Barely a month has passed since we made our flustered entry into 2026. But it seems like the verdict is already in: your honour, we’ve had enough. Bring back 2016.
During these cold winter months, in which – thanks to that pinnacle of British construction, breathable walls – I wake up in a freezing room, I find great solace in hiding beneath my blanket.
My best memories of gallivanting around Europe were of parks. They were found in the tranquility of self-reflection as I enjoyed the serenity of nature, clutching my too-expensive coffee and watching the ducks swim about in the river as the cold winter wind whipped the fallen leaves off the ground beside me.
On being accepted into Oxford, everyone warned me about the reading lists. “You’ll be reading eight hours a day,” they said. At the time, it sounded almost romantic.
As part of an international effort to raise awareness of extreme poverty, and money to fight it, Asia Lindsay takes up the challenge of living on £1 a day for a week
Two Oxford students headed to Europe for a bit of springtime culture and relaxation on the cheap. One was a Classicist looking for some Roman Ruins; the other was a History student more keen on the 20th century ruins of the Berlin Wall. How did their holidays compare?