Sunday 14th September 2025

Lifestyle

My journey with British identity

I was gently raised with the idea that Britain was fair and decent, a country that meant something good. This was likely shaped by growing up in Devon, somewhere...

Performative perfection and the reality behind the Instagram post

It’s a beautiful Sunday morning, and I’m scrolling through Instagram. One of my resolutions...

The girl who lived

Like Harry Potter under the stairs, I was ‘the one who lived’. A rainbow...

The art of snacking in an ingredient household

There’s something quite liminal about being a student. One minute you’re running around a...

Being loved in a loveless environment

Ava Doherty reflects on university friendships – and laments how it can often feel like a loveless environment

A homely solution to stress

Sometimes the strangest methods are the most effective.

Ssh… here’s the debrief on gossip

Gossip – does it have redeemable qualities, or is it simply inexcusable? Amy Lawson discusses.

Flash in the Pan Pan: Street-food style Asian tapas

On quiet St Clements Street, a warm glow welcomes guests from behind an unobtrusive facade – Pan Pan restaurant promises a casual and comfortable dining experience.  

Table for one: the quiet joy of solo travelling

In the summer before starting university, with my place at Oxford secured, and the reality of the impending plunge into the unknown beginning to dawn on me, I embarked on a three-week long solo trip around Italy.

Zero social anxiety?

Tiktok is helping us see what it might be like to have no social anxiety. But is complete disinhibition something we should all aspire to?

Stuck in a loop: Are you balancing your studies with your cycle? 

The menstrual cycle is not a disadvantage – understanding and accommodating it can bring huge advantages.

Why the rise of digital cameras?

There is an effortless quality to the pictures that seems to send out the message: I am not here to impress.

Split the G: the performative cult of Guinness drinking 

Beatrix Arnold discusses the golden harp, the ritualistic three-part pour, and the bravado of splitting the G

Digital Immunity

What if our concentration spans aren't doomed by the rise of short form content? Juliette McGrath reveals that there might be hope for us yet.

On being a fringe friend

The concept of being a fringe friend sounds pretty terrifying – but the alternative sounds even worse.

Staying green in Oxford

At home, things are quite simple: clearly labelled bins for various types of recycling, a reassuring food waste bin at hand in the kitchen,...

Finding the ‘I’ in Recovery

"Ultimately, getting better is not about erasing the past in the promise of the future; it is learning to say your name with a smile, knowing it has always been yours to say and will continue to be."

Trickster, terror, schemer, sly: Six years of April Fools

Exclusive secrets finally revealed by an April Fools mastermind

Disability and deferral: My unconventional journey to Oxford

Just over three years ago, I received my Oxford offer.  Like most sixth formers, my Oxford acceptance email came in the middle of my mock...

Reflections on the perils of overthinking

here is a lot to be said for blind positivity. On a good day, I’m a manifester, a big believer in my ability to speak things into existence. During my English A-Level, I had complete confidence that the crystals hidden in my bra would provide enough luck to snag me an A*. Today, I put great faith in words, relying on the same ‘I can do it’ that gets Olympic athletes across the finish line, to help me through difficult situations.

The fourth year: Oxford after your year abroad

I’m now in my fourth year, and as such, must grapple with the reality of my Oxford days drawing to a close. Granted, this is something that every student must contend with, and I watched on as most of my friends bade a fond farewell to this city where our friendships began when they graduated last summer. Yet there is something about the fourth year that I’m certain makes the final year even more strange: a sense of something already lost, of living in a moment that has already passed.

An evening at Pierre Victoire: French bistro dining at its best

Pierre Victoire has been here on Little Clarendon Street for decades – one of our porters even worked there before coming to college. So...

Being Cupid isn’t easy: What I learned from a term of running Cherpse

Now, having exhausted myself with these relentless pursuits, the job has been passed on to a new bright-eyed Cupid, and in my retirement I’ve become fondly reflective, and decided to curate my insights into this list: 

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