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Oxford alumna creates porn website

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Oxford educated businesswoman Cindy Gallop has unveiled MakeLoveNotPorn.tv, a website which aims to challenge the accepted standards of pornography by promoting videos showing sex between real couples. The website runs on user-generated content and makes ‘real-world’ sex shareable online.

The website, which is still “in beta, darling. Invitation only” and has 66,000 people on the waiting list, is a platform for sharing and enjoying erotic videos. The sex in the videos must be contextualised, cliché-free and consensual.

Cindy Gallop, who read English at Somerville, where she had a “whale of a time”, says she wants to “separate the myths of hardcore porn behaviour from the reality of healthy but hot sexual relationships.” She believes that too many people, young men in particular, base their sexual expectations on the hardcore pornography that is widely available on the internet.

The 52 year old advertising executive turned website entrepreneur first introduced the idea at a TED talk in 2009. She claims dating younger men exposed her to the fact that “there is an entire generation growing up that believes that what you see in hardcore pornography is the way that you have sex.”

Gallop believes there is a “complete lack of open, healthy dialogue around porn and sex” in homes, schools and society at large which means “hardcore pornography de facto has become sex education.”

“This message is not anti porn, I’m a fan of hardcore porn” she adds, “but porn tends to present one world view. I want to help bring the creativity, individuality and self- expression back to it. It’s not about performing for the camera, we’re looking for the comical, the messy, the ridiculous. We’re looking for the real.”

However, some Oxford students were less excited by the promise of ‘real-world’ sex. One second-year said, “I don’t know if I can deal with the real thing. Who wants to see a fat Swedish couple having sex on their kitchen floor?

“The fact that MLNP.tv is open to everyone, not just industry professionals, also means that you could come across your friends having sex.”

The website, described by The New York Times as “Youtube for the erotically unabashed,” consists of videos uploaded by members having “#realworld sex.”

Members are charged $5 to post a video, viewers pay $5 to watch and 50% of proceeds go to the contributor.

Each video comes with a back story. MakeLoveNotPorn.tv’s first offering was created by Lily La Beau and Danny Wild, a “real life couple” who work in the pornography business, and the video shows them having sex at home.

La Beau explains in their introductory video, “In porn we are every day asked to do crazy positions and really stupid things which look great on camera but don’t always feel as great as they look. Cindy wanted us to fuck just like we want to fuck.”

Wild, who edited the video, says, “I kept thinking I don’t know how to show real sex. As performers in the porn industry every time you bring out a camera that means it’s not real anymore. But this is not like porn, I hope you like it, you see a lot more of our connection which I think is the point.”

Built on the idea of sharing and enjoying sex, the website pushes the boundaries of social media. For Gallop, “Sex is personality. How we self-identify and self-express sexually is as much a part of us as any other talent, skill or trait we currently publicise on Facebook, Tumblr, Instagram. It is a sign of success for any social media network or platform when your community reaches the stage where they feel comfortable using you to express themselves sexually.”

Gallop sees sex as a social currency like any other. A Facebook timeline will celebrate relationships in all its shapes, like pictures of a kiss, an announcement of a relationship, or wedding photos. “MakeLoveNotPorn.tv enables you to celebrate that one final dimension of human relationships and humanity that no one else will,” says Ms Gallop.

As for making her own video, “anyone building a start up should be using their own platform, but right now it’s so early in our life cycle it would be too distracting for any of the team to be on there. So not for the time being, but further down the line, who knows?”

Gallop worked for British advertising agency, Bartle Bogle Hegarty, and moved to New York in 1998 to open its US office. In 2005 she started her own projects ‘IfWeRanTheWorld’ and now ‘MakeLoveNotPorn’.

Fallen Oxford graduate repatriated

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A soldier who served in the Corps of Royal Engineers and graduated from University College with a first-class degree in Engineering and Computer Science was repatriated to RAF Brize Norton last Thursday following his death at Camp Bastion, Afghanistan, on Friday 21st September.

Captain James Anthony Townley, who died the day before his 30th birthday, was brought back with Sergeant Jonathan Kups, of the Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers, who died on the same day. Townley was on his third tour of Afghanistan, which he had volunteered for.

He is reported to have died from gunshot wounds to the head in what appears to have been an ‘individual act’. Investigations into their deaths are still continuing and the MoD has said that neither death is believed to be due to hostile action.

Townley, who rowed for University College during his time at Oxford, was described as “an exceptional officer, a great character and unbelievably clever” by his commanding officer, Lieutenant Colonel Chas Story. He leaves behind his parents, brother and girlfriend.

Lieutenant Colonel Jack Nicholson said, “His tragic loss has stunned the Regiment, and we are all trying to come to terms with this awful event.’

The plane bringing back the two bodies landed at 1.30pm at RAF Brize Norton, where a small chapel service for the family was held. The cortège then travelled through the village of Brize Norton, where a Royal Marines parade took place, on to the Memorial Garden at Carterton where family members paid their respects.

It then made its way to the ‘Final Turn’, the junction of Headley Way and the John Radcliffe hospital, before finishing at the hospital’s special Armed Forces Department of Pathology.

Approximately 145 members of the public and over 45 army veterans and their families were present at the ‘Final Turn’, with many more lining the rest of the route. John Walker, a veteran of the Royal Dragoon Guards told Cherwell, “A large group of servicemen there were thinking of Townley’s connection with Oxford during the ceremony.’

Walker also told Cherwell that the cortège was permitted to drive much slower than normal at the Final Turn in order to allow a young girl related to Sergeant Kups to place roses on it. “It was very, very sad and awful to see,” he said.

He added, “The Final Turn has been happening here for four years now, but not many people seem to be aware of what goes on there.’

Stephanie Jenkins, a local resident, commented, “The hearses seem so unreal. We have become used recently to associating the Union flag with the Olympics and joy, so it is weird seeing it draped over the coffins of young men.”

Oxford’s finest eateries

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Name: Angrid Thai Canteen; Cost: Mains £5-7

Location: Threeways House, Gloucester Green (opposite the Odeon)

Recommended: Pad Thai… duh

Just got back from your Gap Year? Lamenting the end of your personal odyssey of self-discovery? Want to honour the 3-6 months of selfless commitment you spent funding an inefficient charity where few proceeds actually reached– sorry, I mean the 3-6 months you spent volunteering for a truly worthwhile cause?

Look no further. Stroke your new found sense of social superiority over your peers with a hearty meal at the Angrid Thai Canteen. Flatter your ego further by taking along some wide-eyed freshers who you can impress with your flawless Thai accent – the one you picked up at the Full Moon Party when you had that really deep chat with Incredible Person #24e.

With a no frills atmosphere and a basic decor that is nevertheless strangely endearing (think Primark doing furniture… they don’t yet, do they?), this is a perfect place to come to grab a cheap, cheerful, yet authentic meal with your soon-to-be friends (assuming you don’t cock it up of course). The many long tables make it easy for large groups to be easily accommodated, with the additional bonus of it being very easy to position whatshisface at the opposite end to you – you know, the greasy long-haired guy who is always there, and who you felt pressured to invite out of social necessity (and partly out of fear that if you don’t, he’ll do a Columbine on your ass come Mods)).

Name: Gee’s Restaurant & Bar

Cost: Mains £15-20 (Early supper offers 2 courses for £17)

Location: 61 Banbury Road (Just beyond St Anne’s)

Recommended: Roast grouse (How often can you boast that you consumed a whole sentient being in one meal? – O come on, fish obviously don’t count)

Although a visit to Gees is probably going to do your overdraft no favours, its peaceful setting, elegant glass conservatory and candlelit tables help make up for it. Some of you will probably have boyfriends/girlfriends who will want to come to visit from other Unis, and Gees is an ideal place to take them before your inevitable 5th week break-up – so probably best to think of the visit as a last hurrah…

Nurse your qualms about cheating on your partner at the last bop with a cocktail from Gees’ impressive array – guaranteed to quench your thirst (though not your self-consuming guilt), before diving into the frequently-changing and not-too-overwhelming list of seasonal dishes on offer. If you really want to spend the big bucks then go for a starter, but you’ll be more than satisfied with one of the mains, courtesy of a chef out back who actually knows what they’re doing for once.

On the downside, the portions aren’t exactly the kind where you to end up limping home due to stomach cramps, facial muscles twitching, and getting lost in College whilst desperately searching for a toilet so you can ‘unleash hell’. But then again, I doubt the prospect of having to dump your partner in the near future will leave you with much of an appetite. Bon appétit!

Name: The Anchor

Cost: Mains £11-16

Location: 2 Hayfield Road (Just past St. Hugh’s and off the Woodstock road)

Recommended: Steak & Kidney Pudding

I imagine many of you were quite promptly abandoned by your parents earlier this week: left abruptly amidst the rubble of boxes and plastic containers at your feet that house a multitude of very unnecessary personal items (e.g. the mandatory ‘Keep Calm And Carry On’ poster, the most clichéd and overused poster in Modern Britain – and probably in WWI too for that matter) with not so much as a ‘Goodbye’, before watching their happy faces driving away into the sunset, relieved they have the house to themselves to finally try out ‘you know, that’.

Don’t worry, they’ll come back. Probably. And if they do – milk it. More specifically, persuade them that your recent domestic exodus merits a celebratory trip to the Anchor – a perfect-place-to-take-the-parents, ‘upwardly mobile’ kind of pub in North Oxford. This is clearly evident on the Anchor’s webpage, where directions are not only given for people taking a ‘normal’ method of transport. Instructions for clients travelling by canal boat are given a worryingly prominent place. Although this may at first induce extreme caution for the average student, do not fear, you’ll then remember that all parents bum that kind of kooky British heritage shit.

With a friendly and lively atmosphere that will help rekindle memories of the hustle and bustle of life at home, this place is arguably the Mecca of all pubs in Oxford- tailored for parental visits. With seasonal menus and locally sourced ingredients, the Anchor serves a good variety of old-fashioned pub food that is ‘poshed up’ the perfect amount – not so much that you feel you’re cementing the Daily Mail stereotype of Oxford undergraduates feasting solely on grouse, cheese, and similarly sumptuous edibles, but not so little that you’re wondering whether Dominos might have been a better call after all. Oh, and have the Steak and Kidney Pudding, it’s cracking.

New app makes Oxford landmarks disappear

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The latest update to the iOS6 iPhone and iPad operating system is causing confusion in Oxford, after several attractions on the new map application disappeared or changed their location overnight.

The program appears to have made several errors, such as marking the location of the Radcliffe Infirmary, despite the building having been partially demolished since it closed five years ago. The application also mixed up the positions of several Oxford colleges, locating Magdalen College in the River Cherwell.

A spokesperson for Apple acknowledged the limitations of their new map service, stating, “Maps is a cloud-based solution and the more people use it, the better it will get. We appreciate all of the customer feedback and are working hard to make the customer experience even better.”

Some of the errors have already been addressed by Apple, including the omission of the town train station which had been replaced by the Golden Harvest Canton Restaurant.

Tourists have been caught up in the confusion at a time when the city has experienced a downturn in visitor numbers. According to the Oxford Mail, there was a 43 per cent drop in tourist numbers at the Oxford Visitor Information Centre between May and August of this year, compared with 2011.

Susi Golding, director of Visit Oxfordshire, hoped that tourists will get past the confusion by relying less on their phones and choosing more traditional methods of navigation, such as asking staff at Broad Street’s tourist information centre.

In addition to the map application, pedestrians can make use of a new navigating system, Oxford Explore, which is being made available throughout the town centre this October. The program gives directions to various landmarks along more obscure routes, allowing visitors the opportunity to explore more of the city.

Second year historian Henry Baker commented, ‘I think Oxford as a cohesive unit would be much better if it really was the case that Magdalen and its stuck-up students were miraculously drowned in the Cherwell. I would of course save the deer; they never did anything to deserve such an end.’ Second year Maths student Elizabeth Rendle added, ‘I hope the tourists can swim!’

Keep Off The Grass: The New Fresher’s Guide

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Dear Fresher,

You’ve made it!

At least, you’ve made it this far. Forget school, personal statements, and any semblance of routine. Expect drunken debauchery, late night essay crises, and work you actually like to mark the next three years (at least) of your life. If you survive, you’ll graduate with the best friends you’ll ever have, a degree you can be proud of, and memories to last a lifetime.

Oxford, if we do say so ourselves, is an amazing place. In these hallowed halls you can experience everything from the regal elegance of college balls to the somewhat less classy bops. You can opt for inconceivably early outings on the river or just roll out of bed for a lazy afternoon punt. Nowhere else will you face both intense library sessions and the prospect of drinking with tutors in progressively less formal dinners.

Coming up for the first time is a whirlwind of new people and places, with demands from tutors, clubs and societies, and friends thrust upon you all at once. This guide aims to help you wade through the confusion and reveal the real Oxford underneath. We’re anti-establishment and unofficial. We don’t spout OUSU speak or toe the university line. And if you don’t know what OUSU is, we’ve got a dictionary of Oxford terms inside the Guide.

Good luck!

Nupur Takwale, Vicky Lim, Morgan Norris-Grey, Anthony Collins, Lizzie Greene and Iona Richards

Senior editiorial team

 

Check out our preview articles on clubbing and the Union, and take a sneak peek inside with our read online feature.

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The X-facts

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I’m not sure what it is about me that screams ‘future pop sensation’ (I reckon it’s the hair. Definitely the hair), but when I mentioned that I was going to the X-Factor auditions, the first question out of everybody’s lips was ‘What are you singing?’.

But don’t bother obsessively scouring YouTube and itvplayer for my barnstorming audition; unfortunately for both myself and the very concept of music I was not there to take part, but merely observe. Yes, strictly in the interests of journalism I subjected myself to being treated like lifestock for 3 hours (and as a Welshman, I’m particularly sensitive to this kind of treatment) and braved the overpriced falafel stand of hell. But I’ve sat on my shocking findings long enough; as boot camp kicks off, I bring you my sufficiently spoiler-free list of surprising X-Facts.

1. The TV show is round 3

The contestants you see on TV have already been through a couple of rounds of auditions; sending in videos and singing for the producers. So while the judges are seeing them for the first time, there has been a great effort to weed out the merely average, leaving only the future stars and the deluded. Which leads to another interesting fact…

2. The screaming queues aren’t contestants

Nope, they’re us. Well, audience members.  Technically, there’s no lying involved in this; those shots are implied to be the hordes of auditionees, but are never explicitly stated to be so. Those shots of the contestants in the queue that usually feature in the show? Well, basically what happens is that the singers in question are inserted amongst us plebs in the queue and then ‘picked up’ by the cameramen. Smoke and cameras. There were only about 20 or so acts for our shooting.

3. The judges are consummate professionals

I don’t know why, but I found the practised ease with which the judges did their job surprisingly satisfying.  They have a well-oiled barrage of questions; rather than the one answered  by contestants on TV, they actually ask more like ten to maximise getting an interesting response from them. In a similar vein, nearly every act is asked to perform more than one song; on the show, this is portrayed as slightly unusual. In actuality, it is just another way of maximising the possibility of ‘good TV’, whether through better performances or, indeed, worse ones. The terrible performers were almost uniformly asked to sing more than one song, making sure they’d wrung out the extent of their untalent.

This might sound slightly dispiriting to you, but I actually appreciated this peek behind the curtain; the show might be highly constructed and cynical, but at least they’re efficient about it. Still, the amount of makeup they get slapped on between takes is phenomenal.

4. The ‘drama’ isn’t all constructed

A couple of auditions down, P!nk tribute act Zoe Alexander came onstage. This has been covered a lot in the papers, but basically she flipped out and attacked a cameraman when she wasn’t put through. I rewatched the TV footage and it was pretty accurate as to what we saw; she was denied, and then said she had been instructed to sing a Pink song (a criticism they had of her ‘not doing her own thing’). This feeds back into the fact that the show is round 3; Alexander had already been chosen by the producers, and may have thought she was a shoo-in. In any case, judging by the turmoil that occurred right after this event (and how upset one of the judges was), with producers etc. on the scene for almost 20 minutes, it seems unlikely these sort of things are always constructed. So that’s something.

5. There’s a slightly nasty vein of sexism

This can be picked up a little bit in the TV show, but at the live auditions it’s a lot worse. In Cardiff, this was mainly due to a warm-up man brought on to keep the audience entertained in breaks (there are quite a few). A lot of the stuff he was saying was pretty misogynistic; if broadcast, one could imagine ITV getting into a lot of trouble. Still, perhaps more disturbing was the fact that the audience seemed to lap it up. For me, it colours my experience of the rest of the programme.

7.The audience aren’t as emotionally manipulated as they appear

At least in my case. I should explain. at one point I had some dust in my eye, and I lent over to rub it out. Quick as a flash, my friend spotted  a chance to embarrass me on national television and patted my back sincerely. I wasn’t sure why, until I realised that he’d conspired to make me look as if I’d been deeply emotionally touched by the Harry Styles-alike doing a Toxic cover.

I’m pretty sure that didn’t make the final cut, but by taking reaction shots out of context like that, the show may make things appear differently. The vibe was never that emotional as far as I could tell; more a hen night in a Nandos sort of ambiance.

And, most shocking of all….

8.They don’t play inspiring music live after every successful audition

Talk about your dreams cynically shattered. They must dub it in afterwards or something. Rubbish. I had to sing it in myself. How else are we supposed to know what to FEEL?

Keep Off The Grass: An Insider’s Guide to Clubbing

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There goes another sweaty Oxford day of reading a thousand books, writing a thousand essays, crying, and plotting your future political career. You deserve a break. You deserve to go out, have fun and laugh in the face of “please drink responsibly” warnings. After all, you’ve spent all day learning facts about magnetic resonance or ancient Roman syphilis: it’d be totally counter-productive to fill some of the much needed room left in your brain by remembering the following evening. It’s time to get to grips with Oxford clubland. Essentially Oxford night life can be divided into two categories. There are the big, mostly generic, regular student nights run by event companies Varsity or Shuffle: each involved club has its own designated night in which Oxford uni stumbles out to get tanked as Stalingrad and rub up against one another. These are mostly centred around the train station on either Parkend or Bridge Street. You’ll get a taste of them in Freshers’ Week. There are also the countless clubs, bars and venues dotted all over the city which you can attend on their alternative student nights, or if you’re feeling rebellious, on a night that is not exclusively for students at all! Because it’s easy to miss some of the good stuff going on you have been generously provided a list of most of Oxford’s clubs. Good luck.

Park End: When you were taught as a child that cows go “moo” sheep go “baa” and dogs go “woof” you may also have been told that Park End goes “Spleaughh!”. This club, arguably Oxford’s finest, is not so much a club as a venue that’s sufficiently loud and poorly lit to enable you to wander around blindly on drunk auto-pilot, pulling the various people you bump into before waking up fully clothed on the floor of your room the next morning. The club is the largest in central Oxford by quite a way. It contains a number of rooms, each of which specialises in a different genre of music. The ‘cheese floor’ is probably the most popular, followed closely by the sparkly R&B (and occasionally EDM) room. However, if the choice of having either Bon Jovi or Rihanna shouted into your ear by a gyrating rugby player feels a little constricting, I recommend the thoroughly underrated Reggaeton/dancehall room. The drinks are cheap and the place is located around the club-covered station area on the street that bears its name. There is occasionally a bit of a queue so make sure to get there a bit early if you think its going to be a big night. Whilst it is seldom referred to as anything else, the club’s title actually changed from Park End to Lava Ignite a couple of years back. It is unclear whether the name is actually beckoning the earth’s supply of molten rock to suddenly combust (“Lava, ignite!”) or whether the owners simply found the title’s two words next to ‘laser’ and ‘intercourse’ in their Oxford Big Book of Exciting Words. Either way it’s a stupid name and if you call it that you’ll probably be shunned from society and thrown into the wilderness, and you’ll deserve it too.

Bridge: This is the Bridge Street version of Park End – prices, drinks and atmosphere are almost identical. Unlike Park End it has two floors which each play the same mix of mostly generic club fodder. It is also fairly large. The upper dance floor is complete with a shiny, coloured, light wall thing, as well as a pole, just in case your afternoon tute has left you keen to try out any skills that might be useful if you drop out and become a stripper. Because its popularity outstrips its capacity, Bridge has a huge queuing problem. In fact if you do not arrive early on its designated Oxford student night, expect to be handed a numbered ticket and ferried into Anuba, a nearby bar/holding pen, until the number on your ticket finally appears on the bar’s TV screens and you can actually enter the club. Not only is this system immensely irritating but it means that the clientèle, trapped in Anuba with nothing to do but drink, tend to be exceptionally unsteady by the time they actually get into the club. I once saw a man in a suit projectile vomit into a corner and then saunter back to the dance floor as if nothing had happened. It was so smooth (the execution of the chunder, not its consistency) that it was frankly awe inspiring. If James Bond swapped martinis for vodka Red Bulls then it could well have been 007 himself.

Camera: Named after its ludicrously impractical circular layout, Camera has blown up in popularity since its inception two years ago. People load up on cheap drinks whilst decent DJs play a mixture of R&B and club classics that slowly transitions into fist pumping brostep as the night wears on. Unlike most other Oxford clubs Camera often suffers from overcrowding. The narrow, winding layout of its bagel-shaped upper floor can make it very difficult to navigate at peak times, and finding adequate space to execute your elaborate, arm-flailingly sophisticated dance moves, can sometimes prove tricky. It also has a reputation for being a bit posh, presumably a result of its unnecessarily large (and poorly guarded) VIP area. Emma Watson once reserved a table there and now everyone keeps going on about it. The result of this poshness is that you see an unusual number of people in black tie, which isn’t normally a problem unless, like myself, you can’t be around people in dinner jackets when blind drunk as you become convinced that you have somehow travelled back to Edwardian England and the entire population are pompous assholes. Nonetheless, if you can avoid days when it is likely to be more crowded (go on a Friday rather than a Tuesday) Camera is probably one of the better clubs in Oxford.

Wahoo: Sports bar by day, comedy venue/club by night, Wahoo is probably Oxford’s most popular Friday hangout. Another Bridge street regular, it shares student night prices with its Varsity/Shuffle comrades. I find the layout of the lower floor quite problematic. For some reason there is always a huge, impenetrable crowd trying to get to the bar which means the only space to dance is the narrow, raised area around the edge. The upstairs, by contrast is open plan and spacious though they seem to keep it really dark for some reason. This makes it extremely difficult to find people if you happen to wander off from the group or just turn around for a few seconds. The club has also has a very large smoking area out front so you can have fun mocking people in the Bridge queue which stretches up the road and round the corner.

Baby Love: Perhaps it is the name, perhaps it is the dungeon like layout, the regular gay nights, the popularity with Wadhamites, but for some reason Baby Love is where all the cool kids go when they want to party. Here’s where the Dalston massive meets Oxford. In fact, Baby Love’s biggest student night, ‘Supermarket’, has recently been exported to a club in Shoreditch. With its self-reinforcing hipstery reputation, Baby Love can be a nice break from the relentless cheese and crew-daters throwing up in your hair that can tarnish other Oxford student nights. The club serves a decent range of marginally overpriced cocktails and plays a slightly, but not very, eclectic mix of music. And, while it could just be the ketamine in everyone’s fashionable veins, the atmosphere tends to feel pretty good. The club does suffer from one serious drawback. Its underground dance floor has quite a limited amount of space and can easily get impregnatingly tight; In the summer you may be better off hanging out in the cooler ground level bar area lest you drown in the sweat dripping off of somebody’s ironic moustache.

Junction: Until fairly recently the London Underground themed Junction was the tiki-themed Kukui. Amusingly the contractors seem to have interpreted “change the décor from Hawaii to the tube” as “leave all the thatched roof and stalls and stuff and just paint a huge underground logo thing on one of the walls”. The result of this weird combination is that being inside is rather like tripping balls by the smoothie stand in Victoria station. As one of the station area clubs it shares similar student night drink and entry prices with its Park End and Bridge Street establishments. And, in-keeping with its Polynesian roots it still serves a handful of almost exclusively rum based cocktails. Whether it will survive in this new incarnation is yet to be determined, but if does shut down again who knows what bizarre combination of themes will emerge once it reopens: I’d pay good money to go to a Hawaiian-London underground-Space cowboy bar, wouldn’t you?

And the rest: Lola Lo is an underground tiki-themed club/bar on Magdelen street, it’s very well decorated and hosts one of the major student nights but I’m not giving it its own paragraph because it’s fairly small and uninteresting and I don’t like it. The Cellar is an underground music venue both literally and figuratively. It hosts live hip-hop nights, drum ‘n’ bass, and popular dubstep night Freerange every other Wednesday. This is somewhere for people who go out to actually enjoy music. It’s really brilliant. The Purple Turtle is an underground former wine cellar that belongs to the Oxford Union and is free to all of its members. The drinks are cheap and the music slightly old school. It attracts and odd crowd and the poor ventilation can turn it into a bit of a sauna. Situated way down the Cowley road the O2 Academy is much the same as the various others dotted around the country, hosting weekly indie pop night ‘Propaganda’ and regular live acts. Until this year it held famously debauched Brooks night ‘Fuzzy Ducks’, and though local pressure may have forced the tragic end of Fuzzies, whatever new musical orgy replaces it (Fluffy Cormorants? Furry Cocks?) will definitely be worth checking out. Rappongi, named after a district in Tokyo, is a totally not Japanese themed and and occupies a very tiny club/bar on George street that is normally almost empty. Entry is always free and it has good drinks promotions. It is a place to get really, really drunk and then jump around the empty dance floor like a mentalist. Would recommend. Thirst is a bar with a dance floor directly opposite Park End, it sells cheap fish-bowls and is actually pretty good. For whatever reason it tends to be almost exclusively filled with locals rather than students but if you’ve got a group together and want a change of scenery its worth popping in. Clem’s is an OK bar and a grimy club situated near Magdelen bridge, it’s not bad but not worth the considerable journey unless you live in Cowley or the Queen’s accommodation nearby. Carbon is a new-comer that was famously forced to abandon plans to have a live zebra at its May day party earlier this year. It does interesting electronic music and has a really cool, big interior. Definitely one to watch out for.

Club nights:

Monday – Varsity night @ Bridge

Tuesday – Varsity night @ Camera, Poptarts @ Baby Love (Oxford’s busiest gay night)

Wednesday – Shuffle night @ Park End, Varsity night @ Lola Lo, Brookes night @ The O2 (formerly Fuzzy Ducks)

Thursday – Varsity night @ Bridge, Shuffle night @ Junction, Supermarket @ Baby Love (odd weeks only)

Friday – Shuffle night @ Wahoo, Varsity night @ Camera

Saturday – Propaganda @ The O2, Varsity night @ No.9, Shuffle night @ Carbon

 

To read more insider guides to life as an Oxford Fresher, check out the guide online or look out for a copy in your college fresher’s pack!

Boat Race protester found guilty

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Trenton Oldfield has been found guilty of causing a public nuisance after disrupting this year’s Boat Race by swimming into the path of the competing crews.

The 36-year-old, from east London, had earlier denied the charge, telling the jury that the race was a symbol of ‘elitism’.

Oldfield admitted disrupting the boat race, but told the court, ‘[The Boat Race] is a symbol of a lot of issues in Britain around class. Seventy per cent of government pushing through very significant cuts are Oxford or Cambridge graduates. [The protest] was a symbolic gesture to these kind of issues.’ 

He added that he made the decision to protest after learning of the government’s public spending cuts, including the decision to ‘sell off’ the NHS. He described such cuts as ‘worse than in Dickens’s time,’ adding, ‘London has the highest inequality in the western world’.

Prosecutor Louis Mably told the court that the Boat Race had been spoiled for hundreds of thousands of spectators, as well as the two crews.

Oldfield, however, disagreed that he had ruined the Boat Race, commenting, ‘Lots of people thought it made it the most exciting Boat Race ever.’ He also disputed the claims that he put himself in danger, telling the court that having lived in Australia, he was used to dodging surfboards, rocks and boats.

Judge Anne Molyneux said that all options were open in sentencing Oldfield. ‘The court will be considering if a custodial sentence is necessary,’ she said.

Earlier, a statement from four-time Olympic gold medallist Sir Matthew Pinsent was read to the jury. ‘The risk to the swimmer was great. He could have been killed if he was struck by an oar or the rigging, which is metal. The incident caused me alarm as one of my primary roles is the safety of the public and competitors,’ explained Pinsent.

Oldfield was released on bail. He is due to be sentenced on 19th October. 

College Room with A View

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Living away from home for the first time can seem daunting at first. You shouldn’t be too worried – it really is pretty cushy, and certainly a long way from ‘the real world’, where you have to sort out bills and clean your own toilet. And yet, despite the allure of college living: I had a mouse in my second year room. No, I didn’t buy him from a pet shop and keep him illegally in a tank under my desk and hide him when people came in, feeding him sultanas and reading him the first drafts of my essays. Oh no. He decided to stay of his own accord.

During a particularly cold period in Hilary term, he was in my room almost daily. Every time I was alerted to his presence by a rustle and tried to locate him, he would dart back into a hole in the wall or down a pipe. On one occasion, I triumphantly cornered him and placed a shoebox over his miniscule body. I should have crushed him there and then but I wasn’t wearing shoes, and didn’t want fractured mouse rib embedded in my soft soles.

Gradually, I began to warm to him. When I saw his little face and whiskers I just couldn’t think of hurting him. He was a poor defenceless little rodent! I was much bigger than him, and it was horrible outside, who could blame him for seeking some warmth and company?

My noble extension of clemency was rapidly regretted. He bothered me for weeks thereafter, which taught me a lesson. This was evolution in reverse – survival of the weakest. I needed to learn to stand up to the weak. Hornets are black and orange to ward off predators. Perhaps nowadays the human race is so far divorced from the realities of nature that a more effective defence against Homo sapiens’s superior strength and brain size is to look really cute.

The other regular visitor to my room was of course my scout. This is yet another one of those Oxford words you will initially feel self-conscious about using at first. Your home friends will hate you now. Oxford has changed you, mate. A good scout can be an adviser, confidante, gatekeeper, even an advocate if you are ever in trouble with the powers that be. If you are enriching uranium in your sink or subletting your wardrobe, you are probably putting them in an unreasonably difficult position. However illicit toastie makers, sticking up your posters with blu-tac, one-night stands, or that one time something unspeakable happened in your bin – the likelihood of these events being reported will depend on your relationship with your scout. Buy them chocolate at the end of term. Be nice to them.

So, what about the other people you will be living in college with? Living in close proximity to people you don’t (initially) know very well brings with it some responsibility, particularly if you are sharing a bathroom or kitchen. Even if there is no shared space it is important to retain at least some awareness of your neighbours’ existence. One boy on my fresher staircase habitually urinated in the landing when intoxicated, hurled empty beer cans from his first floor window in the mid-afternoon, and listened to songs such as ‘Elton John – Are You Ready For Love?’ and ‘The Darkness – I Believe in a Thing Called Love’ at full volume at all hours. This isn’t really on. Do unto others and all that.

It inevitably takes a while to make your close friends in college. Don’t worry too much if you don’t immediately click with the people you spend freshers’ week with. The Oxford system is very good at ensuring you make good friends in a fairly quick space of time. You will instantly get to know people doing your subject and those on your corridor or staircase. Over a short space of time thereafter you will get to know pretty much everyone in your year.

Once you have a close friendship group in your year it is easy to expand to older years and other colleges. People in your year at your own college will probably (but not necessarily) be your closest friends while you are at Oxford – it will take you a while to find these, but once you have them you will start to enjoy Oxford and all it has to offer a lot more. Living in college is an amazing opportunity. You get to live a few metres away from all your mates for at least one year. Academic work in Oxford is difficult and time consuming for every subject, but ultimately prelims (first year exams) don’t matter. Have some fun while it lasts.