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The weekly chopper: third edition

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Term is now in full swing with most colleges close to stumbling upon their final crews for Eights. Whispers of improving weather forecasts and the chance of a shot at glory have drawn part-timers back into boats, and the final push towards Eights week is approaching.

Progress at Peter’s

It would appear St Peter’s have some grand plans. Rather than participating in the occasional external regatta somewhere fairly local, they’re planning to travel to Nanchan, China for the 2018 World Leading Universities Regatta. It will be a big step up for these boys – with advertising reading that they wanted competitive 2k scores we expect most college rowers are in with a shout, judging by their standard of rowing.

Keble crash

Keble are turning into the gift that keep on giving. Our sources inform us that their coach was seen digging them out of the bank at Godstow with a spade. Has their infamous cox made a return? Other rowers are calling on OURCs to take action over the now-infamous bow ball incident – but it looks as though bureaucracy may get in the way of a proper punishment, once again.

Trouble at Teddy

Teddy Hall landed themselves in hot water this week after trying to snake their way round the sabbatical officer. After the Hall had posted about subs for their M2, the Row Sab quickly pointed out that the outing was in restricted times for first crews only. An attempt to edit the post was snuffled out by the cunning officer, who left them red-faced in front of the college rowing community.

Hungry like the Wolf

This could be a strong year for the Wolfson women. They have a number of returning Blues, and while a headship bid is more or less out of the picture for this year, it could be within sight for next: a strong showing looks increasingly likely. This may be thwarted by
Keble W1, who have improved every time we’ve seen them. Last year’s headship winners Wadham have been looking a little rusty – it looks unlikely that they’ll finish as head for the fifth year in a row.

Green and mean

On the men’s side Jesus have been looking strong. After a meteoric rise last year, the boys in green look set for a solid push into Division One. Lower down, Trinity look fast. While this prediction could come back to bite, there’s every chance that they might be able to climb rapidly this summer, with several weak crews ahead of them.

The weekly chopper, Cherwell’s new college rowing column, is brought to you by the teams behind The Isis Chopper, the Radley Chopper, and our own team of informants.

Students defy University’s trashing clampdown

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Second-year Medicine students were trashed outside Examination Schools on Thursday, despite the University launching a fresh crusade against the post-exam ritual.

The ‘What a Waste’ campaign was publicised for the first time on Monday, and reminded students that the practice can lead to disciplinary action and fines of up to £300.

However, there was one noticeable change in the University’s approach to trashing, as the gates leading out from Exam Schools onto Merton Street were locked and guarded by security staff following the Psychology for Medicine paper.

Despite the fact that students wishing to be trashed were forced to come around the side of Exam Schools onto Merton Street, the University Proctor, Cecile Fabre, told Cherwell: “The University’s policy in this area has not changed.”

She said: “Anti-social post-examination celebration, or ‘trashing’, has long been – and continues to be – against University regulations, and students breaking the rules are liable to significant fines.

“Through the What a Waste campaign, we are asking students to consider the social, environmental and personal impacts of trashing – as well as reminding them that it contravenes the University’s Code of Discipline.

“While the Proctors appreciate students want to celebrate after exams, we urge them to do so considerately and away from the exam halls.”

A student who attended the trashings and asked to remain anonymous due to the threat of fines told Cherwell: “For some reason that was not shared with anyone their to trash the medics, the gates were locked, and the medics emerged from around the corner.

“The lack of transparency from the uni as to its inconsistent policy feels pretty unprofessional and condescending to students who just want to celebrate with their friends.”

The news follows a Cherwell investigation, which revealed that the University spends over £25,000 a year on trashings between overtime for security staff, cleaning areas outside exam halls, and hiring barriers.

A University spokesperson told Cherwell: “inconsiderate, entitled behaviour passed off as ‘trashing’ can damage Oxford students in the minds of the community and the wider public.

“Getting through examinations is a milestone but we urge our students to find ways to mark this which are far less damaging, costly and – frankly – annoying to community neighbours, the City Council and fellow members of the University.”

The investigation also dispelled the myth that trashing started recently, after reports from alumni revealed that it has occurred since the mid-1970s.

Nigel Owens: ‘I don’t want to be a celebrity’

The match was England vs Italy in the 2007 Six Nations. It was a relatively irrelevant game for most fans, and went according to script. England, who would come a disappointing third in the competition overall, put in an uninspiring performance to overcome a mediocre Italy outfit – few batted an eyelid at the result. But for a young Nigel Owens, the game was unforgettable: it was his first at the Six Nations level.

When I talk to him, he tells me about the experience. “I remember refereeing Martin Johnson for the first time as a young referee doing my first ever game at the European level, and with his presence and stature in the game, you are actually thinking ‘well I’m telling Martin Johnson off here’.”

The moment seems to have surprised him, as if he did not have the right to be telling off this giant, in both senses, of the game. But a lot has changed since then. Owens now has nearly 400 professional refereeing appearances, and is no longer surprised or amazed by the people he comes face to face with as part of his job.

“It feels like anything I guess, you just do your job. It doesn’t matter who the player is or what the size of him is.”  He says that the retiring politeness of rugby players towards their often much smaller referees is unsurprising when you are involved in the game. “If you’re ever really involved in rugby, you will know that the referee’s decision is final and the players tend to respect that. The values of the sport allow the referee to tell the players off no matter what their size is.”

“Like anything, this is just me doing my job and rugby has always been that. So that’s why some people looking from the outside in will think that that is something special, and maybe it is something special, but for me it doesn’t make any difference at all if you’re facing a 6ft 8 player or a 5ft 8 player.”

Owens refereed his first match in 1987 (the match was between the under-15s teams of Carmarthen and Pembrokeshire – he was 16). At that point, rugby was still an amateur sport and hadn’t entered its modern professionalism. I ask Owens what else has changed in the game since that amateur era.

“The game is now faster and more in-play time. The other thing that has changed is the discipline of the sides. There are now procedures that inspire professionalism and accountability, you don’t see twenty years ago the old dirty games where there’s a big fight and players hitting people on the ground. A lot of that is gone from the game now and so that has changed as well over the years.”

Just as the players have professionalised, so has the officiating. Technology has entered the game in the form of a review system and the multiple cameras which film even the lowest level matches mean that every fan and viewer can play the referee. Sometimes, of course, the technology still abandons the referee. Owens, in a now-famous moment, had to be handed a phone from the sidelines in a 2012 match between Munster and Glasgow to communicate with the Television Match Official (TMO).

Owens says that the new technology has made the refereeing job more complicated.
“It’s added more pressure on me as a referee. The pressure on refs now is f

ive times more than it was five years ago, and 10-15 times more than it was twenty years. The pressure on refs is huge – you can’t comprehend it until you do it.”

Despite the increased pressure, Owens still has a dispassionate view of his unusual job. “You are just there to do your job, so all I need to do is referee to the best of my ability to keep learning and that’s all I am focussed on doing. So if people want to criticise, that’s out of my control. As long as I work my hardest and do my best that is all that matters to me.”

Despite the increased scrutiny, Owens still relies on trusted friends rather than media pundits. “People that I trust will give me the feedback that I will take on board if I need to. Those are the people I will listen to, more than people will say and what they will write.”

Owens is not a normal referee. When he talks to me he is in an official mode. He is direct, impatient, and makes an interviewer nervous about putting a word wrong.

You feel the presence which allows the small Owens to talk down to some of the biggest personalities in international sport. However, when he is off the pitch, he uses his personal experiences to encourage and help others.

Owens publicly came out in 2007 during an interview with Wales on Sunday. At the time, he said: “It’s such a big taboo to be gay in my line of work, I had to think very hard about it because I didn’t want to jeopardise my career. Coming out was very difficult and I tried to live with who I really was for years. I knew I was ‘different’ from my late teens, but I was just living a lie.”

Ten years on and he thinks that the taboo has decreased in rugby. He tells me: “rugby itself is an environment that has a huge amount of diversity and its inclusiveness is something that the sport can be proud of. In rugby, in my case in Gareth Thomas’ case, and I know many many club rugby players who are out as gay and are just one of the normal boys at the club. Rugby is a sport that you can be yourself in.”

The picture of rugby as an inclusive sport is one that may be hard to accept. Only recently, Australia full-back Israel Folau caused controversy by claiming that God’s plan for gay people was “HELL”. Owens attacked Folau for the comments, but doesn’t think that they say anything wider about the sport. “Rugby is breaking down those barriers, you have individuals in society and all sports and all walks of life and there are individuals

in rugby who don’t like people for their religious beliefs or sexual orientations. That is down to an individual not the rugby culture itself.”

Owens has also made the choice to speak publicly about his experiences with his mental health. He has talked about a suicide attempt when he was 26 and his struggles with eating disorder bulimia nervosa. He says that the experience is often difficult. “It’s not easy to talk about it. The only reason I am talking about it is because I know it is helping people.

“Talking about the mental health has helped me I guess, but I accepted and dealt with mental health issues before I started talking about them open and publicly. By speaking about them, it has made me realise that I was far from the only one with mental health issues and also what a huge problem it is. Particularly among men and boys as well, people don’t seem to talk about it and how important it is that I am sharing that story and how much it is helping other people as well. I don’t talk about it for my own good, I talk about it because I know it helps other people.”

Owens has been speaking at an event before I talk to him. He says that “a woman came up to me and said that her son had just come out to her a couple of weeks ago and it was a huge amount of help to her in realising what her son was going through or had been through. That’s the reason I do it.” Owens has opened himself up to vulnerability and has put himself in a position that must often be painful or uncomfortable. Yet, he does it because he has seen a problem and wants to use his experiences to address it. It is an act of social awareness that can only be praised.

It is also an act which has made Owens well-known. He had already gained a reputation on the pitch for his quick-witted one liners, and his often repeated phrase that “this is not soccer”. However, Owens rise to prominence has not been without criticism. Former Leicester utility back, Austin Healey, recently said that Owens may be “too big to referee”. The Welshman is quick to attack when I repeat the suggestion that he is a celebrity. “I wouldn’t say I’m a celebrity referee. I disagree with that statement. I am not a celebrity but I am well-known.”

“I am well-known, I guess, because of my ability as a referee being able to ref games has made me well-known. I haven’t become well-known because I want to be well-known, it is just a by-product of me being good at what I do. Because I was the first open gay in professional rugby to come out, and because I spoke about it publicly, that also has made me well-known within other parts of society.”

I ask him specifically about Healey’s criticism, and he again rejects the idea that he is now a celebrity. “I don’t talk about the mental health issues and the sexuality and the depression because I want to be a celebrity. I talk about it, no matter how painful it can be, because I know it helps other people.

“My style of refereeing is just my natural style of who I am, so I don’t say these things in order to be funny or to be well liked or well known. I won’t say something funny because I want to get some YouTube clicks on it. I don’t do it for that, I do it because it’s just who I am. People like Austin Healey want to do an article because they want to make themselves a celebrity – well, that is entirely up to them. It’s not why I do it.”

Owens also seems to be personally offended by the idea that he has become a worse referee in recent years. “I would say that I reffed the World Cup final two-and-a-half years ago, and I was the World Rugby referee of the year, and refereed the 2015 final and the England-France game which was seen as one of the great games of the Six Nations ever.” Perhaps Owens’ steel façade actually covers an individual who is, unsurprisingly, affected by criticism.

Yet, like many sports personalities, Owens is himself problematic. When I ask him about the ‘lad culture’ problem in rugby he starts by addressing it directly. “If it means acts of violence, sexism, drinking, and shunning sensitivity when you’re in a group of mates, then I haven’t come across that in rugby myself and if it does exist in rugby, then it’s certainly changing with the inclusiveness of the sport and society in general and quite rightly so too.”

But he then tries to escape facing the problem with a semantic game. He starts debating what the real meaning of ‘lad culture’ is, rather than facing up to its dark and inherent existence within the sport. “If six mates were having a beer somewhere, is our conversation and the way that we swear ‘lads culture’ because we wouldn’t do those things in front of [our] wives or girlfriends? I am not sure what ‘lads culture’ really means then in that sense. Or can it be defined in different forms acceptable and not acceptable forms?”

Owens’ linguistic excuse for rugby starts to fall through and you get the sense that he is avoiding the issue. “It’s the same, I suppose, as if I’m speaking in front of a group of men or at a dinner with men and I use the odd swear word. I guess that is ‘lad culture’, because if I was speaking in front of the WI or a group of women I would not use the swear words. I would not use it in front of children. So, [it depends] what is defined as ‘lad culture’ I suppose, and that is down to what people define it as.”

He tries to make back some ground by saying: “What people need to differentiate between, I believe, is what is right and wrong, and what is acceptable or not, and what is banter or and not. ‘Lads culture’ is used sometimes as an excuse by people, ‘lads culture’ is irrelevant. What should be prescient are the morals of right and wrong. There’s nothing wrong with ‘lad culture’, or the women’s culture or ladies culture: I think what people should judge people on is what is acceptable and what is not and what is right and what is wrong.”

But it is clear that, like many in the game, he does not see that rugby has a problem. While his – and many others’ – attitudes stay the same then rugby cannot truly modernise. If you take his view of rugby, it is a utopia and that is simply not the truth.

Nigel Owens is a complex man with contradictions in his personality. While he evidently has views which many would see as problematic, he has also acted to help others and has not shied away from discussing his own experiences so that others can feel happier in themselves. He is a breath of fresh and positive air to rugby, and yet sees rugby as a game which doesn’t need that fresh air. He brings modernisation to a game that he sees as already modernised enough.

There is no suggestion that Owens should escape scrutiny for his more contradictory opinions. But he is a great referee, a great inspiration for those who have suffered in silence, and, ultimately, a great man – there is no doubt that Owens does more good than harm.

“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’.