Coming to university, I realised that the stable, effortless reliability of my friends from home was, all of a sudden, precarious and difficult to maintain.
You may not know the name, but you have almost certainly eaten the pastry. Does the bakery behind Oxford’s favourite cafés hold its own at the counter?
We’ve come to think of boredom as an inevitable but unpleasant gap between activities, or as space to fill, but we’ve stopped seeing that space as worthwhile in itself.
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?