The University of Oxford awarded eight honorary degrees at its annual Encaenia awards ceremony today. Among the recipients were British athlete and Olympian Sir Mo Farah; Irish author and academic Professor Colm Tóibín; broadcaster and parliamentarian Lord Melvyn Bragg; and BBC journalist Clive Myrie. Dame Jacina Ardern, the former Prime Minister of New Zealand, had also been due to receive an honorary degree but was unable to attend the Encaenia ceremony.
The ceremony took place in the Sheldonian Theatre with...
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