Friday 13th March 2026

Lifestyle

All roads lead to bagels: Green Routes review

Don’t get me wrong, I love my college. I’d proudly defend it against most criticisms. But it does have one major flaw: the absence of Sunday Brunch. So, to overcome this tragedy, and in the hope of appeasing my hangover with some much needed sugar, I headed out last week to the Green Routes Café in Cowley.

All (college) creatures great and small

Growing up, the loving companionship of animals had been a constant for me – a living, breathing reminder that life is worth treasuring and slowing down for. Yet, now separated by hundreds of miles, at university the happiness I had felt amongst my animals began to dissipate. That is, until I saw the cat tree in my college lodge and heard the tip-tapping of four paws across the wooden floor.

Oxford meets Hackney meets Mexico City: Bigfoot reviewed

I kept noticing this decidedly cool bar a little way down the Cowley Road. With fairy-lights strung across its wooden terrace and ‘Bigfoot’ scrawled in playful letters across the glass, it seemed slightly out of place on Cowley Road.

Gen Z and Oxford: Nihilism inside the bubble

We all know that Oxford can feel like a bubble. Every day brings new challenges and new deadlines, to the extent that a week can pass in an instant and there is just no time to peek outside of the blinkered existence of tutorials and the occasional pub trip. But this tunnel vision can become restrictive, and even self-perpetuating.

My Diary: Self-reflection or self-sabotage?

Carolina Julius discusses the good, the bad and the ugly sides of daily journalling.

The purgatory between Oxford and the West Midlands.

When my “yahs” replaced my  “yows” I knew I was in trouble. Last year, I wrote a poem about my Black Country accent. I...

Dating across the Oxbridge divide

Can love exist beyond the boundary of Oxford and Cambridge? Laurence Cooke discusses.

Take Cover: A review of Sartorelli’s

Being handed a pager fills me with panic; I can’t help feeling a bit of a rush. I'm handed the black chunk of plastic...

Is Life Meaningless?

Believe it or not, this is an article about hope. For hope to last, however, I believe that it must be earned. We thus...

Has Atik’s closure cursed Oxford nightlife?

In my first year, I was a regular Atik attendee, especially at Park End. Chris Duke’s shout-outs, the cheese floor and Ahmed's chips on...

The definitive ranking of (most) Oxford matcha

Matcha, rich in antioxidants and caffeinated, is my go-to when I don’t want anything espresso. Yet not every store in Oxford sells it – I have been a victim of many bad matcha lattes over the years. Here’s a ranking of the matcha lattes I’ve had in Oxford.

Kissing my husband? Groundbreaking.

My boyfriend and I are married!! For over two years now, wow - what a journey. At 20, some could say it’s a bit...

My parents, Oxford, and me

My parents studied at Oxford, which meant I knew Oxford before I knew myself.  The university found a way to fill each nook and cranny...

Inauguration Day: ‘No one can claim complicity from across the ocean’. 

First, a proclamation: I voted for Kamala Harris in the 2024 US election. Second, a geological fact: I am from Seattle, Washington. Washington is...

New Year’s Resolutions: In or Out?

As another year rolls around, I am (still) not doing enough exercise. And so, yet again, I will resolve to exercise more. But why...

Oxford cured my perfectionism

So the Oxford workload, rather than triggering a stress response, has instead desensitised me to the fear of academic failure. Exposure therapy, I suppose. It’s very freeing.

Home, and how to find it

It seems like life after university is a journey to find our way home, whatever that means.

Three Thousand reasons to slurp

I thought the place was great, especially as a very quick sit down option.

Christmas mourning

This will be my second Christmas without presents wrapped in wallpaper, and gift tags with clues on them rather than names...

A defence of students’ reliance on AI (and how to fix it)

Unless my friends are particularly fiendish, I’m pretty certain that “I’m just going to ChatGPT this essay” is a phrase we have all heard....

The last tutorial: Let the nostalgia – and the anxiety – sink in

Many of us have heard the dreaded ‘So… any idea what you’re doing next?’. It makes me a little irate, anxious, and on the verge of a minor breakdown, as you can probably tell. Two years of my undergraduate degree have somehow disappeared with the blink of an eye – I am older but seem to be none the wiser.

Good soup: India’s sauciest secret 

I associate with soup, the fiery plains of eastern Rajasthan, the smokiness of coal roasted jeera in a Kadai pan, and the creators of a warm, comforting dish full of love, compassion, unity and humility.

Interrupting Oxford time: Can we defend the clocks falling back?

Are we are giving daylight savings time just a little more hatred than it deserves? Sophie Price looks into the benefits of the time change for both early risers and night owls.

Abolish the high table

There’s something that makes the high table feel a bit off. Maybe it’s because the hierarchy of academia it represents hits a bit too close to home. A bit too close to the bitter sentiment in British society towards class domination.

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