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The incandescent and the immovable

Ava Doherty
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The incandescent and the immovable

I went to Ometepe in search of a view, but found something closer to a memory.

The island floats inside Lake Nicaragua, its twin volcanoes rising like ancient lungs out of the water. The air was still, but the lake moved, breathing slowly. It’s not the sea in name, but it carries that same unfathomable pulse. I stood at the edge where the sand blackens underfoot, watching the tide lick the shore with old, deliberate gestures.

The water was dark, mineral-rich, quiet, and yet it spoke. Not in words, but in weight. In reminder. Saltwater – here and elsewhere – is always a force of return, not just to places, but to feeling. It doesn’t heal exactly, but it erodes, shapes, and strips things back to essence. On Ometepe, I felt that more clearly than anywhere else.

The sea, in all its forms, is incandescent and immovable. It refuses us. Refuses to be mapped, mastered, or owned, even in myth. Caligula once tried, lashing the ocean with whips, demanding tribute. His soldiers collected seashells in defeat. The absurdity of it still stings, because we haven’t stopped. We drill, dump, and dredge. We chart it, name it, and exploit its beauty. But the sea remains as it was. Brilliant. Dangerous. Unmoved.

Something stirred in me that day on Ometepe. Not quite peace, not quite fear. A deep awareness of time. Of the self as a soft thing up against something vast. I thought of my beginnings, of white-linen childhoods on other shores, and how even those bright memories now feel marbled with oil, with grief, with a kind of unnamed loss.

I think of Scotland, too, where the sea is grey and often brutal, but still worshipped. Where black-rotted rocks rise like bruises, and yet beauty is formed there – the coast as a kind of scripture.

Central America, like Scotland, is shaped by water. Bordered by it, threatened by it, defined by it. Panama, Nicaragua, Costa Rica – each written in tide, in flood and flow. Identity here doesn’t stand apart from water. It comes from it.

And always, behind this geography, there’s mythology. We eulogise the sea. We make it a metaphor. But perhaps it doesn’t need our myth-making. It generates its own. It carried the first missionaries to these shores – Ninian, Columba – and with them, a new language of God. Easter tide, Pentecostal wind. Christianity itself was carried in the rhythm of waves. But the sea is older than any religion.

Keats called it the sublime: a beauty so vast it terrifies. Iris Murdoch wrote of love as the painful realisation that something other than ourselves is real. The sea offers that realness in full. It’s a confrontation, not with death, but with limit. A recognition that some things cannot be solved, only witnessed.

We project onto it – our sorrow, our longing, our rage – and still, it resists us. It does not mirror us. It swallows us. Everything returns to water. Memory. Nation. Faith. Ruin. Even language breaks apart against the shoreline.

And the sea, incandescent and immovable, keeps on.

Sometimes, all we can do is stand on the sand – student, traveller, wanderer – and listen.

“Have you heard the new Laufey album?”

Beatrix Arnold
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“Have you heard the new Laufey album?”

We all know the type, or at least the meme. The tote-bag sporting, wired-headphone wearing, matcha latte drinking, so-called ‘performative’ men flooding our social media feeds, and even threatening to infiltrate our social circles. Such men are defined by the careful curation of clothes, taste, and aesthetic to attract clout – and implicitly women – rather than as an act of earnest self-expression. The issue lies in their affectation. The performative male parades his own worthiness, his emotional availability, his uniquely feminist perspective, but does not practise it, resulting in a clumsy caricature of what appeals to the female gaze. His theatrics are unconvincing – it’s doubtful that he knows the first thing about the feminist authors he loves to vaunt. 

While this is a discernible phenomenon in the real world (see how many you can spot around Oxford), the online component is built on a degree of self-awareness. The formula is exaggerated and skewered, either to deride or to self-deprecate. The whole trend is dripping with irony; parody layers upon parody, as every participant is determined to prove themselves to be in on the joke. Such self-awareness does not ultimately free us from the performance, but merely adds another layer to it. The satire in itself becomes another form of performativity: an in-group of men emerges, who reassure their female audience that they get it, that they can recognise and make fun of these performative men, because they themselves are different. In this way, they quickly deflate the aims of the performative male: once it has been named, the device becomes ineffectual. 

In fact, almost every permutation of masculinity manifests itself as a kind of performance. Heterosexual men, most noticeably in the online sphere, seem to market themselves according to a self-purported idea of what constitutes female taste. The same impetus can be seen behind the ideology of the manosphere, whose “pick-up artists” structure an entire lifestyle around female attraction. The pressure to perform a brand of masculinity seems to dominate homosocial relationships to the same extent. Is there not a similar element of performativity driving on those men who force themselves to like Guinness, listen to Kanye, and aspire to be “one of the lads”?

Judith Butler argued that all gender is performance: perhaps the online sphere, with its proliferation of social media trends rooted in aspects of masculinity or femininity, is the perfect gallery for this phenomenon. The trad wife movement can, in many ways, be seen as a counterpart to the performative male trend, inasmuch as femininity is restaged in a hyper-stylised manner, curated to appeal to a perceived notion of male desire. The man who professes his difference from the norm, evidenced by his Clairo listening stats, is similarly aware of this need to present, to showcase the expedient gendered persona.

Amongst all these performances, the feminist-literature reading one appears relatively benign. His vapidity is widely recognised, but at least he’s not advocating the violent brand of misogyny that goes hand-in-hand with other ‘masculine’ online discourse. Yet it’s clear how parody can backfire. The instant labeling of these behaviours as aberrant, as a type of specifically female-oriented, and therefore not genuine, masculinity, only serves to reinforce the idea that it is the traditional ‘macho’ masculinity that represents the real deal, the default definition of a socially accepted form of manhood. Once this hierarchy is implicitly established, any deviation is labelled as a farce. In that too familiar way, the trend has become yet another opportunity for men to make fun of other men for a perceived failure of masculinity; their behaviour, and its association with a traditionally feminine aesthetic, is deemed ridiculous. As we irony-poison ourselves to death, we fail to unsubscribe from strictly policed behavioural binaries. Not everything should be so ruthlessly taxonomised.

The problem with the performative male is not his masculinity, but his pretentiousness, his calculated simulation of allyship. Casting the issue in terms of gender is more harmful than humorous.

Or perhaps the trend shouldn’t be taken so seriously. Perhaps gentle mockery is the way to dismantle vacuous virtue-signaling. Or perhaps our only solace is to hope that such men may, in between flashing the front cover of their Angela Davis or bell hooks at passersby, pick up a thing or two. 

Be brave, Oxford: Let’s put creativity back in the creative arts

Mair Andrews
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Be brave, Oxford: Let’s put creativity back in the creative arts

Welcome back, Oxford. While you were away preparing for the next academic year, or busy attending the Edinburgh Fringe, the facebook Oxford University Drama Society (OUDS) portal was readying for your return. However, amidst all the Supplementary Cast Calls and promises for location bids, some things stayed the same: conspicuously, the same titles, writers and genres still dominate the listings. As far as first impressions go, this stagnant Oxford drama scene probably offers Freshers exactly what they’d expect. My expectations, however, as an incoming third-year, have changed. Having noticed that this term’s promised programme seems to be stuck in a creative equivalent of Groundhog Day, one must ask: why has student drama lost its creativity?

Courtesy of the controversial book-to-screen productions recently teased this summer, ‘adaptation’ has been a hot topic. While Emerald Fennell appears to be offering gothic erotica in her version of the classic Wuthering Heights, Jamie Lloyd’s inventive and youthful Evita, starring Rachel Zegler, made the pavement outside the London Palladium the place to be. Given the comparative monotony of student drama, can any of the productions truly be classed as ‘adaptations’? How can a student budget imitate the creativity of professional productions, which sometimes still miss the mark themselves?

The shortcut way to adapt a story, in any form, is to give it direct political resonance. But explicitly aligning oneself with a political stance is not always worth the risk. Politicised art has been plastered all over our newsfeeds this summer; or, rather, the censorship of this creative activism has. 

Earlier this summer, a production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream in Manchester was cancelled, with the Royal Exchange was forced to scrap its entire five-week run of a modern retelling of Shakespeare’s play, in a dispute over references to the Israel-Gaza war and trans rights. If this is what professionals in the creative industries face, how is student drama to manage taking a stance? 

As a literature student, I incline towards a controversial performance. Last spring, I recall my frustration at a student production of The Merchant of Venice: while the show had enough courtesy to warn audience members about the antisemitism within the play through posters leading towards the auditorium, the production itself failed to expand on that central issue. With the backdrop of ongoing conflict in Gaza, it was almost uncomfortable that the show pretended it had no contextual relevance.

The Israel-Gaza war has been a budding platform for artists to perform their politics, and for activists to literally take to the stage. Yet, on the small stages of the Pilch or Keble O’Reilly, students are reluctant to take creative risks and adapt plays in the same politicised way that other professionals are willing to.

It takes a lot for a student drama to adapt itself in this way and address politics. In Oxford and the creative arts at large, imposter syndrome is never far away. Even still, student drama depends on all participants – from actors, musicians, costume designers and audience members – to view it as a worthwhile and legitimate cause. For a whole university’s creative community to caveat and curtail their voices because their stage is ‘too small’ a platform, or their pen ‘too insignificant’ a tool, would be a tragedy, indeed.  

It takes a lot of nerve to write your own plays. In recent OUDS memory, the success of entirely student produced shows has been fleeting. The Mollys, a production company which facilitated original scripts for comedies, garden plays, and musicals, was created as a remedy for this issue. A similar student-founded company, Lovelock Productions, debuted their new play BLANDY at the Fringe in August, and promises to tell both new and old stories. Though, seeing as the student founders of these two companies are soon to graduate, there is no natural successor to carry the baton of student originality.

Even still, why are student writers, and political themes, so scarce within the Oxford drama scene? Well, unfortunately, money does make the world go around. A show is a product to sell. While personal insecurity and fear of censorship are significant players, they are not isolated as factors from the word loathed by every creative: finance. 

Last year Cherwell reported on the challenges that hinder the creativity of student drama. Finances accrued through simple technology like microphones and lighting are huge investments, and sacrifices, that productions must make. More foundational decisions are also impacted by budget, such as which shows are put on at all. Shakespeare is a staple name on college posters – last term saw the influx of garden plays, and already in Michaelmas we have promises for Twelfth Night, Love Labour’s Lost, and Richard III. 

It’s therefore no surprise that the most popular names are the most basic. There is a strong financial incentive for these plays because they are in the public domain and  have no rights to purchase. When many essay writing subjects reward originality, but assign a plethora of secondary reading, it is understandably daunting to go with your gut and create an original interpretation. But in the drama world, when the finance, casting, and reputation of your production are also on the line? It’s terrifying.

Oxford’s drama scene needs, therefore, to be braver, but this involves not just the dramatists. I believe that the biggest blocker to fresh and thoughtful productions is the audience’s own ego: they fear not understanding the adaptation, that it’ll be too complex, or that they aren’t well-informed enough about the cultural or political subtext. But the risk of being disappointed or misunderstanding a production is meant to be part of the chance that a viewer puts in a show, and a show cannot thrive unless it has that trust from its audience.

Hope, however, is not lost for the future of Oxford student drama. Amongst the overdone Shakespeare is a new adaptation – truly deserving of the term – with Love’s Labour’s Lost reworked as a musical and scheduled for the T S Eliot Theatre in eighth week. It also promises in its OUDS announcement that they will commit to a diverse cast, and encourage Freshers to participate. This adaptational success shows that a production does not need to be loud or controversial to be thoughtful and value originality – it is through basic decisions like this that you keep drama fresh. 

So come on, Oxford, I dare you. Whether you will be in the audience, in the wings or on the stage this term, it’s time that we proved that student drama can put on a real show.

Hundreds march in pro-Palestine protest through Oxford

Cherwell News
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Hundreds march in pro-Palestine protest through Oxford

Around 500 people joined a pro-Palestine protest starting at Manzil Way earlier this evening. The crowd marched through the city centre to Bonn Square, in front of Westgate Oxford, blocking traffic and forcing it to a standstill. 

Protesters marched through Oxford, chanting and carrying banners criticising Oxford University and the UK government. One of the banners read: “Oxford University, pick a side. Justice for genocide.” Several banners also called out Prime Minister Keir Starmer and former Prime Minister Rishi Sunak specifically.

One Oxford student participating in the protest told Cherwell: “We cannot rest. Students have to get organised.” He continued to state that through tuition money and attending the University, students’ existence “comes with a level of complicity”. Another student emphasised the atmosphere at the protest was “very positive”.

A speaker from Oxford Jewish Palestinian Solidarity Campaign addressed protesters at the start of the march, saying: “Of course [we] welcome the prospect of a ceasefire, but how can we trust a ceasefire broken by Israel within hours.”

The protest was organised by the Oxford branch of the Palestine Solidarity Campaign (PSC), a national grassroots movement working to achieve “peace, equality, and justice” in the face of “racism, occupation, and colonisation”.

Members of Oxford Action for Palestine (OA4P) were also in attendance alongside other student and national campaigns. OA4P have been advertising the protest outside the Oxford University’s Student Union Freshers’ Fair this week. Members of OA4P stood outside the entrance to Examination Schools on High Street, handing out flyers with information and encouraging people to attend.

OA4P told Cherwell it “welcomes the energy and organising experience that incoming students are bringing to campus, and looks forward to building with them in the months ahead”.

At the protest, the organisers specifically thanked students who “came from Freshers’ Fair”. Flyers were distributed urging people to join “Palestine organising in Oxford” and to “organise in your colleges & departments”. 

The protest was attended by the members of the Socialist Worker, the newspaper of the Socialist Workers Party, as well as Student Action for Refugees (STAR) Oxford. Oxford University and College Union (UCU), a trade union representing academics and academic-staff at the University, were also among protesters and carried a poster entitled “knowledge is power”. 

The police were present and pulled aside a counter-protester, carrying St George’s flag, asking him to avoid provoking the pro-Palestine protesters.

The University of Oxford and Thames Valley Police have been contacted for comment.

England batter Canada to claim the 2025 Women’s Rugby World Cup

Tod Manners
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England batter Canada to claim the 2025 Women’s Rugby World Cup

After consecutive final defeats in 2017 and 2022, England have finally claimed a third Women’s Rugby World Cup title in front of the biggest crowd ever in women’s rugby. Beating Canada 33–13 at Twickenham, England completed their dominance of the sport.

This was not a heroic underdog story. England have been utterly dominant over the last three years:they have not lost a game since that 2022 World Cup final, they have more female players than anyone else in the world, and they also have the only professional women’s league that has completed a full season. They had won every single game by multiple tries – their narrowest margin was an 18-point trouncing of France in the semi-final. And though all of that was true last time round – including having not lost a game since the previous World Cup final – the odds this time were definitely stacked in England’s favour.

England have put together a brilliant team over the course of the last three years. Captained by Zoe Aldcroft and coached by John Mitchell, England built the best side in rugby around a core of an excellent kicking game and a powerful pack, complemented by a talented range of options in the backs. Although a few teams have run them close – including Canada last year – Mitchell still hasn’t lost a game as England manager. Not only that, but this is an England team that has managed this unbeaten run without necessarily being the most tactically innovative or subversive side in the game. They are, at a basic level, Better At Rugby than everyone else. On home soil, and in electric form, this was England’s game to lose. 

Despite all of that, it was the Canadians that struck first, when Asia Hogan-Rochester touched down in the 5th minute after a chaotic, fast–paced counter–attack. Kevin Rouet’s side have played with extraordinary pace in this tournament, and England initially looked to be floundering in the face of a team that had dismantled New Zealand in the semi-final with the fastest ruck speed of any World Cup side, male or female – a frightening 2.45 seconds per ruck. But although the Red Roses appeared briefly to be on the ropes, this would prove to be the high-water mark for the Canadians. Only a few minutes after Canada had taken the lead, they lost it again as Ellie Kildunne danced her way through the Canadian defensive line, skirting past five Canadian defenders before tearing away to score under the posts in a genuinely staggering solo try. Particularly, however, England dominated up front. The current England pack is both metaphorically and literally immense, and they made their dominance count. 

England picked up one try directly from a mall, another from a scrum, and two more from close-range pick and gos. On multiple occasions when faced with the England pack’s drive, the Canadian scrum simply folded – literally. England made their physicality apparent in other ways too, most importantly in shutting down Canada’s record–breaking ruck speed. Rather than focus on slowing down the ruck, to which Canada have remained broadly impervious throughout the tournament, England instead slowed down the tackle, regularly bringing their opposition to the ground both powerfully and painfully slowly. In doing so, they thus sidestepped Canada’s most potent attacking weapon and were able to make their physical mark on the match.

In the kicking game, England again took the upper hand. Canada’s back three had looked wobbly under the high ball all tournament and England shifted their tactics to target that, kicking a veritable barrage of bombs and spiral kicks that often left Canada out of position and let the Red Roses put pressure on Canada in spite of having less territory and less possession than the North Americans. England’s backs, whilst mostly on the backburner, also contributed in their own way, putting in an excellent defensive performance to smother Canada’s attacking output. England had brought an all-court game to Twickenham, and used it to crush their opposition under heel. 

Canada, for their part, looked to run the ball, offload, and play at pace – tactics that had worked against the Black Ferns the previous weekend but that, when up against the might of this England side, seemed completely impotent. By the time Asia Hogan-Rochester went over for her second try in the 53rd minute, it already felt more like a consolation than a fightback, and though the Canadians never looked to have given up, they also never really looked like threatening the Red Roses’ lead. For Kevin Rouet and his side, it will certainly have been a disappointing performance, but it is also a marker simply of how vast the gulf is between England and any of their rivals at the moment.

The tournament also served as a marker of how far women’s rugby has come as a whole in the past couple of decades. When the Women’s Rugby World Cup was last in England, in 2010, around 30,000 people attended across 30 games. This time round, more than 42,000 people packed into the Stadium of Light for the opener alone. The total attendance for the tournament was more than 440,000 – three times what it was just three years ago. The final, played in front of a sold-out Twickenham, had more people attend than all but one men’s World Cup final. Women’s rugby has come an extraordinarily long way in the last 15 years. More women are playing the game than ever, and more people are watching. The prospects for the 2029 World Cup – to be held in Australia – look more exciting than ever. That is, as long as someone can figure out how to beat the Red Roses in the meantime.

Proposal for Europe’s largest solar farm set to be examined in Oxford

Grace Kyoko Wong
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Proposal for Europe’s largest solar farm set to be examined in Oxford

Plans for Botley West, which is set to become Europe’s largest solar farm, will be examined in a public hearing held by the Planning Inspectorate this week. If the project is approved, Botley West would span an area of around 1400 hectares across the West Oxfordshire, Cherwell, and Vale of White Horse districts in Oxfordshire. 

A spokesperson for Photovolt Development Partners (PVDP), the developer of the site, told Cherwell: “Botley West will deliver 840 MW of clean, affordable, homegrown, secure power – enough to power 330,000 homes – the equivalent of every home in Oxfordshire. This project represents a £1 billion investment in Oxfordshire’s electricity network and a significant greening of its power grid, currently one of the most carbon-intensive in the country.”

Botley West is considered a Nationally Significant Infrastructure Project (NSIP), and must therefore be examined and approved by the UK government rather than local councils.

However, objections have been raised to the project due to its potential impact on local communities and wildlife. Alex Rogers, Chair of the Stop Botley West Campaign, a community group, told Cherwell: “We are seeking a sustainable renewables project which is smaller and less damaging to our heritage, landscape, green belt, productive arable farmland and to the visual and health benefits residents in the area currently enjoy. 

“Our reading of [PVDP’s] Environmental Statement and associated documents has revealed many errors, shortcomings and misleading approaches to the analyses presented…they have demonstrated a blatant disregard to the concerns and needs of the estimated 11,000 people living within 1.5km of the proposed Botley West Solar Power Station.”

Natural England, a non-departmental government body, has expressed concerns about Botley West’s effect on local endangered bat populations. In a letter to the Planning Inspectorate, Natural England cited concerns on “potentially insufficient survey effort, methodology and interpretation…so the most important areas for bats have not been identified”, “insufficient detail on avoidance and mitigation measures”, and the “lack of detail on post-consent management and monitoring” of bat populations.

In response, PVDP told Cherwell: “The project has been calculated by independent experts to produce a minimum 70% biodiversity net gain on the site. The introduction of new hedgerows and community growing projects will also protect pollinators across the site and will help to protect and restore wildlife habitats. The temporary leasing of the land for the development will allow the land to recover from intensive farming, restoring soil quality and fauna on the site.”

The Environment Agency was contacted for comment.

The maddening art of procrastination

Abigail Christie
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The maddening art of procrastination

In delaying and avoiding writing this piece, I am succumbing to exactly what many university students are guilty of: procrastination. Though not among the seven deadly sins, procrastination is certainly pernicious enough to merit the place of runner-up. If you often find yourself deliberately racing against the clock – maybe in the midst of a frenzied last-minute laundry cycle, or perhaps composing your first and final essay draft in an adrenaline-fuelled scrawl – you’re in good company. 

So, why do we procrastinate? And why do we seem to hate it? Despite the speed of our increasingly digitised age, most of us seem to harbour some unrelenting desire to slow things down. To put tasks off until the very last minute. To stall. To dither. It is curious. 

For some, it is the urge to perfect everything to such an unattainable degree, that it feels ludicrous to even attempt to start. For others, it can be the pure dread of needing to tackle a task you just really do not want to do. Whatever the reason, procrastination seems to be a mental chore in itself. A staple in the forsaken name of productivity. Of course, we know we are – often painstakingly – only delaying the inevitable. 

From the intensive eight week bursts of term, coupled with the general pressures of university life, Oxford certainly provides the right environment for procrastination to thrive. For me, although procrastination would bare its teeth during term time, rebelling against relentless academic pressure, it didn’t quite leave me once term was over. Though essays and reading lists still loomed, the shadowy silhouette of a deadline at the end of the long vacation felt like a lifetime away. 

So I put it off. Pushed my to-do list to the furthest recesses of my mind. Tried to forget. Yet, this feeling of unproductivity gnawed at me endlessly. One of those itches that relaxation couldn’t quite scratch. But then I found if I opened my library-issued textbook, propped it out on the desk, with a pen and notebook placed strategically next to it, whilst I daydreamed out of the window right in front of it, I could hit that sweet spot of procrastination. I could exist on this liminal plane, simultaneously doing and not doing work, but feeling deceptively better for it. Reassured in my doing nothing, that I was doing something. 

It can take some mental fortitude to resist the perilous temptations of procrastination, to avoid spiralling into competition with time itself. I sincerely applaud those who can and do. But perhaps procrastination doesn’t have to be so awful, after all. Its dubious redemption comes to me in the form of temporary escapism. When my work is in front of me, and it is the last thing in the world I want to do, to abandon ship feels like waving the white flag. So those minutes that slowly tick over into hours move in a kind of golden haze, allowing my mind to drift to realms far beyond, without ever having to move an inch. Seems like an ideal resolution, for now. 

Both a luxury retreat for the overworked student brain and also a whirlpool into which productivity takes a nosedive, procrastination has both its merits and downfalls. Am I suggesting we embrace this age-old habit? Certainly not. But I am proposing that we cut it some slack. Before we skyrocket into the nihilism of procrastination and all its evils, we should pause. Perhaps the transient comfort of procrastination has been lost on us, after all. 

Reuben College wins bronze Food for Life accreditation

Juliette Mcgrath
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Reuben College wins bronze Food for Life accreditation

Reuben College catering team has been presented with a bronze Food for Life accreditation by the Soil Association, the first of all college caterers to have achieved this award. 

The Food for Life accreditation is nationally recognised, and acknowledges the team’s persistent dedication to providing environmentally sustainable and healthy food for students and staff. The endorsement encourages caterers to serve fresh food, source environmentally sustainable and ethical food, make healthy eating easy, and champion local food producers. 

Catering at Reuben has been run by the Reading-based, sustainability-focused catering company BaxterStorey since September 2023. This award recognises the on-site team for improving the impact of their food on both health and the environment. 

James Baker, BaxterStorey’s head of food for the South West, said: “We’re chuffed with this award – it’s a real credit to general manager Paul and the team at Reuben College.”

BaxterStorey provides catering at over 1000 locations across the UK, and is working towards achieving the Food for Life award at all its locations – including the Saïd Business School. 

Stephen Purbrick, Reuben’s Bursar, said: “We are delighted that Reuben College and BaxterStorey have received this award. It reflects our shared dedication to sustainability, along with a commitment to providing food to our College community that is nutritional, well-balanced, and delicious.”

The standards required to achieve the bronze level include stipulations such as prioritising serving more vegetables, pulses, and vegetarian meals, and mandate that at least 75% of dishes are cooked from scratch. Caterers must use free-range eggs, source meat from farms that satisfy UK animal welfare standards, and serve fish that is not on the Marine Conservation Society’s “fish to avoid” list. The use of genetically modified ingredients, “undesirable” additives, artificial sweeteners, and artificial trans fats is prohibited.

Other requirements include that there must be food waste reduction strategies in place, that menus are seasonal, and that catering staff are supported with relevant training in fresh food preparation. Caterers must be able to demonstrate their compliance with national guidelines on food and nutrition, and food suppliers must be verified to ensure that they apply appropriate food safety standards. Information about where food has been sourced from, and which foods are in-season, must be displayed.

Reuben’s catering team includes account manager Paul White, general manager Paul Sullivan, and head chef Dom Slee. 

They work with suppliers such as Alden’s Oxford butchery, Roots of Oxford greengrocer, and M&J Fresh Seafood to ensure sustainable and ethical food production.

How Streamers Use PUBG to Build Loyal Communities

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PUBG is one of the most popular games for students, and streamers. It isn’t just a battle royale —it’s a stage. A digital coliseum where streamers rise, viewers roar, and the line between gamer and entertainer gets beautifully blurred. While other titles might offer flashier graphics or faster pacing, PUBG’s tension-filled gameplay gives creators something priceless: time to connect.

In a world where attention spans are shrinking, PUBG lets streamers hold viewers longer by doing something revolutionary—talking. Joking. Teaching. Relating. All while pushing for that glorious Chicken Dinner.

It’s More Than Just Gameplay—It’s Storytelling

What makes a streamer stand out in a sea of players dropping into Erangel or Miramar? It’s not just headshots or clutch revives – it’s storytelling. Every round of PUBG is a new narrative: the hunt for loot, the high-stakes rotations, the chaotic final circles. Viewers aren’t just watching gameplay; they’re riding a wave of suspense.

And savvy streamers use that pacing to their advantage. While looting or scouting the zone, they’re answering chat, cracking jokes, or giving tips. It creates an easy rhythm where the audience doesn’t just feel like spectators—they feel like teammates.

This kind of engagement turns casual viewers into ride-or-die fans. It’s also where in-game currency like PUBG Mobile UC come into play—not just for customizing characters and weapon skins, but as a way for fans to mirror their favorite streamer’s look and vibe. That shared identity? It strengthens the bond even more.

Community First, Content Second

The best PUBG streamers know that performance alone isn’t enough. You don’t have to win every match—but you do have to win hearts. And that’s where building community comes in.

Whether it’s through Discord servers, naming squads after top supporters, or running custom lobbies, PUBG makes it easy to bring fans into the action. Streamers often create inside jokes, signature landing spots, or quirky challenges (pans only, anyone?) that become rituals. These shared experiences are more than content—they’re culture.

Even streamers with modest followings can grow deeply loyal communities by consistently showing up, chatting between games, and shouting out viewers. It’s the personal touches that make all the difference.

PUBG Encourages Collaboration

Another secret to PUBG’s streamer-fueled community magic? It’s built for collaboration. With squad-based modes and duo-friendly mechanics, creators can easily team up with other streamers, fans, or even randomly matched players to keep the content fresh.

These collabs often lead to crossover audiences, shared growth, and moments that go viral—not because of the plays, but because of the personalities. From wholesome revives to spicy betrayals, PUBG provides the sandbox. Streamers just add the spark.

And when viewers see their favorite creators supporting each other and laughing through wins and losses alike, it feels genuine. That authenticity fuels loyalty more than any giveaway or sub goal ever could.

Final Thoughts

At its core, PUBG is more than just a tactical shooter—it’s a relationship builder. Its slower pace, squad dynamics, and unpredictable storytelling make it the perfect playground for streamers looking to turn views into genuine communities.

And if you’re one of those fans looking to gear up like your favourite creator, topping up your PUBG Mobile UC is the way to go.

To read or not to read?

Amy Lawson
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To read or not to read?

It’s 5pm and I’m standing on a packed, unmoving train, somewhere between Swindon and Bristol Parkway, dodging questionable armpits and trying my best to get used to the sardine way of life. The chorus of coughing from the carriage is rapidly becoming a cacophony; the conductor makes a garbled announcement. Outside, fields upon fields of grey, a dreary, flat landscape with nothing to inspire. My spotify offline playlist has been sorely disappointing and, believe it or not, there are only so many Instagram reels a person can consume. 

I glance at the rucksack at my feet. It contains a copy of The Ghost Ship by Kate Mosse, the book I’m reading at the moment. 

Don’t do it, a voice whispers. You’ll be judged, ostracised. You’ll have no choice but to throw yourself off the train. 

That’s slightly ridiculous, I think. Throw myself off a stationary train? It can’t get sadder than that. What’s more, I surely couldn’t get more bored than I am now. Desperate times call for desperate measures. 

Haven’t you ever heard of being performative? the voice says, growing more snarky by the minute. Because that’s what you’ll be. 

It’s a classic battle of wills which I’ve been experiencing lately. To read or not to read, in public? The act has become something of a statement, a declaration that I, with my broken-in paperback, am far superior to all those around me scrolling on their phones or listening to music. What’s more, taking out the other book in my bag, a Latin text I need to read for my course, would be tantamount to laughing in my fellow passengers’ faces. There’s even a question as to whether I am actually reading at all, or just putting on a show for the people around me, who surely can’t have anything better to do than feel threatened by my taste. 

There is inevitably an element of the echo-chamber to this idea. I can’t imagine that people who don’t use the embarrassment-mongering machine that is social media are bothered by how it might appear when the person next to them whips out their edition of The Bell Jar at the bus stop. Moreover, there have definitely been stranger scenes on public transport, and, as long as you’re not performing a dramatic recital of your book, it’s about the least offensive activity you could be doing. 

Then there’s the argument that reading, like scrolling TikTok, is essentially another form of escapism: so why should we judge one more harshly than the other? The point is to transport yourself somewhere else that’s not the cramped environment of a train, to enjoy yourself in a world that’s not your own, but which can be for a brief moment in time. To say that reading is something only for the library, or for the confines of your own home, is to ignore the protean power it has. Reading only in these spaces makes the hobby a private, secretive thing, when, arguably, one of the great things about literature is its connective ability: seeing what other people are reading, and discussing it with them. Or, at the very least, stifling a laugh when the cover of Fifty Shades of Grey peeks up at you from the gap in a duffle bag. Perhaps I’m just nosy, but reading has both an intimate and a social element. 

Of course, there are pretenders out there. The trend of spotting the male manipulator reading in public has become ubiquitous; the criteria has been honed to a tee, and we are warned to watch out for moustache-sporting men reading feminist literature, carrying a tote bag and possibly smoking. Presumably the tote bag is where he conceals his other feminist novels, to keep a rotation going and attract different people, some suggest. It’s possible, though, that he actually does enjoy a bit of Simone de Beauvoir. We’ll never know. And therein lies the third element of reading: its mystery. 

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