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Been there, done that, got the offer

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Term is over. Cars stuffed with double duvets for single beds, full-length mirrors and boxes upon boxes of fancy dress deemed by all back home as excessive (they just don’t understand) have long since made the trek back home. It’s Quality Street and box sets agogo from hereon in.

But wait. “What’s that sound?” I hear you cry. That, reader, is the sound of whimpering en masse. For at the end of Michaelmas our rooms are not filled with conference guests wondering why the hell the company couldn’t shell out for the Hilton, but teeny tiny Sixth Formers quaking in their plimsolls. For them ‘tis the season to shape the course of their future. It is to them that we must spare a thought. Do they know it’s Christmas time at all?

Having now experienced the mental boot camp from both sides of the barbed wire, I have taken it upon myself to collate a by-no-means definitive list of survival tips for our prospective college family descendants. Here goes:

  • Boys – don’t dress overly smartly. This is a sure-fire tell that you are very posh or very not and makes you stick out like a sore (albeit immaculately dressed) thumb. Even those of us who don’t know our Georgio Armani from our George at Asda from looking will be able to tell which you are from the moment you open your gob.
  • Similarly, depending on whether you’re at a Christ Church or a Wadham, don’t follow suit and play yourself up or down. No-one wants to know which house Daddy jetted you off to to give you your Virgin Galactic ticketsand no-one wants to hear about the time your foster parent saved up to give you a piece of coal and a satsuma for your combined birthday-Christmas. Exaggeration makes people want to kill you.
  • Do make friends. In retrospect, bonds formed at interviews may have more in common with Chilean miners than BFFs but they’re a pleasant distraction at least. Also, on the off-chance you all get in, it makes Freshers Week that wee bit less awkward.
  • Don’t make ‘special’ friends – on the off-chance you both get in, it makes Freshers Week that wee bit more awkward.
  • Don’t mention the stonking great elephant in the room that is A Levels; there’ll always be one bright spark who’ll make you feel worse about yourself. If there wasn’t, it was probably you. And everyone wanted you dead.
  • Don’t try and talk the Oxford jargon. You get your Twat Licence when you get your offer, never before.
  • Don’t make the older years feel old. This year, upon compiling a Music Intros quiz for the applicants’ daily organised fun, the question “Will they even know who the Spice Girls are?” made me single-tear.

This is just a selection of the many, many tidbits these poor babies will need to take into account for their interview period to feel less Gaza, more Maga and I haven’t even begun to touch on what to do in the interviews themselves (blow jobs and cash are probably the two safest methods). Please feel free to add your own pointers; together we can make a pamphlet to be given to all interviewees upon arrival along with their Ethernet cable and indecipherable college map.

Anyhoo, let’s just be thankful that the recent suggestions to make the admissions system “a bit more Battle Royale” didn’t get past the proctors. 

Applicants: may the odds be ever in your favour.

Local prejudice: West Oxford MP opposes equal marriage

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During term I don’t have much time to get excessively angry about politics. Why watch a smug David Cameron and an irritating Ed Miliband slog it out at PMQs in a battle of half-wits, or plunge myself into despair by watching Question Time, when I could waste my time far more constructively by reading the latest criticisms from my tutor on OxCort and weeping into my library books? Perhaps we should all try and find the time however, to wind ourselves up over things slightly closer to home, and I’d like to take this opportunity to flag something up.

According to an article in the Oxford Mail, and a letter she has sent to a constituent, Oxford West and Abingdon’s Tory MP Nicola Blackwood, who won the seat by a whisker in 2010, is due to oppose legislation on Equal Marriage. This is not the first time I have been irritated by Blackwood and behind the cultivation of a somewhat moderate image lie some questionable opinions, such as siding with the likes of Nadine ‘Mad Nad’ Dorries on abortion issues. On Equal Marriage, in my opinion, her opposition to the legislation is first of all objectionable, and second of all, likely to put her in disagreement with the majority of her constituents, most especially the student population.

In response to a letter from Dr. Ed Long, Blackwood describes herself as ‘not an enthusiast’ for the change, saying that she does ‘not believe in legislation for the sake of it or where it will produce unintended consequences’. She justifies this by arguing that ‘the proposed changes will confer no additional legal gains other than those already conferred by civil partnerships’ and that ‘an unintended consequence of this legislation will be the risk of legal challenges, whether to domestic courts or the ECHR, on the basis of human rights law to religious organisations who for different reasons may choose not marry same-sex couples’.

One might be tempted to ask whether these ‘different reasons’ might include a bit of good old fashioned prejudice but for the time being this is beside the point. To me, this all mostly sounds like a load of hot air. If Blackwood thinks that the legislation is all about ‘legal gains’ for same-sex couples then she is completely missing the point. The idea behind Equal Marriage as I see it is to do away with the whole ‘equal but different’ scenario whereby there is one sort of marriage for heterosexual couples, and a different kind of ‘gay’ marriage or civil partnership for same-sex couples. It isn’t so much about giving anyone more legal rights but about society recognising marriage as an equal institution for everyone whether you are gay or straight.

Furthermore, the legislation is about allowing those churches and religious groups who wish to carry out same-sex marriages to do so, and those organisations who have expressed their strong opposition to the idea, such as the Church of England are excluded from the proposed legislation. If there are organisations, such as the Quakers, who wish to carry out same-sex marriage I fail to see what right Ms Blackwood has to stop them. If she is so concerned about challenges to those who choose not to marry same-sex couples, then she should surely also be concerned about preventing those who wish to.

Nicola Blackwood claims that in opposing the legislation on Equal Marriage she is representing the ‘majority’ of her constituents who have ‘contacted her so far’. I am reluctant to believe that the majority of those living in Oxford West and Abingdon are against Equal Marriage and I suspect that it is certainly not representative of those students at Worcester, St Hugh’s, Lady Margaret Hall, Somerville, St Anthony’s, Green Templeton, St Cross and Wolfson colleges which form a part of her constituency.

Review: The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey

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★★★☆☆
Three Stars

I loved The Lord of the Rings movies like they were my unborn triplets, so when news of a Hobbit movie broke, I found myself damp with excitement. With Guillermo del Toro signed up to direct, what could go wrong? Well, several years later, what we have is another Peter Jackson movie, though it has del Toro’s fingerprints all over it, which explores Middle-earth in roughly the same manner as his previous three movies (except for King Kong and The Lovely Bones. duh). The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey is like putting on your favourite old slippers and then stabbing an orc in the face with a blue sword.

Martin Freeman takes on the role of Bilbo, and he’s as far away from Slough now as it’s possible to be. He is certainly plausible as a younger version of Ian Holm (who introduces the film in a prologue with Elijah Wood) and seems to enjoy his romp across Middle-earth, even though it mainly consists of him standing frowning whilst the dwarves act like complete dickheads. Which brings me to the dwarves, a seemingly interminable gang of short, fat troglodytes led by the most human-looking member, Thorin Oakenshield. They’re played by a strange variety of British TV and stage actors (the most famous of which seemed to be Ken Stott and James Nesbitt) and are certainly an unusual centrepiece for a major blockbuster, but one that only seemed to grate about 15% of the time.

Sir iMac is back as Gandalf, and seems to be having fun with the role, as he leads his band of misfits towards the Lonely Mountain, via familiar sights like Rivendell (where we get to check in with Elrond and Galadriel – they seem well) and the caves where Gollum lives. Gollum’s return is very welcome, although the ‘Riddles in the Dark’ sequence is dragged out for about fifteen minutes.

Which brings me to The Hobbit’s central problem. For a film that is only one third of a very slender book, it’s colossally long: about 2 hours 45 minutes. You’ve got to wonder whether anything at all was left on the cutting room floor: every piece of superfluous detail is kept in, meaning you’ll be hard pressed not to feel that this could quite easily have been 45 minutes shorter.

But that’s a small(ish) price to pay for the technological advances that this film marks. The 48pfs 3D marks the demise of ghosting that has made previous 3D experiences so frustrating (James Cameron must be kicking himself). It might grate on the eye to begin with, because of our familiarity with the motion blur of 24fps, but once you give it a chance then you’ll find that this is the most immersive 3D experience this side of SeaWorld. Though it has all sorts of problems with it, if there was ever a movie that’s worth the admission fee (plus a Coke to keep you going throughout the film, so you don’t have to resort to drinking your own piss for survival) then this is it.

This film should both delight and frustrate Lord of the Rings fans, leaving them champing at the bit for the next two instalments.

Cambridge skiers edge out Oxford in Varsity races

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A severely weather-affected programme of ski races between Oxford and Cambridge in Val Thorens, France, ended in narrow overall victories for the Light Blues men and women.

There was great individual success in the Dark Blues camp, with Kirsty Dixon (Keble) and Jamie Reid (Oriel) winning both their Giant Slalom and Slalom races. But the scoring system required four good finishes in each race to carry the day and a combination of injuries and failures to complete the course took its toll on both match results.

Clearly disappointed, OUSSC President Max Denning commented after the races: ‘Oxford skied valiantly in this year’s instalment of the world’s oldest annual ski team competition. Unfortunately when it came to race day, the Tabs won by a nail-bitingly small margin – perhaps the smallest in living memory.’

Ski racers live on the edge: though nothing beats the feeling of hurtling down a mountain to the sound of a roaring crowd and cowbells they know that with just one mistake all the practice and hard work can go to waste. And so the last thing the Varsity skiers needed were relentless blizzards, merciless white-outs and heavy snowfall. In normal competitive skiing, the Varsity course would not have been considered safe or suitable. But this is Oxford v Cambridge and the show must go on.

The races were postponed for two days and this at least allowed racing to take place in clear visibility. Course conditions always dictate race strategy and the racing line: after days of snow, the teams were forced to attack the Giant Slalom and Slalom courses so as to avoid the piles of powder that surrounded the course. A course of this difficulty required a narrow, high line to seek out the best of conditions on the ‘Stade’ slope of Val Thorens.

But sticking to this line was more than a matter of maintaining speed. Given that a metre of fresh snow had accumulated on the surrounding piste, straying more than a few centimeters from the racing line not only put the racers at risk of missing a gate but also of finding themselves ski-less – or worse, injured. Despite their best efforts, this was the inevitable outcome for a number of racers and unfortunately there were some serious injuries amongst both the Oxford and Cambridge camps.

In the end despite the outstanding individual performances from Kirsty Dixon and Jamie Reid, Oxford men came second by 8.76 seconds in the giant Slalom and first in the Slalom by 5.82 seconds which meant they lost the overall match by only 2.94 seconds. In the women’s Giant Slalom Oxford came second by 6.14 seconds and in the Slalom came second by 20.58 seconds leading to an overall defeat by 26.72 seconds.

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Following the races which he won overall by a massive eight seconds, Oriel’s Jamie Reid was philosophical about his team’s defeat: ‘Despite the team winning the slalom, a number of our key skiers had fallen earlier on in the GS, and the deficit proved just too big to close, with Cambridge winning overall by only two seconds.

‘Still, it was a very competitive race in tough conditions with the soft fresh snow quickly turning the course into something resembling a luge track. I’m confident that we can bring it home next year, with our Blues team bolstered by the return of ex-Captain Joel Ward, who has taken a year out to train in Austria.’

When asked about the massive turn-out of supporters in the resort, OUSSC President Denning commented: ‘The majority of people head on the Varsity Ski Trip to enjoy the sweaty clubs, beautiful weather and to make snowmen with carrots in all the wrong places. But for some of us the trip also stages the pinnacle of University ski competition – the Varsity Match. Although the weather played havoc with the match with delays and difficult conditions Oxford skied valiantly.’

On the process of selecting the team Denning could not have been happier: ‘Team captains were pleased to see many more skiers turning up to our race trials than for the Other Place.’

Denning could also have taken pride in the sheer number of Oxford Students who turned up – from this observer’s standpoint, we may have lost the matches but we outnumbered the Tabs at least two to one in the bars and clubs.

A Year in an Instant

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Brasenose Lane, Trinity 2012

These photos were all taken in Oxford and on my various holiday trips over the past year, using my Polaroid 300 camera. The photos are always a slight surprise – I’m never sure if they’ll come out or how the light will affect the print. Waiting the few minutes for them to develop in front of you simply add to the childish excitement of these cameras! 

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Snow last Hilary in Christ Church Meadows

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Spring travels; Washington blossoms and the Rococo Gardens in Painswick

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Punting on the Isis and summer sun in Brasenose’s Frewin gardens.

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Summer at Highclere Castle (aka Downton Abbey) and hilltop days at home with friends 

Review: Uno, Dos, Tre (Green Day)

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★☆☆☆☆
One Star 

Does anyone remember Kurt Cobain’s suicide note? It finished with a quote from a Neil Young song: “It’s better to burn out than fade away”. Perhaps Green Day weren’t paying much attention in ’94, or perhaps they don’t own any Neil Young records. In any case, they have thoroughly failed to learn the lesson that once something is no longer relevant – once it has jumped the shark – it has no chance of regaining its lost prestige.

The honest truth is that Green Day have not been relevant, interesting or any good since American Idiot, a record that came out in 2004 (a fact which should make all of you feel old). Incidentally, that record was considered something of a career revival for the snot-nosed punk band that had been grinding out albums like Nimrod and Insomniac, both entirely devoid of vim or vigour. The follow up to American Idiot, 21st Century Breakdown, was both an artistic and creative disaster, spawning only one vaguely hummable single.

In response to lukewarm popular and critical reception, Green Day decided to create a trilogy of albums, Uno, Dos and Tre. These are supposedly the result of a purple patch, where the band became incredibly prolific and created a whole load of songs which Billie Joe Armstrong (increasing becoming the embarrassing uncle of alternative rock) reckons are some of the best they’ve ever written.

He can dream on. The entire thing feels insubstantial, and poorly conceived. If they had enough material for three albums, it was not the result of an incredible period of inspiration, but poor quality control. The lyrics, whilst never historically Green Day’s strong suit, are quite laughable. For example, “I gotta know if you’re the one that got away / even though it was never meant to be” sounds less like Green Day and more like Kelly Clarkson or some equally bland popstar.

Billie Joe’s adenoidal whine fails to convey any emotion or enthusiasm (as if it ever did) and the instrumentation just batters away in the background. However, whilst in the past we may have marvelled at Tre Cool’s drumming skills or whatever it is that Mike Dirnt actually does, the musicianship has been toned down in the mix and seems to be rather ineffectual. The message is clear – they’re all about BJA now.

Even some hysterical attempts to update their schtick with a “dance” number (‘Kill The DJ’, which pales in comparison to MCR’s ‘Planetary (GO!)’) and some rap (no, really) on ‘Nightlife’ cannot resuscitate the lost cause that is Green Day’s career. It’s a pity they took the title Dookie for a far better album. It would be far more accurately applied here.

University strengthens ties with India

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A joint contribution of £8.3 million by the Government of India, Oxford University and Somerville College will fund the establishment of an International Development Centre which hopes to strengthen the already existing ties between the University and India, as well as supporting Indian postgraduate students who wish to study at the university.  

The centre is named after Indira Gandhi, the first female Prime Minister of India, who played an important part in the development of the country in the 20th Century, and is a Somerville alumna. The project was officially launched last week in New Delhi, where the Government of India pledged £3 million towards the establishment of the centre. 

An important aspect of the initiative aims to engage in research concerning the issues surrounding India’s development in the 21st Century, including food security and environmental sustainability. The new centre, which will be located in the Radcliffe Observatory Quarter, hopes to shape India’s future leaders by stressing the important role of sustainable development, and aims to become one of the most inter-disciplinary institutions within the university. 

The project will also provide five fully-funded scholarships for Indian postgraduate students who wish to study at Oxford. The hope is that scholars will return to India in order to put their expertise into practice, providing the intellectual capital to further India’s future developmental prospects.

Somerville College hopes to raise £19 million in total before the centre is fullyestablished in 2017, to coincide with the hundredth anniversary of Indira Gandhi’s birth. The project will also profit from the University’s Graduate Scholarship Matched Fund which matches funding provided for post-graduate study on a 60:40 basis. 

Alice Prochaska, Principal of Somerville College, told Cherwell that new centre “will commemorate Mrs Gandhi’s commitment to the world environment and her enduring concern for improving the lot of the poor.’ She continued, ‘The Centre will bring more postgraduate students from India to Oxford, and will draw on the research expertise of academics across the University of Oxford to address some of the most pressing issues for India and the world in the 21st century. This is of great significance to the academic community both in Oxford and at Somerville specifically, where our students will benefit from the presence of an inspirational and interdisciplinary new research facility.”

Somerville was the first Oxford college to receive an Indian student, when Cornelia Sorabji, the first Indian national to study at any British university, was accepted to study there in 1889. 

Professor Andrew Hamilton, Vice-Chancellor of the University of Oxford, commented, ‘We are proud to count Indira Gandhi among our alumni, and proud of our long-standing relationship with India. The new centre and the generous support from the Indian government are the latest testament to that relationship and its development in this century.’

Review: Peep Show

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Like all the greatest rock stars, the best British comedic dramas have historically died young: Fawlty Towers, The Office; even Monty Python’s Flying Circus properly lasted only three series. Peep Show fully deserves to number among these classics, but, now bucking the trend, is in its eighth series. With the show, and its characters, now almost a decade older than when it all began, you could be forgiven for expecting a certain level of classiness or maturity: Mark (David Mitchell, who Cherwell interviewed earlier this year), after all, now has a child and has asked his long-term girlfriend Dobbie (Isy Suttie) to move in, turfing Jez (Robert Webb) out.

But, thank goodness, nothing has become sacred: even last rites. Mark seethes as Dobbie tends to the sickly Gerard (Jim Howick). One evening Mark manages to persuade her not to rush to his bedside – “But Dobs, it’s the Apprentice tonight, I think there’s going to be someone we both really hate” – and, hilariously, Gerard kicks the bucket. Corrigan remains a master of the acutely awkward observation, the cynical retort and the withering put-down; and what a relief it is that while the material feels so fresh, the central conventions of the show have survived intact: it is comforting to see Jeremy’s inane reasoning (“I’d make a great therapist. Look at all the pussy I bag”) and Mark’s sardonic wisecracks (“Is that a quote from Freud or Jung?”) continuing to manifest in their characteristically outrageous fashion.

Jesse Armstrong and Sam Bain, the writers of Peep Show, deserve medals for crafting a script that manages to place authentic, pitch-perfect, toe-curling awkwardness into poetry: “I never stone alone; I’m just high on pie”, is how Mark declines a spliff. A useful one to remember. All that said, the format is predictable. Jeremy says and does stupid things; Mark pursues eminently sensible goals, but typically fouls up just as badly as Jeremy. Jeremy remains an infant in a grown man’s body: a perennial failure with occasional flashes of jealousy. Hearing that Mark has published a book (albeit with the suspiciously named ‘British London’) Jeremy panics: “What next? He’s found a director for his film? A builder for his cathedral?” Mark loves to berate Jeremy for his failings, but in reality is consumed by a similarly bitter pettiness; acutely conscious of his own under-achievement, Mark patronises Jeremy and jealously curtails even Dobby’s career ambitions.

You sort of know how this is going to unravel just by skim-reading the subtext. But ultimately it doesn’t matter. Peep Show revels gloriously in drudgery; even its most colourful characters lack charisma, instead generating in their comic interactions a remarkable anti-charisma, which itself forms the gravitational centre of the show’s charm and intrigue. Mark and Jeremy can always be trusted to get over their mutual loathing because, after all, the only thing animating the lives of the ‘El Dude’ brothers is each other. The fruits of that relationship, not just the gags, are surely the reason the show has lasted so long. The viewer remains as wedded to the central relationship as Mark and Jeremy are to each other: we remain oddly charmed by how totally aware they are of the other’s naivety and haplessness, while apparently blissfully ignorant of their own. And how deeply they know each other’s quirks: Episode 2’s depiction of Jeremy discovering Mark executing the ‘Velvet Spoon Routine’ (avoiding the obligation of making him a cup of tea) is a highlight.

“I hate living with him, but I never really want it to end,” Jeremy describes living with Mark. In a similar way, I’m not quite sure why I keep watching Peep Show. Its pulling power is akin to popping bubble wrap: it all seems slightly mundane and a little pathetic but somehow instils a deep affection in me. Series 8 has moved to Sunday night from the usual Friday slot, a shrewd move I think: the essence of Peep Show chimes much better with the Sunday night mood: dour, reflective, lazy, mercurial. Series 8 has got off to a cracking start. The next episode sees Jeremy move out of the flat and in with the steadfastly drugged-up Super Hans. Perhaps they should move this one back to Friday.

Oxford decision letters delayed until after Christmas

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Decision letters for Oxford undergraduate applicants to all colleges will be posted on Thursday 10th January this year, with emails following on January 11th.

This policy applies to candidates from all colleges, and marks a shift from previous years, when colleges aimed to send out results before Christmas. Candidates will therefore have to wait roughly two weeks longer to hear whether or not they have been successful. The later date has been agreed for this admissions cycle only, and will be under review. 

The decision follows discussion by the University Admissions Committee, which is made up of college and departmental admissions representatives. It was prompted by substantial differences between school timetables and those of the University this year. The increasing use of pre-interview tests also caused difficulties: owing to the later school term dates, these had to be taken later than usual, meaning that the time between tests and interviews was cut by up to a week.

The delay of key interview dates this year has meant that several subjects will not confirm their final lists of accepted applicants until 18th December. Ruth Collier, Head of Press and Information Office at the University, said: “As a number of colleges are closing for the Christmas vacation on 19th and 20th December, it was decided that rather than rush to confirm the decisions, it would make much more sense to wait until the New Year.” 

Richard Little of the Oxford University Admissions Office described the later date as an “administrative decision purely about schools’ half terms” and commented that there would “not be enough time” to stick to the old pre-Christmas deadline. 

Ellen Mauder, Access and Outreach Officer at Wadham College, saw the change from the University’s point of view, arguing that the decision would ‘make the whole interview process a little bit more smooth.” She also added that the later date could be positive for candidates, as the school term will already have begun by the time they receive news of the outcome of their Oxford application. “This means schools can support their students back in January, whatever the outcome,” she said.  

However, many candidates expressed unhappiness at the prolonged wait. Chris Cummings, an applicant for History and Politics at Regent’s Park, said: “I would much prefer to be put out of my misery. I believe the emails get sent on Friday 11th, and we have a General Studies exam in the morning. I’ll most likely be thinking about the email during the exam, and whilst General Studies admittedly isn’t the most important of exams, it could affect my performance.” 

Luke Sperry, an applicant from Nottingham, had similar concerns, saying, “The date of response falls within a week of two of my A-level maths modules. Rejection would therefore be far more damaging at that time than during Christmas. Furthermore, if I were to receive an offer, the euphoria might pose as a distraction.”

He added, “Worst of all, I am fully aware that the tutors already know whether I shall receive an offer or not. Although I can imagine that the tutors do not wish to disappoint people during Christmas, the wait is far more excruciating, and it is always better to know.”

Aelithya Kale, a medicine interviewee at Wadham, said the later date for sending out letters was “not a good thing. I’d like to get the letter as soon as possible.” However, he insisted, “It’s not going to ruin my Christmas.”

Wadham SU Access Officer, Loukia Koumi, commented, “We make interviewees wait around enough as it is. The process is already uncertain and gruelling. For the people who have interviews in the first week, they will have to wait a month to hear the result.”

All schools were notified in September 2012 and no complaints have been received. The University Press Office told Cherwell, “There are fors and againsts to knowing the decision prior to Christmas. Given 80% of candidates are inevitably not successful, hearing this immediately before Christmas may be worse than knowing afterwards, back at school with relevant higher education advisers.”

Varsity Vocab

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Accommodation (n): Choice of accommodation is something that will hugely affect your time on Varsity. It is broadly split into two categories:

1.‘Standard’: There is enough room for you, your roommates, and your bags. There is not room for anything else. The experience of one of the writers, in which she accidentally strayedinto a ‘standard’ room belonging to some students from Queens’ and was quickly shuffledout againwith the words ‘I am not joking. Please, get out of my room. I am not joking” speaks for itself. However, the cheap prices, air of camaraderie and proximity to the mainslopes are all points in favour of the accommodation chosen by the majority of Varsity-goers.

2. ‘Upgrade’: Treated with an air of derision by many Varsitonians, those who give in to thelure of the ‘upgrade’ can relax in the knowledge that, though hated, they are living in adifferent world from their ‘standard’ cousins only a few hundred metres away. Rumours ofspas, sitting rooms, ovens and the possibility of opening one’s case without holding it outthe window are all tempting reasons to pay that extra £50 or so.

Après-ski (n): Unfortunately, your GCSE French won’t help you here, as this is somewhat of a misnomer. Generally meant as ‘the drinking and awkward dancing you do once you’re done skiing but you’re still wearing your ski gear’, it should also be noted that, following mulled wine/six pints/raving to weird mixes of Oasis’ ‘Wonderwall’ you are still going to be expected to ski somewhere, as ‘apres-ski’ establishments tend to be located on an actual ski slope. It’s the equivalent of pubs expecting everyone to drive home, down the same road, at kickout time. Madness.

Carving (v (probably)): These writers’ NUCO rep (see under N, below) offered ‘Carving lessons’ to them on their recent Varsity trip, and added “When I told my last group about this, someone was like, ‘What’s carving?” after which incomprehensible anecdote she collapsed into peals of laughter. Therefore, we have always been too scared to ask. It doesn’t sound great, though. It could be either meat- or ski-related. We have no idea.

Chocolat chaud (n): Hot chocolate. 5 Euros, but always worth it. Irritatingly called ‘Choky’ at the popular lunch spot, VarCity (see under V, below), but try to ignore this and its unfortunate Matilda associations.

Folie Douce, La (n): Google translate will help you a little here, as ‘sweet madness’ is an appropriate description of any form of après-ski, but perhaps especially this particular bar/club. Situated at the top of one of the trickier blue slopes at Val Thorens, La Folie Douce offers pounding dance music, drinks and the chance to run into literally everyone you know at about 4.00 every afternoon.

Goggles (n): Bring these. Sunglasses are not enough. When you baulk at the £30+ prices, start imagining how your face will feel at the -10 degrees that Val Thorens considers a ‘warm weather day’, and take the plunge. For some reason, ‘double lens’ goggles are better. We hear it’s something to do with condensation.

Helmet (n): Wear this. You will fall over.

Lifts (n): these are the ways that you get up a mountain. There are several types:

1. Button: Fairly horrible. You grab onto a ‘button’ and are dragged up the mountain by thearms. 

2. Chairlift: not dissimilar from a very slow rollercoaster, these are usually six or four chairs in a row which are gently lifted through beautiful Alpine scenery.

3. Gondola: The Porsches of ski lifts. Slick, warm and comfortable, you and your friends get your own pod, London Eye style, and can regain your strength back before whatever slope is high enough and far enough away to warrant this fanciest mode of mountain transport

4. Carpet: Usually reserved for beginner slopes, these moving carpets (a little like thosestrange flat escalators in airports) are great until you begin to realise that you are sliding backwards slowly but surely, and all you can do is close your eyes and pray that you don’tend up in the arms of the grizzled snowboarder behind you.  

Moguls (n): These are bumps in the snow. Beginners hate them, and either get stuck in them or fall over them. Pros love them and fly over them with careless abandon. The marmite of skiing. 

Nuco Rep (n): NUCO is the company used by Varsity to arrange the logistics of the trip. While incredibly organised, efficient, and frankly god-like in their ability to get 4,000 useless, end-of-term-weary students to a French resort and through a week’s worth of skiing, NUCO reps are also keen to the point of insanity and appear to function perfectly well in the absence of normal human requirements like sleep, food or ‘not dancing on tables, sober, at 3pm in broad daylight’. One NUCO rep we came across was suffering from whiplash, possibly from the speed at which she was apparently careering through life. Varsity-goers will tend to have a ‘coach rep’ who guides them through the 20 hours both to and from Val Thorens (and who acts as an intermediary with insane coach drivers, who threaten to do things like ‘stop this fucking coach the next time anyone fucking speaks’ or ‘I will leave your fucking bags here in the snow if you don’t stand next to them’,) and ‘room reps’, who visit your accommodation each evening to keep you updated on the weather, special classes, and hilarious NUCO rep injokes (see Carving, under C.)

Poles (n): As one might imagine. Useful for dragging yourself into an upright position once your skis have let you down and gravity has overcome you. The more experienced skier will use them to add flair and panache to turns – think Oscar Wilde on skis. French children will irritate you with their ability to ski without these, or with only one ski, as they zoom down the slope mocking your caution and fear with every parallel turn.

Powder (n): Or: ‘Powduhhh!’ said with exuberance by every experienced skier. Fresh fluffy powder is adored by all off-pisters and possibly allows you to do some ‘carving’, though don’t quote us on that.

Piste (n): Not, as initially believed by your writers, a funny French way of describing an individual who has consumed a large amount of alochol. Instead, the ‘piste’ denotes the bit of the slope that if you stay on it, you are less likely to accidentally plunge into 4 foot deep snow. That said, ‘off-piste’ areas are, like the best things in life, more fun because they’re more dangerous.

Salopette (n): A waterproof article of clothing, not dissimilar to an armless onesie. Not: an animal companion.

Skis (n): Expensive planks of wood bought and worn by the middle classes in order to slide down a mountain in extremely low temperatures for vast amounts of money.

Ski boots (n): Uncomfortable footwear perfect for strapping into skis and skidding down the slopes, unfortunately utterly useless in all other circumstances, including walking.

Stash (n): Worried that your friends may not know you’ve been skiing? Well, there’s no need to worry about the lack of wifi and phone coverage when you’ve got varsity stash! Wear at all opportunities in the weeks to come to ensure sufficient social awareness. This year’s stash comes in the form of hoodies, pyjamas, onesies, polos, tracksuit bottoms, sweatshirts and some really fucking yellow sunglasses. The latter, in particular, will go down a treat at every single Park End Wednesday throughout Hilary. For tips on how to accessorize your stash, see our shoot here.

VarCity (n): Slopeside lunch, waffy and choky spot (see under W and C, above and below). The ability to escape the watchful eye of leather aproned waitress in order to eat simultaneously slightly frozen and slightly sweaty baguettes that have spent a few hours in the inner pockets of one’s ski jacket is crucial. 

VinChaud (n): Wine wot’s hot. In French. The French know what’s good for your skiing, and it’s normally alcohol. To become a real pro it’s probably best to indulge in this, avant-, pendant- and après-ski.

Waffy (n): To go with the aforementioned ‘Choky’ is the equally puerile ‘Waffy’. The thing itself is cheap (well, cheap-ish) and cheering in equal measure: a delicious waffle cooked in front of you by a humorourless French ‘chef’ smothered in chocolate or caramel. The authors may have considered placing them every 3 metres along the length of several runs a la Dawn French in the Vicar of Dibley.

White out (n and v): If you’ve been dreaming of a white Christmas, then this is for you. For the skiing population, however, it means having driving snow and ice in your face as you struggle to navigate an icy near-certain-accident-causing downhill slope where the floor is made of the same stuff as the sky and you really can’t see the difference betewen the two. 

For more skiing shenanigans, visit our Varsity blog here and here