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The secret (college) footballer: The Fans

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In my opinion, fans are overrated. I’ve never seen the appeal of having thousands of strangers hurl abuse at you for 90 minutes. It’s one of many reasons I’ve never handed in a transfer request to my college bursar stating my desire to move to a better supported club in the Premier League. In fact, I’m confident that my college is all the stronger as a club for only really having one person who can be counted on to turn up and cheer us on, week-in, week-out – our 12th man, so to speak. 

There are certainly plenty of advantages to low attendances. I really enjoy being on first name terms with our fan, and I’m sure he appreciates the opportunity to rub shoulders with his playing heroes both pitchside and on our nights off. I never forget to give him a wave before I head into the VIP room of one of Oxford’s hottest nightspots.

This intimate player-fan relationship simply doesn’t exist at bigger clubs, where the closest the fans can get to the players is to follow them on Twitter. Which isn’t to say that our fan doesn’t follow me on Twitter, of course. 

All of which meant I was a little bemused when I saw a story in the papers a couple of weeks ago celebrating the loyalty of the single Udinese supporter who made the trip to watch his team play away at Sampdoria.

If unwavering commitment to your team in the face of abject loneliness and the promise of disappointment is newsworthy, then I can think of several college football fans who more than deserve their fair share of media attention.

Priced out of the Premier League

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I present to you a question: How much do you love Wahoo on a Friday night? Is the answer ‘very much’? I thought so. Would you agree that the £5 entry fee really is a bargain for a night of such fun-filled frivolity? I thought so. Would you give up 12 nights of Wahoo to go to just one football game? Ah, I thought not.

But that is exactly what was asked of Manchester City fans at Arsenal this week. ‘£62!! WHERE WILL IT STOP?’ proclaimed the banner of one City fan at the Emirates Stadium and the unanswerable nature of that question should scare supporters across the land. If anyone else was, like me, neglecting looming deadlines and watching Super Sunday’s late offering instead this weekend, you’d have witnessed a game that was probably worth closer to £6.20 than it was £62. Laurent Koscielny’s early red card effectively ended the possibility of any competitive contest and after two first half goals from Messrs Milner and Dzeko respectively, City cruised to a comfortable win. The question is, even with so many world-class, international footballers on the pitch, is £62 ever a justifiable price to charge hard pressed fans just after the expensive Christmas period?

The commercial and business leaders of the country’s foremost Premier League clubs argue that it is, pointing to the rising cost of tickets across the board, for concerts, theatre performances and other major events across the country. This reasoning shouldn’t be immediately dismissed as preposterous, but it does contain one major flaw: these are all one off occasions. Premier League football clubs play 38 matches in a season, while the figure rises to 46 in the Championship. Almost each and every fan of these clubs would attend every single one of these matches if they had the means to do so, but the outrageous pricing policy of clubs across the country is an attack on passionate and loyal supporters everywhere.

On top of season tickets costing almost £1000, fans of Manchester United will be asked to fork out a minimum of £840 for their 19 away games this season, research by FourFourTwo magazine discovered. It is unjustifiable, untenable and simply unfair to ask football fans, a group traditionally made up of this country’s lower earners, to pay almost £2000 to watch a season of Premier League football. When will this stop? How far can this go? Perhaps, in times of prosperity, with wages rising and the cost of living reducing, ticket hikes would do relatively little damage. But in the current climate of ever dwindling disposable income, Premier League clubs are asking supporters for money which many simply don’t have.

We, the fans, are left asking what really matters to the footballing authorities these days. The banner in question, belonging to Richard Taylor, was removed by a steward at the Emirates under commands from above. Clearly, dissidents will not be tolerated. And the FA and Premier League’s disregard for fans extends beyond ticket prices. The timing of kick-offs has often infuriated fans, with the recent FA Cup tie between Brighton and Newcastle proving a perfect example. A 12:30 kick off when away fans are required to make a 350 mile journey is beyond comprehension: Is football’s governing body actively trying to push football fans away from attending matches?

Football supporters are as faithful and steadfast as it comes, and many wouldn’t blink an eye at putting their hands in their pocket if their club was ever in financial peril. But in fact, Premier League clubs have never been more prosperous. A new £3 billion domestic television broadcast deal comes into force next season, and the Football Supporters’ Federation have estimated that clubs could cut £32 off the cost of every single ticket purely from the increase in the TV pot. I’m not holding my breath. The Premier League have already admitted they will be putting no pressure on Premier League clubs to alter their ticketing policies as long as “attendances remain high.” So, perhaps, there is only one option. If attendances have to plummet before the authorities step in then maybe the time is ripe for a concerted, unified weekend of action. If the authorities actively push fans away from the stadium then let’s be pushed away. I know fans will feel unhappy with the prospect of leaving their clubs out of pocket, but are you willing to continue letting your club do the same to you?

So I ask you, fans of the world, to unite. Those who travel to games and protest are being ignored. Those who spend their hard-earned cash traipsing up and down the country every weekend are being disregarded. It’s time to answer the question “When will it stop?” with a loud and resounding “NOW.”

New rugby league side arrives at Iffley

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A new semi-professional Rugby League side Oxford RL are to play at Iffley Road during the 2013 season.

The club, which only formed in September 2012, are set to play in Championship One of the RFL ladder- the third tier of national Rugby League. Agreement has been made for the club to use the University’s Iffley Road Sports Ground, currently home to Oxford University Rugby Football Club.

The club have built strong relationships with, Oxford University, Oxford Brookes and the Armed Forces along with local Rugby Union clubs, whom they hope will back the introduction of this traditionally northern sport into Oxfordshire. Chief Executive Tony Colquitt is particularly pleased at the permission granted to use the ground. “It had to be a bespoke rugby stadium, and for me that meant Iffley Road, the iconic and historic home of Oxford University Rugby Union Club. I have to say the Union club and its board have been fully supportive. Once we had agreed the use of Iffley Road the business plan fell into place.” The club are proud to have a strong local connection, with players already signed up from the Oxford Brookes Rugby League team.

The idea for the club was originally devised by Professor Simon Lee and Andrew Thomas (Head of Sport Development for Oxford University). The team will be one of three new sides entered into the division along with Hemel Stags and the Gloucestershire All Golds. Within the first team, some experienced figures and impressive names have already signed up for the 2013 season; players coming from the likes of Widnes Vikings, Salford City Reds and Warrington Wolves have been brought in to help develop the less experienced players which the club are signing. The club also have an important partnership with Super League outfit Wakefield Wildcats and strong relationships with London Broncos and Australian side Sydney Roosters.

In particular, Media Officer Ryan Cousins says the club is aiming to introduce fans new and existing to the less well-known code of the game. “Rugby League is a fantastic sport. Supporters from the University and the surrounding areas are our key target market for fans. We have put together a brilliant team and we want to see more people involved in the sport. Oxford is a very historic city and we want to play our part in it.”

For Oxford RL’s first few seasons within the Semi-Professional arena, CEO Tony Colquitt hopes to establish the club within the region and consolidate their league position. “Our ambitions are pretty realistic. There is no drive for Super League. The club will represent the whole of Oxfordshire and the intention is to make it a local team managed by local people. If we get the game played within the schools and colleges of Oxford, whilst playing at a decent level, will represent a great success for the game. We want to deliver pathways both on and off the field and work closely with all of our partners.”

The first home league match at Iffley Road will be played on 14th April against the South Wales Scorpions at 3pm. Oxford RL is a club largely run by volunteers. To get involved in any capacity, contact Ryan Cousins on [email protected]

Let them take drugs

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The recent Lance Armstrong debacle has well and truly made a farce out of anti-doping procedures in sport. He has effectively stolen seven Tour de France titles from a peloton of more deserving, legitimate athletes. The fact that it was not questioned earlier, that a recovering cancer patient stormed his way to a cumulative 21000 miles of dominance, is utterly baffling. The systems in place are simply not effective enough, with the majority of tests being conducted a month after a letter of warning, giving athletes in any sport the chance to flush banned substances from their body prior to the screens. I do not even want to imagine how much money is spent on these measures by various governing bodies, but with a single EPO blood test costing $60 and urine tests costing nigh on $400 a piece, I would assume that the companies who produce them are not short of a few quid.

This got me thinking. Modern sport is all about the enjoyment both players and spectators receive from fair competition. Athletes thrive off breaking records and pushing the boundaries of what is humanly achievable, dedicating themselves to a life of toil and strain to achieve their goals, and sports fans love observing their efforts. Surely then, if the fundamental nature of sport is the strife to over-achieve, then why not permit the use of performance enhancers? The money saved on seemingly ineffective tests could go to a better cause, replacing them instead with regular health checks to make sure that the athletes are not being foolish with their new dietary freedom. Moreover, if all athletes partook in the taking of drugs, the fair competition, which we cherish so dearly, would become a whole lot more exciting.

 For instance, I would love to see Usain Bolt running the one hundred metres in six seconds, as opposed to the quite frankly pedestrian nine and a half that he currently coasts along at. I want Chris Hoy to cycle so fast around the velodrome that he creates a rift in the space-time continuum. Imagine if the ockey was set at 20 yards for professional darts tournaments, with Phil Taylor pumped up on a focusing chemical that allowed him to nail treble twenty from absurd range. Rugby would be so much more savage and thrilling if the thirty men who paraded out onto the pitch were gargantuan specimens – stacked troglodytes who looked anatomically unviable. As long as the administration of the substances is safe and controlled, the formation of a culture of performance enhancing drug taking in professional sport would be a welcomed decision for both athletes and spectators alike.

It would be naïve to think that such activities do not already take place, however, with the Lance Armstrong case proving a perfect example. I have also heard stories of top-flight rugby players taking a year out after school to go on a stringent course of muscle developing steroids and hormones, so that they enter their competitive careers with an unnaturally formed bodily advantage. I think it is safe to say that with people consistently getting caught out, one can assume that the partakers are numerous and that they clearly see the drugs as a risk worth taking. I thus suggest that we wash away with the taboo, and make athleticism fairer by dropping the ban of performance enhancing chemicals. The image of Michael Phelps swimming so fast that he planes like a motorboat confirms to me furthermore why they should be introduced. Lift the bans, and observe a transformation of sport as we know it, with the outrageous and the impossible becoming exciting realities. Roll on the first one minute mile.

Interview: Samuel Barnett

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Samuel Barnett’s impression of Oxford is understandably rose-tinted. Some of his History Boys incarnation’s idealising enthusiasm has undoubtedly rubbed off: “It was quite magical for me. Actually going there, seeing where my character would end up, was really special for me. I remember walking around the colleges thinking that it was more like itself than I imagined it would be. I’d seen pictures and films, but there was a kind of hush. I don’t really have the words.

“I went to school in Whitby in North Yorkshire; there was one girl trying for Oxbridge from the school. I remember thinking that I would have loved to go. If I hadn’t gone to drama school I would have wanted to try.  One of my favourite pictures is of me, Jamie Parker and Dominic Cooper on the steps of one of the colleges. It’s almost like the life I didn’t quite have.”

 It hasn’t turned out too badly, though, for Barnett or any of his History Boys contemporaries. In fact it’s really quite disarming just how well the cast have done since those first roles, with James Corden’s litany of plaudits for  Gavin and Stacey and One Man, Two Guvnors; Matt Smith’s success in Doctor Who; Jamie Parker’s run as Henry V at the Globe; and Dominic Cooper in, well, Mamma Mia amongst other things. I question whether Barnett thinks that this astonishingly consistent success is due to some savvy casting from the History Boys directors, or whether it was the production and film itself that gave them all a platform for success.

“That’s a very interesting question. They say part of being a good director is casting. They did cast it well. We were all very much at the beginning of our careers. It can’t have been that they thought ‘this person’s going somewhere.’ I think it’s the play itself that set us up. It just put us in the public eye.”

Barnett’s most recent roles have been in two acclaimed Globe productions: “queening it up”, as he puts it, as Elizabeth in Richard III and playing Sebastian in Twelfth Night. I ask him about how he approached playing a woman. “It was very difficult to start with. I think one of the main things I worried about was other women coming to see the show, given that I’m supposed to be a monarch, a queen who has four children, and then three of her children get killed. Even now when I do that, there is a little bit of me going, ‘I bet people don’t believe this. Women especially. Parents don’t believe this.’ I also didn’t want to try to be a woman. It’s so obviously men in women’s clothing. So I played it for status, rather than gender.”

With Phyllida Lloyd’s all-female production of Julius Caesar on at the Donmar, the practice of putting on an all-male play has come under some attack. “A lot of people have had an issue with this all-male cast. A lot of people who haven’t seen the show. For the most part – especially any women who have talked to me afterwards – people have said, ‘I forgot you were a guy. It’s devastating when you lose your children.’ I’m not really bothered with it myself. I see it as a concept piece of theatre. We play the people, not the gender.”

Playing at the Globe alongside Mark Rylance has been a new experience for Barnett. “It’s like learning a different language. It takes more energy. You have to be muscular. You can be incredibly subtle, but your level of energy has to be such that it carries to the 1500 people sitting around you. Richard becomes much darker in the Apollo. It feels more claustrophobic, it’s a smaller stage. I felt at the Globe it was more of a comedy than a tragedy sometimes, because in a way that’s what the Globe audience are responding to. It’s such a live atmosphere; there are so many things you can’t account for. I love that Mark Rylance has found so much comedy in Richard. When the darkness comes now, it’s like a real kick in the guts.

“I’ve never worked with anyone like Mark. It’s like a competition on stage, and you either enter into it and get the rewards or you can be back-footed and you won’t take off at all. He never has off days. He can take whatever is going on with him and put it into the play. It’s made me more confident. It’s brought me up as an actor to trust my instincts, to do things differently.”

Despite Barnett’s ostensible success, things haven’t always been without concern. Actors are often anxious that audiences will only remember them for one particular role, but it was the other way around for Barnett. “I was worried I couldn’t do anything else, that everything sounded like Posner, like I had always sounded. When I finished I was nearly 27 – I’m not your method actor, I’m really not, but I did feel like there was something about me as a person that had been stunted. And I suddenly grew up more, and found that I wasn’t capable of or interested in playing that kind of young role anymore.”

It’s not common for people to go straight to drama school after sixth form. Barnett is very frank when he admits that it wasn’t the right decision for him. “I was not ready. I had a very sheltered upbringing, and to move to London at the age of 18, I was beyond green. I had no idea about anything. It was a real shock, and I really didn’t get what I was doing there. I hated it; I really did want to leave. I do think that had I gone away to university for three years I would have got more out of it, I would have been more mature, I would have known how to study: I would have been hungrier for what they had on offer. Some people are ready, but I wasn’t.

“You have to really want it. It has to be the only thing you want to do. If not, don’t bother.”

Camera in Cambodia

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All this and more, including our group photostream, can be found on Cherwell Flickr!

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Photo Competition Winner – ‘Beginnings’

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Huge congratulations to Heather Dixon, the winner of our first week Photo Competition on the theme of ‘Beginnings.’ Here’s the winning shot: 

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From Heather: “For me, this really represents beginnings. The sun goes down and the party starts!”

Next theme is ‘Black and White‘ so send you monochromatic pics to [email protected] by Wednesday of 2nd week.

All winners will also be featured on our Flickr page!

Interview: Sophie Hulme

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“He’s just really, really not a humpy dog!” She’s talking about the new man in her life, her new beagle puppy, Alan. “Why Alan?” I wonder, thinking that there’s probably some edgy, alternative reason for the name. “Just a good name, isn’t it?” Well, yes, I suppose there’s no arguing with that. In fact, it’s a surprisingly apt reflection of the girl I meet. Sophie is down to earth, normal, and very funny.
 
Hulme and I are connected by that most bizarre of bonds: she’s a ‘family friend’. Although our parents have known each other since we were born, this is actually the first time I’ve met Sophie, and I have to say, the prospect of interviewing her left me a bit nervous. Since leaving university with accolades such as ‘Student of the Year’ and ‘Best Collection’ Sophie has developed her own hugely successful brand –Sophie Hulme. She now sells her collections to 120 stores across the world, and last year won the ‘Emerging Talent Award For Accessories’ at the British Fashion Awards, which, I am reliably informed, is “like the fashion Oscars”. She’s clearly a big deal.
 
Thankfully, Hulme is nothing like what you might expect of someone who lives in a world of high fashion and higher egos. I ask her about my media-led perception of the fashion industry and its tycoons. “The number of people who meet me and say, ‘Oh, you’re not actually awful!’ is ridiculous. Yes, the industry is a bit like the way it’s presented in the media. Designing is quite an egocentric thing to do, essentially, and there are a lot of people who are very into themselves. But [being a designer] is the thing I do. Yes, I love doing it and it is massively consuming, probably more than most jobs, but it is just the thing that I do, and it doesn’t mean it’s all I am.”
 
Of the plethora of awards that Hulme has won she says, “It is quite nice to have the recognition because invariably it’s taken a lot of hard work to get to that point. I didn’t really realise how big a deal the British Fashion Awards are; I really didn’t think I’d win and had absolutely nothing prepared. I said ‘This is bonkers!’ in front of just about every important person I’ve ever met. A couple of years ago I’d have been terrified by those people, but I think I’m taken a bit more seriously because of [the award] which is nice.”
 
Hulme left Kingston university with a degree in Art and Design and immediately started her own label. In such a ruthlessly competitive industry I wonder whether this was something she ever questioned or doubted. “I think you do have to be quite self-assured to start your own company and think it’s going to work. What actually happened was that we did a fashion show at the end of university and quite a lot of buyers came and said they’d be interested in my collection. I then took a capsule collection of about 20 pieces to a trade show and it sold well. That was it really.”
 
She wasn’t without her wobbles though: “In the middle of all this I was headhunted for a job – a job which would have been my dream job, were I not doing this. It was the most difficult decision because at that point I was about halfway there but still had no idea whether it was going to work or not. I’d put so much time and effort into it at that point so I decided to carry on [with my own label], and obviously I’m pleased about that decision now.”
 
And pleased she should be. Hulme’s professionalism is impressive, but she retains an innocent excitement about the extent of her success, “It feels like a really big deal when you first sell to a department store. My biggest dream was to be in Liberties [she now is] – seeing my name on a shelf there was a completely out-of-body experience. It’s a bit weird because it doesn’t feel like you: your name becomes this object that people discuss, and you can get a bit disconnected from it all. But it’s fun, it’s exciting stuff.”
 
I wonder how Hulme’s attitude to fashion and her own image has changed since being thrust into the limelight, and ask whether she feels the pressure to be a fashion role model herself. “If I’m being photographed then yes, I have to think about what I look like. But I don’t have a stylist and I don’t think I ever would. I don’t think about [how I look] too much. It seems to go the other way because it’s work: most designers I know who work really hard and take things seriously just wear really boring, round-necked navy jumpers and jeans. In fact, we all do.” She also mentions the fact that her fashion aspirations are a season ahead of what’s available in shops: “The things you own are the year behind the things you want to own. At the moment I’m excited about the next collection which is Winter. If I had those things I’d be wearing them all the time but when I get them I’ll be like, ‘Oh. But now I really want this.’”
 
As Hulme’s brand has grown, she’s found more and more time to design, which is what she loves although she acknowledges, “Managing people is a lot more time consuming than I thought it would be. At the beginning you’re doing everything on your own so I spent a lot of time organising the production side of things but now I have more time to sit down and think about what I want to make which is a real luxury.”
 
One of Hulme’s trademark ideas is that for each collection she designs, she also chooses a specific charm which customers are given with each purchase. “The idea is that loyal customers can build up a collection. It came from the fact that a lot of fashion is very fast-moving and my designs aren’t trend-led at all. I want to make things that last, and therefore they need to be well made. That’s partly the thought behind the charms: you collect them and they tell a story. It began as a hook, but it’s grown as its own thing now; people really like it. I didn’t expect that at all.”
 
I ask her where she finds the inspiration for her designs. “I go to a lot of flea markets and old costume shops. Military surplus stores are really interesting because it’s all so practically made, and serve such specific and extreme functions.”
 
Practicality in design is clearly important to Hulme. She says, “It’s very important to me that my clothes are wearable. I get inspired a lot by the practicalities of menswear. I think there’s a lot of fashion which isn’t particularly [wearable], and that’s a bit of a waste of time.” But she goes on to qualify this: “I mean, [my designs] aren’t wet weather gear or anything!”
 
Forging her own label straight from university was a brave choice, and one which seems to have worked for Hulme. I ask her if she has any regrets. “No. The thing I have realised though, is how incredibly difficult and competitive it is. I see hundreds and hundreds of other designers who’ve done several seasons of trade shows and haven’t sold anything, and I realise how incredibly lucky I’ve been. I’m so lucky that I can design what I want to design and that there’s a customer for that. Even people who have their own brand do have to skew it for what the buyers want, and I’m lucky that I can design what I want.”
 
It is clear that it’s taken a lot of hard work and ambition for Hulme to make it, and I wonder if there’s anything she’d advise people in similar situations to do when the odds are stacked against them. Her response? “Question the conventional wisdom.” This is something I hear her dad repeat later that day, and wonder if it’s a family mantra. If it is, it’s clearly working.
 
She elaborates: “There are so many preconceptions about what you have to do, in every industry, but especially in fashion. People say the first thing you have to do when you start out is a big fashion show. But because I didn’t really know that this was what everyone said you have to do, I didn’t. I thought about what actually made sense for me, and what people wanted.”
 
The future for Sophie Hulme? “I showed in Paris last season and in London the season before. I don’t want to do a big show every season yet. I think a lot of people do that too early, and you can spend an incredible amount of money on a show. I also think I’ve reached a nice place where I’m getting quite a lot of recognition. I sell to all the places I wanted to. I’m not in any rush to get into people’s faces: there’s quite a nice amount of spotlight on it at the moment so there’s no need to rush things.”
 
I ask Hulme if she’s had any awkward moments thus far, and she tells me about a meeting with an important client. “It had all gone so well, and when he was leaving he asked, ‘So, does Alan [who accompanies her to the studio] hunt?’ to which someone replied, ‘Well, yes he humps a little bit but he’s getting better.’ It was awful!” It’s a testament to Hulme’s charm and talent that the client agreed to continue working together.  
 
It’s hard to know where Hulme will take her brand in the future, but if we can be sure of anything, it’s that Alan will feature heavily.

Preview: Whipping It Up

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Cherwell’s Verdict
‘Still needs whipping into shape’

With a remake of the classic Yes Prime Minister shortly on our screens, this may be the perfect time to bring political comedy Whipping It Up to Oxford.   It falls into the same vein of political comedy, all backroom deals, complex plots and naked cynicism. This is the kind of play that must be carried by its cast; when the audience have nothing to hold their attention but actors and office furniture, the standard has to be consistent and strong.

Unfortunately, the cast of Whipping It Up don’t seem to be quite there yet. Their performances are, granted, competent, and there are even a few gems amongst them.  Josh Dolphin puts in a solid performance as a deputy whip, although doesn’t quite gel with his main partner in the previewed scenes.  Many of the roles are filled with simple caricatures that don’t do the script justice – the senior Tories hammed up and blustery, the junior ones theatrically nervous, without either ever being believable.   

That, of course, could simply be a case of more rehearsal. What is more worrying is a distinct lack of energy across the cast. British political comedy runs the gamut from the sedentary Yes Minister of the eighties to the frenetic The Thick of It of the noughties, and this production falls firmly in the former’s camp.  The general pace and staging are far too sedate to expect any laughs from some the genuinely funny lines; actors are always seated, the conversation slow and steady, with no emotion, flair or dynamism thrown in.
The actresses of the piece, however, offer some respite from the rather staid male performances.  Their scenes genuinely command attention – Siwan Clark brings a real feeling of suspense into her scene with Dolphin, while Emily Troup’s energy makes her scenes a pleasure to watch. However, even these scenes seem somewhat marred by the directors somewhat inexplicable choice to lay on the sexual tension with a trowel, to the point you wonder if there’s something else going on you don’t know about it.

This play still has a chance to get better: it is mediocre rather than bad, and many of its weaknesses will improve in time for its second week debut. One can only hope the better members of the cast will left their colleagues up, to help bring out the humour in what is a genuinely very funny play.

Focus on… Pegasus Theatre

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Iffley Road is not obviously interesting, certainly not when compared with the buzz of its sister roads, Cowley and St. Clement’s. But go far enough down, and nestled among the staid elegance of three storey red-bricks, a dark-gleaming box-like building emerges. It is the Pegasus Theatre.

But to call it a Theatre diminishes its uniqueness. Certainly, Pegasus does theatre, but not like anywhere else in Oxford.

The driving force behind Pegasus is to get young people into theatre. “All our projects aim to work on self-esteem, building confidence, inspiring people to be creative,” explained Angharad Phillips, Youth Arts Leader at Pegasus.

The range of projects Pegasus involves young people in is impressive in and of itself. There’s dance, drama, music technology, technical theatre work, creative writing, and the occasional course on filming, all of which end in performances. Most of the classes are based in the theatre itself, but a lot of the time Pegasus takes drama elsewhere, to schools and community centres across Oxford and Oxfordshire. The aim is to help those who would not, otherwise, be able to access theatre, whether because of socio-economic disadvantages, or because of living in the depths of the country.

Last year they ran an international arts festival called Mesh, “where we had young people coming from Croatia, Germany, France, the Netherlands, Russia, Thailand, Iran, and they all came together and they worked together for ten days to produce a full scale production using music, drama and dance and lots of languages,” said Phillips, with a chuckle at the end of the sentence, as if having so many languages all under one roof might have been a logistical nightmare. “We worked mainly in English, though we had translators, and in the final show we tried to represent the different languages.”

Pegasus’ youth projects tend to be grouped under themes, this year’s being Food and Justice. “We’re looking at themes of how our decisions impact others, and global themes of waste and food miles and asking lots of questions around the ethics of food,” said Phillips. The groups then interpret the theme as suits them best; “one of our groups is taking inspiration from the King Midas story of the golden touch, of wanting everything but then that not actually being everything it’s cracked up to be.”

Pegasus gets results, too. Young people from their courses tend to come back for more; some even end up working for the theatre, like Phillips herself. A member’s committee, comprised of young people, takes part in the governance of Pegasus, helping with sub-committees and sending representatives to the Board of Trustees.

The building was “redesigned” just a couple of years ago, though it was actually more of a slash, burn and rebuild – the only original part is the shell of the theatre proper. The architects consulted both the staff and the young people, one of the results of which is the floor’s colour scheme; “the young people commented… that Pegasus was like an enchanted forest where you never knew quite what was round the corner – so the dappling on the floor is to reflect sunlight coming through dappled leaves.”

Theatre that makes young people think, where the courses are not run merely for them, but also partly by them, all housed in a stunning new structure – it should make for a pleasant change from underfunded and understaffed pretentious drivel. And if you don’t want to pay to see their shows, their numerous volunteering opportunities include ushering.