional story? She seems to share some parallels with Scheherazade: born in Oxford, with an Iranian mother and Jewish father. She also shares with her character a love for punk music. Scheherazade wears a t-shirt of The Slits, and Gray describes punk as “a glorious wall of sound” in an article for Threeweeks.

Scheherazade’s own stories have a similar ambiguous relationship with truth. She tells of her mother swallowing an octopus whole, and her grandmother creating wings and flying. Her family stories are met with dismissiveness, but one does turn out to be true.

With such a simplistic set design (just a table and chairs) physicality and movement become really important, and Rudi’s direction manages this well. The actors take turns to play the interviewer and the interviewees, and their entrances and exits as scenes change form a circular movement round the table, suggesting the nightmarish cyclic experience they’re experiencing.

The other two victims to this process are Sara and Sarah. Gray wrote Sara (played by Jeevan Ravindran) as “the brown woman who’s a gold star citizen” but is still subjected to the same degrading system. She’s an accountant that earns £70,000 a year, pays her taxes, votes Tory (it’s heavily implied), and is willing to cooperate. Her favourite food is fish and chips, and she sings Mary Poppins in the shower. What makes her character interesting though, is that despite Scheherazade’s lines about art being ‘linear’, Sara is the only one of the three with noticeable character development. Our perception of her changes as her cold exterior relaxes. Her attitudes change as she realises the process is unfair.

Sarah (Serena Pennant) is in some ways the most challenging character to portray. She sees herself as the only white British woman of the three, releasing a never-ending stream of casual racism despite preaching the importance of political correctness. This guise drops when the problems she pretends to care about are focused on her, at which point she tells Sara: “don’t be so politically correct”. She is the ‘woke’ white Brit that’s been to a yoga retreat in Goa and pretends to love curry. She gets laughs, but is also annoying, and she’s meant to be. She is ironically the one character that does fit a stereotype.

This is okay, and not only because her behaviour is offensive and deserves to be challenged. This is okay because, while all three characters represent aspects of Britain, Sarah’s strikes at the heart of Britain’s current issues with race. As a country we do not view ourselves as explicitly or violently racist, but grave problems lie very close to the surface under a false cover of progressivity. When pressure is applied, they soon bubble to the top.

Both racism and awareness of racism are now institutionalised in Britain: we critique the system, yet perpetuate it. All of the characters are well meaning in OCTOPUS; Sarah is only ignorant, not malicious, and Sara comes close to Islamophobia, despite her good intentions. The punk element in the play is similarly aligned with protest. It is a means of rebellion, but all the while the official interviewing them has been drinking out of a Sex Pistols mug, and it is a symbol of the past, a part of British history.

Sarah asks, “It’s just funny, isn’t it?”

Is it? Is OCTOPUS, like the Sex Pistols are now, “just” uncontroversial protest? Or does it strike deeper than that?

Eating on a roof terrace in the sun

With the weather looking a bit warmer and sunnier this weekend, there is certainly only one thing that everyone will want to do – eat outside. There is something about eating your food whilst wearing sunglasses ‘al fresco’ that changes your mood immediately.

There is, then, perhaps only one thing that could improve that vibe – a postcard-worthy view of the Dreaming Spires. There is no better place for this than the rooftop restaurants of Westgate. Having attended the opening night of Victors last week, where there was live music and drinks as the sun set over Christchurch Cathedral, I cannot wait for more summery food and drink outings this Trinity. It was the beautiful cocktails alongside delicious canapes next to the beautiful wisteria in the restaurant that made it such an idyllic afternoon and definitely set a high bar for the rest of this term.

And walking along Westgate’s Roof Terrace will bring more similarly pleasing options. Sticks ‘n’ Sushi, Cinnamon Kitchen and The Alchemist all provide the same view and slightly different styles of restaurants. Whilst they are all places that you might want to go to only on a special occasion, if the opportunity arises then it is worth ordering a cocktail or something to eat at any of them and sitting at one of the tables outside. Further along, Westgate houses Dirty Bones, Pizza Pilgrims and The Breakfast Club. All have very instagrammable meals and Pizza Pilgrims even has a free photo booth you can use.

Whilst they don’t really have outdoor seating, going to one of these will still give you a glimpse of the Oxford view – a perfect compromise when the weather isn’t cooperating with your al fresco dreams. Finally, in the middle of it all you will hopefully see ‘Los Churros’. Facing the tips of gorgeous buildings and towers, I can guarantee that it is even worth travelling from as far as LMH only to eat these.

And it is perfect for any time of the year – in winter, you’ll welcome the warmth of the churros, and in summer you’ll enjoy this excuse to eat on the Roof Terrace of Westgate without paying for a whole meal.

Café circuit: Cafe W

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Cafe W is a little-known treasure of the coffee scene in Oxford.

Three floors up in Waterstones at the corner where Cornmarket meets Broad Street, it’s a quiet place, and it feels a long way from the crush of central Oxford.

With three big windows looking down George Street and up towards the Ashmolean, the room is well lit with natural light.

Often busy, but somehow never full, motivating yourself to work is easy when you’re surrounded by books you haven’t read.

There’s a good selection of cakes and biscuits. The scones, which come with authentic jam and cream, are a particular highlight and are very hard to resist when you’re in the middle of an essay crisis.

While the absence of filter coffee on the hot drinks menu is regrettable, pots of Earl Grey for only £2 make up for it.

The wide variety of milks on offer – including the seriously underrated almond and soya – is good if you’re not so into dairy.

A lot of coffee shops in Oxford end up feeling dark and cramped.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in Cafe W make it bright and airy, with plenty of sky.

Working is best when you can look away from the screen and out, down onto the road.

If you’re working on a computer, sockets are scarce, and the tables – oakwood – are a little small. But some coffee shops feel like too much of a workplace, and Cafe W doesn’t.

The distance Cafe W puts between itself and the street, and the fact that there are people there who aren’t writing essays, means that even work can feel like an escape from the insular environment of academic life in Oxford.

If you’re bored of The Missing Bean and Turl Street Kitchen, Cafe W is definitely worth a try.

Spacious, bright and relaxed, it’s everything a coffee shop should be.

Night Out: May Day Reviews

Not Nineteen Forever: Fever
Emma Ball

May Day is the busiest student night out of the year, so who wouldn’t want to spend it in a club that was once voted the third worst in Britain? Yet with an alarming number of disco balls and walls of the finest velvet, Fever’s poor reputation is, without a doubt, undeserved. It is therefore no surprise that the Encore event ‘Not Nineteen Forever’ was fully booked out. With most Fever-goers painfully aware of how quiet it can be until late, it was an undeniable relief when the club became uncharacteristically busy by 11pm.

Classed as an ‘indie night’, party-goers were treated to the usual anthems by the Fratellis and Foals, as well as the odd appearance from Oasis. However, it would not be Fever unless they played some of the mainstream cheesy sing-alongs that we all secretly love; the Pretenders’ ‘500 miles’ being a particular highlight. Essentially, there was slightly more ‘Fluorescent Adolescent’ and slightly less ‘Shape of You’ than you would find on a normal night.

The event itself was largely centred around the concept that Scouting for Girls would make an appearance, although from the marketing campaign all involved seemed to be unsure as to what form this would take. The answer, as we found out on the night, was the appearance of the drummer behind the DJ booth for a small portion of the evening. This misrepresentation of the event was obviously a source of frustration, with many having expected the whole band to be there and maybe even a live performance.

Whilst undoubtedly enjoyable, once the inevitable ‘She’s so lovely’ had been played, you would easily be forgiven for forgetting what the theme of the night was supposed to be.

May Day ft. Richard Blackwood: Park End
Juliet Martin

We opted for Park End for May Day to avoid having to be organised enough to buy tickets in advance, and also in mind of its significant added benefit of easy access to seats for when 6am started to feel far off. We were planning on staying out all night, and Park End seemed like somewhere we might manage it.

A major pro was that there was no queue to get in when we arrived at about 2am. It was pretty busy inside but not packed, and there was enough variety between the different rooms to keep us going for a good few hours. I can’t comment on the state of Park End at closing time, but it was beginning to thin out by the time we left at around 4am.

Unfortunately our self-imposed obligation to have a mad one on May Day ultimately meant that for the second year in a row most of us missed the thing on Magdalen Bridge (is it a choir? Is it bells? I’m still not 100% sure). Park End was not particularly conveniently located on this occasion so those that did make it made a pit stop at college first. Our least favourite thing was the irony of the £12 entrance fee for a night titled “Broke Monday”, but I find that fairly forgivable in light of the prices of some of the tickets for certain other clubs that night.

In conclusion, I have seen in May festively hungover and having failed yet again to make it to the bridge, but pretty happy with our choice of Park End as the place to do so.

Disco Stu v. Big Poppa: Emporium
Libby Cherry and Matt Carlton

When it comes to big nights out, we like to avoid the mainstream. We’re shadow dwellers, Berghain babes – which is what led us to doorway of Emporium on May Day. After being aired on Oxtickets, we decided to make the most of a £8 post-brunch impulse buy and show our faces at potentially the most unpopular event of the most-hyped evening on the social calendar at Oxford.

The crowd? A motley gaggle of all your cheap friends,  and those who think that Cowley is a rural hamlet. Touchingly, perhaps the folks at Emporium had worked out that these weren’t the normal party types and had managed to create what can only be described as a ‘homely village green’ atmosphere with a paternal-looking fellow flipping burgers in the corner of the smoking area. Ben Lakeland, called the £3 meaty treats “decent”, glowing praise from Corpus’ notoriously discerning Domestic Officer.

Yet, despite this rather unpromising combination of elements, Emporium certainly managed to engineer a ‘vibe’ this May Day. As Francesca Parkes reported, ‘it was lit’. Disco Stu and Big Poppa were certainly cranking out some bangers, allowing you to segue from Sean Paul to the Bee Gees, an experience that certainly will lead to some reconfiguration of the shower playlist. Instead of the usual drum ‘n’ bass, punch in the face setup in the basement, one might even dare to describe the pit as wholesome. Looking round at those reddened faces, that cash saved appropriately blown on Jägerbombs, one had a feeling of finding your people.

We ended up the staying the whole night. The Whole Night. It was a heartwarming experience, looking around at our fellow all-nighters, swaying arm in arm in that Ring. Meeting the other 02-ers and Bully-ers, tired and more than a little bit grumpy, on the Bridge the next morning only confirmed what we had already believed. May Day at Emporium – the indie choice.

This Is May Day 2018: O2 Academy
Sophie Kilminster

I didn’t have high hopes for the O2. Incessant and monotonous techno music isn’t really my scene – I am, for my sins, a cheese floor girl. However, all my friends were going, and, being the sheep that I am, I also forked out £37.

To get the negatives out of the way first: the music was very boring, it honestly sounded like one song was playing on both floors for the whole six or so hours we were there. Yeah, maybe I don’t know what I’m talking about when it comes to whatever that kind of music. Maybe I wasn’t on the right ‘level’ both sobriety wise and floor wise, but let’s be honest, other than a few Spanish(?) words in Peggy Gou’s set, nothing really stood out.

However, believe it or not I still had a brilliant time! I felt the whole vibe of the O2 that night was very ‘we’re all in this together, let’s push through’. People generally seemed in really good spirits. There was also an absence of aggressive pushing and shoving that you get in my beloved Park End. The venue was large enough for everyone to have their own space, find and stick with their friend groups. The decoration of the venue, with large glittery ‘May Day’ balloons and lots of confetti made it more into an occasion and added to the sense that this was a uniquely ‘Oxford’ experience we were embarking upon.

On a more basic level, the service at the bars was always really quick and the drinks were cheap, meaning I could work my way through (and convince my friends to pay for) many rounds of 4 Jaeger bombs for £10. I made it to the end of the night and had breakfast watching the singing. Despite my reservations and old-person music gripes, I had a fantastic first May Day and I can’t wait to do it all again next year. 

“Boredom is counter-revolutionary”

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In March 1968, the French journalist Pierre Viansson-Ponté claimed that the most prominent feature of French public life was boredom. He thought that the French people were untouched by the ‘great convulsions’ of the era. The next week, the administrative buildings of Nanterre University were occupied by students. By May, France was engulfed by student demonstrations, riots and general strikes. The government feared that the country was on the verge of civil war or revolution. One slogan read ‘Boredom is counter-revolutionary’. The ‘ennui’ of which Viansson-Ponté had complained no longer seemed to be a problem.

This Sunday marks the fiftieth anniversary of the Paris student protests. They remain some of the most iconic symbols of an era of world-wide anti-establishment protest: compelling because of the image of liberated youth, poignant because there is a distinct sense of doomed idealism. May 1968 is now recognised as a turning point in French culture, even if no-one can quite agree how important or beneficial it actually was.

The fiftieth anniversary comes at an opportune time. We live in a world of similarly fast social change and political shock, yet there no similar sense of collective action among today’s students.

The ‘spirit of the sixties’ is often spoken of as something lost. Some see 1968 as the last, great expression of that spirit before the world we now know emerged. We see that spirit in campaigns and protests across the world, but it is hardly reflected in a sixties sense of student protest.

So, what happened in 1968? First, May really began in March. The students of Nanterre University, a site so new the buildings were not yet finished, and located in the far, intellectually irrelevant suburbs of Paris, began to protest.

They were campaigning for the right for female students to enter the male students’ dormitories. At first glance, it seemed irrelevant to the great political issues of the time. However, they were concerned with far more than just codes of conduct. They were sick of the realities of post-war France, the stifling class hierarchies, bureaucracy, and conservatism that marked France under de Gaulle. Ultimately, they were criticising the materialist, capitalist model that dominated the whole of the Western world.

These were not purely political or practical aims. They were not activists with precise, clearly-defined goals in mind – they were not campaigning for various ‘issues’. May 1968 was as much a cultural revolution as anything else.

They demanded the cultural change that had emerged slowly in other countries in a matter of weeks. We cannot forget that the first demands made in March were about sex, and that many of the slogans in the following months had an air of sexual liberation. Their frustration with both the political regime and the state of French society meant that their demands were wrapped up into one revolutionary spirit, seizing the possibility of total change.

Compare this to today – many of our movements are single-issue focused, like the marches on gun control in America, the #MeToo movement. Today’s youth are well-educated on a huge variety of social issues, with unprecedented knowledge and sensitivity on issues of race, LGBTQ+ rights, feminism, mental health awareness, and more. This itself is the product of the sixties, with it’s movements opening up the spaces to talk about and demand more on these issues.

However, in the 1960s major reasons for rebellion were the growth of new social identities, and subsequent frustration with political parties, for their failure to articulate the accompanying political beliefs. Contrastingly today we do not seem to have a similar desire for complete societal change. British students seem to have little sense of protesting against the concept of ‘Britishness’, whatever that may be, in the same way the French students saw themselves as set against ‘Frenchness’.

The only comparable manifestations of the desire for social change in political change have been deeply reactionary, with the rise of right-wing, populist leaders, like Trump and Le Pen.

In America, where the political changes of the 2010s have exposed fault-lines in society, anti-Trump protests do not tend to take the tone of complete overhaul of the system, but rather a return to the previous norm. Though there have been in recent times protests expressing more general frustration with society, such as Occupy Wall Street, they do not seem to have captured the imagination of today’s generation of students.

Consider the fact that Brexit was not favoured by the youth. Perhaps it is difficult for the desire to remain within an institution to inspire revolution, but while, for example, the introduction of tuition fees lead to mass protest, Brexit was met with youth anger, but little concrete mass action.

In contrast, by the beginning of May 1968, in response to the protests, Nanterre was shut down. Students at the Sorbonne protested in response, and the police invaded the university, shutting it down as well. On 6th May, organised by the national union of students, 20,000 students and teachers marched to the Sorbonne.

The conservatism of the French state against which they protesting responded with force. Violence escalated on 10th May, resulting in public sympathy for the students. On 13th May, a march of over one million people was co-ordinated with a general strike.

The entire Western world saw the images of protest: clashes with the police, smashed windows, and burning cars. The protests spread outwards to other sectors of society equally unhappy with the current state of affairs. Workers began to occupy factories, which snowballed until ten million were on strike. With two-thirds of the workforce on strike, the government feared what could happen.

It was partly the involvement of the workers that has given May 1968 such lasting impact.

There were student protests around the world – it was, after all, an era of protest – but in no other country did they manage to pose an actual threat, to bring the workforce to a standstill. Finding themselves overwhelmed by the grassroots and attempting to control the situation, the unions made precise demands about wages. However, the protests were not about a specific issue; they had a far more expansive revolutionary spirit. When pay rises were negotiated, the workers rejected them. On the 29th May, de Gaulle fled the country. It is difficult today to imagine student protests coming to such a point that Theresa May would flee Number 10.

But why should we care about any of this? At first glance, the riots didn’t actually work. A month later, the conservative government was re-elected. The students lost public support once their leaders were given the chance to appear on television, and it became clear that their radicalism opposed the materialism of Western capitalist society. Both the first and fifth anniversaries of the events were largely ignored. It was not until the tenth anniversary that May 1968 was recognised as an event that had any significance or lasting impact.

Now, May 1968 is recognised as a moment of profound cultural change, but a similar process of change happened in most Western countries: a loosening in cultural and sexual morals, as societies altered in the aftermath of the world war and economic change. Perhaps the students have remained in the popular imagination simply because they have become more myth than reality: the image of radical, passionate youth is compelling.

Even if May 1968 didn’t succeed, even if the students can be dismissed as idealistic or naive, the level of their engagement and the level of their commitment cannot be denied. Compare this to our situation today: it would be hard describe the spirit of our youth as fully ‘revolutionary’.

Though we live in a time of seismic political and cultural change, with plenty of movements and activists, there is no coherent sense of a need for complete change. This is, perhaps, the result of the way we think about protest in the world today – and the fact that we seem to lack any vision of an alternative.

We have seen social movements being assimilated. Whereas in 1968 the workers refused the compromises negotiated by the unions in the knowledge that it was simply a plaster for the underlying situation, today we see companies claiming to care through offering corporate ‘mindfulness’ sessions.

We have seen the adoption of self-empowerment rhetoric by make-up companies, packaging eyeliner and lipstick as a patriarchy-defying act. Feminism is, in its most watered-down version, defined solely as the right to make personal choices, while the image of femininity becomes ever more extreme, especially through the influence of social media platforms.

Much protest today seeks to work within the system, rather than overturn it.

The invaluable work of activists to raise awareness is co-opted, without addressing any of the underlying issues, such the nature of the modern capitalist workplace, the stresses of the modern economy, and the expectation of maximising one’s own productivity. Of course, solutions which rely on compromise can bring us important, concrete results.

However, if we only seek to improve the existing systems, if we lack any coherent idea of an alternative future, if we fail to even recognise the possibility of other societies and other systems, the underlying issues will never be fully addressed. If we cannot believe in an alternative, then we cannot aim for it – and if we have no aim, then the work is futile.

It is a highly capitalist way of thinking, where social movements and the work of activists are seen as trends, to be exploited for their market potential, without creating any real change, apart from the nebulous concept of ‘awareness’.

The history of anti-establishment protest has always been fraught with exploitation and co-operation, but we seem to be in a period where the image of protest, the image of change, is used to advertise the continuation of the status quo.

Indeed, Gucci’s current campaign which recreates protest scenes with models in luxury clothing, “inspired by the spring of student awakening in Paris 1968”, demonstrates this point exactly. This capitalist mode is pervasive, influencing the way we approach other protest.

Looking at the recent strikes over academic pensions, it was common to see students complaining about the lost contact time in connection with their tuition fees. This marketisation of education is undoubtedly the result of the introduction of tuition fees, but also seems to be the result of much broader trends.

From the moment we enter the education system, we view each other as competitors. We conceive of ourselves as individuals fighting our own way, participants in a relentless culture of accumulating achievements, interviewing for internships, assuming a suitable place in the job market.

We fear what will happen if we slip, seeing the instability of the world ahead. In all of this, there is little time or reward for collective action, or even for challenging the status quo.

Given the number of students who seemed to oppose collective action simply because they felt they had purchased a product, would we even be able to mount the sort of collective protest seen in 1968? It seems doubtful.

It is no great surprise that an institution like Oxford University is not today full of radicals. We are the beneficiaries of this system – it is us who stand to benefit from the continuation of the status quo.

It was not, after all, the Sorbonne that protested first in 1968, but Nanterre, on the periphery of traditional French intellectual life. For us, there has not yet been a breaking point – we still have something to lose.

There are, of course, countless examples of the spirit of protest alive today. What we lack is a similar sense of student protest. Crucially, there is little collective spirit today of students offering an entirely different vision of the world.

This is not to say that we ought to start a revolution, but rather that we should compare ourselves to 1968, and ask how we feel about the state of the world that we face today.

Mass protest may often be unsuccessful, but it is, at least, an expression of feeling, rather than grim acceptance of the way things are.

Perhaps, ultimately, we should remember that slogan of 1968: ‘Boredom is counterrevolutionary’.

The other footballers

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There is an Oxford – Oxford, Mississippi – where the sport of ‘football’ and the home town Ole Miss Rebels draw a cult following, a crowd of tens of thousands of people to watch at every game. Not in this Oxford.

On the last Wednesday night practise before the Varsity Bowl game against the Cambridge Pythons, the Oxford Lancers are suiting up outside the community centre behind the station on Botley Road. No lights, no grandstands, no changing rooms. The only football posts around here are eight feet tall and twenty-four feet wide.

This doesn’t seem to bother the team as they prepare. Unlike their counterparts across the pond, where local glory, scholarship opportunities, and decades of tradition are enough to make anyone want to run head first into someone twice their size, the players on this college football team have simpler motivations: camaraderie, love of the sport and the prospect of beating Cambridge.

How could it be otherwise? Though football (of the American variety) is developing a decent following here, there is no football culture like there is in the US. Most of the Lancers are British, and all of them found the game independently. For many, Oxford is their first opportunity to suit up and join a team.

Some, like Wide Receiver Zak Carroll, are taking the chance to play a sport they grew up with. Originally from Missouri but doing part of his degree here, I asked if he played college ball at home, “No” he chuckles wryly, “I’m not good enough for that. It’s been good to get to play here.” Millions of dollars of revenue, huge TV audiences and borderline professional student athletes often comes at the expense of amateur, community football beyond the high-school level in the States.

Pre-practise squad warmups
The punt cover team takes down returner Lucas Stolle
Two Wide Receivers practise run blocking

After warming up as a squad, the players split into two teams to practise the punt phase of the game, a play where one side kicks to a player on the other, usually one of the fastest and most elusive on the team, and proceed to try and knock them down at full speed. Although the players are under strict instruction not to hit too hard to avoid unnecessary last-minute injury, there is enough intensity to make you see the brutality of this phase.

Following this, the squad breaks up into individual position drills: footwork and agility for the Defensive Backs and blocking schemes for the Offensive Line. This close to the Varsity Bowl the coaches are walking a fine line between dealing up intensity and protecting players from flaring up niggling injuries. Regardless the intent is palpable, particular in an aggressive one-on-one blocking drill done by the Wide Receivers.

Taking a team of mixed experience to a competitive Bowl game, as Head Coach Adam Goldstein has done, is no small task. Often short of a full squad due to the inevitable injuries and essay crises, his players sometimes have to learn the fundamentals of multiple positions to fill in and adapt.

Some, clearly veterans of the sport act as secondary coaches, showing the less experienced players the technicalities of hand placement and footwork or explaining the nuances of a certain strategic point. Canadian postgrad Rob Main takes responsibility for training up the Offensive Linemen, the big guys whose responsibilities include protecting the passer and clearing space for the ball carriers.

Wide Receiver lines up opposite a Defensive back, waiting for the snap
Defensive captain Josh Allen blitzes the line
Defensive Lineman attempts to ‘swim’ over the Center to pressure the Quarterback
Defensive Back covers a Wide Receiver tracking a deep ball downfield

Last reps of individual drills complete, the team unites again for scrimmage: a play-by-play simulation of an actual eleven-a-side game. Here the complexities of the sport become tangible. Led by Quarterback Will Szymanski, the offensive team needs to work completely in sync, with blockers forming a solid wall, pass catchers or ball runners knowing their assignments, and Will knowing exactly where to distribute the ball for the unfolding defensive strategy. It’s no wonder the team meets for strategy sessions on top of a couple practise sessions per week. Having grown up around football in Michigan, Will seems perfect for the job, managing the huddle, co-ordinating plays and completing some deep passes. Led by Josh Allen, the defence is equally poised, using effort of skill to apply constant pressure to the Quarterback, disrupt passes and hunt down the ball carrier.

Quarterback faces pressure in the pocket
Quarterback releases the ball under pressure
Will Szymanski directs play from the huddle
Defensive Captain and club President, Josh Allen (33)

“Last snap.” Quarterback Will Szymanski calls out to the huddle signalling the final play of the final practise before taking the field on Friday. Whatever the result, it’s a testament to the Lancers that amidst Oxford’s most hectic social and academic term, they’re still out here playing football. No crowd, no scholarships, no tradition. Just the team, the sport, and beating Cambridge.

Head Coach Adam Goldstein goes through the gameplan for the Varsity Bowl
Lancers on three…

Oxford owes students money over strikes

In March, the decision by the University and UUK (Universities UK) to change the conditions for the pensions of university staff led to mass strikes across Oxford. Staff
from across the University cancelled lectures in protest against the proposed changes. Oxford SU backed those striking with a statement of support despite criticism from students whose interests they are supposed to protect. Last week, it was announced that 17 Oxford students are working with the law firm Asserson to bring a class action suit against the University to recover fees that they believe they are owed due to cancelled lectures and classes, delayed feedback from tutors, and general disruptions to their classes. They have been criticised by the Oxford SU for aiding the marketisation of education by pursuing their claim for compensation. However, we should be supporting them.
All of us have a right to receive what we pay for, whether it be our degrees, or a product we might buy from the high street. When you pay for something, you are signing a contract. When domestic or EU students pay £9,250 for their degrees, they have every right to make sure they actually receive what they pay for. When international students pay up to £23,885 for their degrees, often taking out large loans to do so, they deserve to ask for a partial refund of their fees. We should support these students, in any way we can, in their fight for their consumer rights, and the Oxford SU ought to reverse their misplaced statement of condemnation
The marketisation of education exists whether one likes it or not and so naturally
it is also right that students are protected by the same consumer rights that would protect them if they bought something online or from an ordinary shop. The fact that it is education that we are paying for does not exempt it from the protection the law can offer.
If we do not hold Oxford responsible, and call them out for giving us less than what we are all paying thousands of pounds each year for, then the University will continue to believe it is acceptable to supply less than what they agreed to when they took our money; this could, in the long run, lead to a gradual decline in the quality of the degrees offered. The University needs to feel the pressure to recognise the rights of their students and this can most efficiently be achieved by legal confrontation. In any other industry it would be unacceptable to behave like the University’s administration have.
Even if you do not agree with the marketisation of education, the truth is that it already happened when most of us had to take out thousands of pounds out as a loan to pay the course fees. Further, the interest rates for these loans are increasing with no end in sight, worsening the already deprived situation that low income students are in by increasing the large financial burden they are already subjected to. Similarly, those who have saved for their fees, as one international student who is suing the university did, are dismissed and expected to simply put up with the University’s decision to fail in meeting their end of the contract. The University failed to uphold their end of the deal and accordingly should be held accountable. Moreover, this class action suit is actually extremely useful in achieving the pressures the strikers tried to impose on the University administration.
By holding the University liable for their inability to treat staff properly and in preventing the subsequent strikes the university actually gained financially because they did not have to pay the staff on strike. They saved thousands of pounds and made no offer to refund this gain to the students who have been unfairly dragged into this situation in which they do not have a role or influence. This is fundamentally unjust and defeats the purpose of the strikes in the first place: to impose significant pressure on the University to reverse their decision to support the changes proposed by UUK. By asking for this money back, the administration will feel the full force of their decision. Targeting them financially is the only way to actually cause change, at least in issues as weighty as this.
The situation the staff have been put in is less than ideal for them as well. However, this does not mean the students have to pay the price for it. Cancelled lectures, days before many undergraduates had to sit their first year exams, caused many students to be more stressed than they needed to be. Similarly, many finalists had classes cancelled weeks before exams that will dictate which careers they can pursue, and clearly the ramifications of this cannot be ignored or understated.
The University has failed in their duty to treat their students and staff properly and have taken for granted the support the would receive from the vast majority of the
student body. They must be held responsible and I hope that the students succeed in their case and recover what they are rightfully owed. Education is a good that we consume and should be not be treated differently to any other product paid for. Students should not be forced to accept the very real time value loss as a consequence of the strikes under the unjust guise that they must stand in solidarity with staff.

Recipe Corner: overnight oats

Cooked hall breakfasts are great. They’re an incentive to get up in the morning – maybe go for a run,havea shower, decide on the day’s lectures – and then have sausages, bacon, tomato and eggs waiting for you afterwards. Maybe even a hash brown. But now that it’s summer, the breakfast is the same as every term, and it isn’t as cold and dark and dismal outside as it is in Michaelmas and Hilary. So, meat and hot food at 8:15am lose their appeal. Making an easy breakfast for yourself, which is both healthier and more adaptable than a bowl of cereal, can be easy. Overnight oats, eaten cold, are great for Trinity Term. They’re really simple and cheap to prepare- one breakfast probably costs 7p in oats, 20p in (soya/almond) milk, adding up to 50p per serving if you include toppings.

To make them, pour oats to halfway of a jar, or any container. Then you can add whichever toppings you fancy – I’d recommend cinnamon and vanilla essence, cocoa, apple pieces or jam. Next, cover the oats with your milk of choice.

You can just pour to cover or you can add extra milk on the top, depending on how dense and flapjack-like you want the consistency to be.

The oats will swell up, so be careful not to overfill your container. Then add sultanas, or any other extra toppings, and stir it round. You can add honey or maple syrup for sweetness although just sweetened milk can also solve that issue.

Then, leave it in the fridge or in a cold place for between 2 and 20 hours, and enjoy it for breakfast or a snack!

If you’re feeling indulgent you top it with brazil nuts and chocolate, Lotus Biscoff biscuits, or any type of cookie the college cookie fairy might have treated you to. If you’re looking for a healthier alternative, Tesco’s frozen berries also go really nicely. Rinse out the jar and repeat.

Overnight Oats have less sugar than shop-bought cereals, no smashed-up powder at the bottom of the cereal packet, and make for a really versatile breakfast– there are recipes out there for carrot-cake flavoured and apple-pie themed oats.

I even tried straining a tea-bag in it to experiment and it made for a nice and aromatic jar of oats, though it’s more effort than is necessary.

Trinity Term, the sunny but stressful term, requires snacks.

Another nice DIY alternative, which takes about 10 minutes to put together, is a couscous bowl topped with any vegetables- cherry tomatoes, soya beans, spring onions and bell peppers work quite well.

If you feel like trying a refreshing drink, I also really enjoy making iced tea by straining a tea bag in a small amount of boiling water, removing it and placing the solution in the fridge, before adding lemonade.

Melons are great – a satisfying bite to eat without many calories. When the weather becomes spring showers, and work is killing your summer vibe, let your snacks remind you that summer is here, by being fresh and light!