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5 reasons why England are no longer number one

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Two weeks ago, Lord’s was the scene of England’s fall from the number one ranking in Test cricket. They lost that title to South Africa. Here’s why:

 

1. Desert snowball

England got to Number 1 by whitewashing an India team whose biggest problem was their inability to arrest the unstoppable momentum of defeat established in the 1st Test. But the snowball effect works both ways, and England were about to get a faceful of slush. In Dubai they convincingly lost the 1st Test against Pakistan by ten wickets. They should have won the next two: in Abu Dhabi, England led by 70 on the first innings and had Pakistan 54-4 in the second; in Dubai again, they reduced Pakistan to 44-7 on the first morning. But getting over the line is a lot easier with momentum on your side – England lost 3-0, and soon added Galle to their downhill itinerary. Yes, there was a series win against West Indies, but in hindsight the predictions that England would slip serenely back into the familiar pattern of home-turf excellence against South Africa were optimistic. They had just months ago played 15 consecutive days of cricket in a losing cause; a demoralising sequence of humiliation whose effects were unlikely to be effaced simply by the comforting sight of a home changing-room.

2. Conservative selection

Some of the barbs aimed at England’s conservatism are ill-judged; the pundits’ chorus of “Get another slip in!” is the worst sort of antiquated armchair-wisdom. Not all criticisms, though, are so easily deflected. For a while England have been well served by Flower’s default instinct to resist change and keep the faith. But England’s lack of progress over the last twelve months begs the question whether that steadiness has become inertia. When Steven Finn and Johnny Bairstow were belatedly introduced in this series, they showed the value of change: they offered fresh and invigorating impetus with bat and ball, and South Africa’s players didn’t look so assured when confronted with unfamiliar problems to solve. At times in the final Test England were reliant on their vibrancy, yet too often Flower has turned away from such proactive calls. By all means disdain the revolving door, but not at the expense of an evolving core.

3. Bad habits

England’s batting line-up, so accomplished during the 2010-11 Ashes and the 2011 India series, has appeared bedevilled by technical weaknesses. Alistair Cook’s tendency to fall over to the off-side and play around his front pad has reemerged. Ian Bell’s flat-footed flirts with leavable deliveries suggest a batsman unsure of his off-stump. Even the reliable Jonathan Trott has been too easily suckered into loose drives. Failure to master the unchartered challenge of subcontinental spin was disappointing, but regression to bad habits against pace in English conditions suggests a more fundamental malaise. Only Kevin Pietersen is averaging in the 40s this year – that problem goes deeper than dustbowls and doosras.

4. Blunt weapons

Not for many a series have England’s bowlers toiled as they did against South Africa. Rampant in Australia, indomitable against India, beyond reproach even in the UAE disaster. But if there is to be a thorough examination of England’s travails in this series, it cannot ignore the attack. The luckless James Anderson was not unimpeachable, but two men especially concern. Stuart Broad looked well down on maximum pace and hostility and could not find the late swing that has underpinned his finest performances. Graeme Swann, clearly troubled by his elbow, bowled too fast and flat and has lost drift and dip from his arsenal. They look jaded – and no wonder. Why, when so much is made of the depth of England’s bowling, are these two virtual ever-presents in all three forms of the game?

5. Justice done?

Quite simply, England are not the best cricket team in the world at the moment. For a while, they, India and South Africa have duked it out at the top of the rankings, but watching this series, one had the impression that the Proteas were merely asserting the rightful order of things. Their bowling unit is comfortably the world’s best, a remorselessly varied attack that possessess pace, swing, bounce, seam and mystery, not to mention the outstanding individual talent of the modern game. Their batting unit, with four of the world’s top-ranked seven, is an imposing edifice of technical solidity and mental steel. The whole is a team that looks better equipped than England to prosper in all conditions – they are worthy of the mace.

Festival Kit

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It’s summer. England is now marginally less damp and therefore the idea of thousands of drunkards communally slumming it out in the so-called ‘Great Outdoors’ doesn’t seem quite as stupid as it would have done a few months ago. Robert Baden-Powell sternly reminded his boy scouts to “be prepared”, and festival goers sitting around their tents are in many ways much like boy scouts, except with less skill with knots and more cheap vodka. We therefore present you with this short checklist of items so that you can be fully prepared for the festival season.

A Torch

Sounds obvious but is the one thing that is almost always left at home. Try and get hold of a dynamo-operated one as batteries tend to overcomplicate things.

Fluids

Alcohol obviously comes under this category and is an essential component of the festival experience. Being sober at all but the tamest of festivals is a sure-fire way to reduce enjoyment, and besides you probably won’t be able to sleep unless you’re slightly pissed. Just remember that glass is out of the question- decant your spirits into plastic bottles and try and get hold of big boxes of wine. The importance of water should also not be underestimated. It may sound like the heaviest and most boring thing to possibly bring along but there will almost certainly come a point at which you become so dehydrated that you attempt to drink the sweat running off your face. At this particular juncture a little water will not seem like such a lame idea after all.

Deodorant and Baby-Wipes

Festival showers are grim. This is a known fact. Don’t go near them. An acceptable (given the circumstances) level of cleanliness can be achieved through the simple combination of a decent antiperspirant and Johnson’s No More Tears. Just because you’re living in a field for a few days does not give you an excuse to smell like a Neanderthal.

Sunglasses and Lighters

Plural. Sunglasses break. If you’re set on wearing them just bring along several dirt cheap pairs and then it won’t matter when they do. It is inexplicably socially acceptable to borrow lighters with no intention of ever returning them. If you want to avoid finding yourself lightless by three pm on the second day you will need many.

Duct Tape

Cheap, versatile and strong. Things break at festivals. Tent flaps are ripped, soles come off shoes and back panels get detached from phones. Thankfully all of these can be fixed with a little Duct Tape. Large quantities of Duct Tape can also be used to craft emergency willies by covering the leg below the knee with a thick layer. You may look like an extra in a low budget seventies sci-fi but at least you won’t get those nice new jeans covered in festival mud.

Bin Bags

Cheap, versatile and slightly less strong. Can be used to create a barrier between you and the mud, to hide things, keep things dry, keep things wet, as capes, as last-resort clothing, to repair tents ( in combination with our good friend Duct Tape), to conceal identity or placed on the end of a stick to carry your possessions like a hobo Dick Wittington. In short, they can be used for anything and everything.

Plasters

Unless your group of friends is incredibly fortunate ,somebody at some point is going to bleed. This can be your chance to be the hero with the plasters. Wounds are one of the few things Duct Tape cannot fix.

Wet Weather Gear

It’s probably going to rain at some point. Wellies and a mac should probably be adequate to get you through this. Umbrellas can be great but also have their drawbacks- their mechanisms tend to break in any kind of a breeze and in a crowd they can become targets for the jerks who throw cups of liquid-that-might-be-cider-but-probably-isn’t. Your own mac is also pretty essential as otherwise you might be forced to buy one of those “rain poncho” things that make you look like you’re wearing a condom costume.

If all else fails, a large dose of mindless optimism and grim determination to have fun should be enough to survive the majority of festival crises.

Your guide to the Premier League

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Arsenal – New Season, new kit, new strike force but same old Arsenal. At least that’s what their 0-0 result against Sunderland at the Emirates seems to suggest. Especially now that they have sold their talisman and main source of goals to (dare I say previously?) bitter rivals United.

This however is not the whole story. Arsenal dominated the game and had some real opportunities to put it to bed – Oliver Giroud, on his Premier League debut, being the most obviously guilty party – and probably would have had at least two on another day. Santi Carzola looks like a real find and the new signings seemed to all be on the same wavelength; looking for all the world like they had played together for years. While they might not be challenging for the title of champions they are a pretty solid bet for a top four finish.  

 

Aston Villa – “Villa will be fine.” “Darren Bent’s goals will keep them out of trouble.” Too good to go down? Not on this performance. Without service, no matter how good a finisher he might be, Darren Bent will not score the goals to keep Villa in the Premier League. Having been outclassed by recently promoted West Ham the service doesn’t look like it is going to arrive any time soon and Villa look likely candidates to be involved in the rough and tumble of the annual ‘relegation scrap.’ Bottom at Christmas? Never say never.

 

Chelsea – Boring, boring Chelsea. Score two early goals and then sit back for the rest of the game. Job done. Sounds like, five years and seven managers later, Chelsea have still to find a way of winning that doesn’t highlight the influence that Mourinho has had on the club. Even the names on the scoresheet – despite a £64 million pound spending spree – look depressingly familiar (Ivanovic and Lampard.) That being said this Chelsea team don’t look comfortable enough at the back to be a Mourinho outfit and in Hazard, Oscar, Mata and Torres they have a front four who will excite fans and terrorize defences; pulling them apart so fast it’s enough to make you dizzy. In the crystal ball of pure conjecture I see a top four finish, a cup final and a totally unwarranted managerial sacking.

 

Everton  David Moyes – the deserving manager of the year for most of the millennium appears to have done it again. On a shoestring budget he has forged an organized, motivated and skilful team that can cause anyone in the league problems. Even more impressive is that for the first time in years they have turned up on time to the league party and might now pose a genuine threat to the traditional Champions League chasers. Jelavic and Mirallas will finally bring regular goals, while Fellaini is a class act who will trouble every team he plays against. Beating United is no mean feat and if this sort of form continues Everton fans can have high hopes for the coming season.

 

Fulham – It’s official: the 2012/13 season is going to be closer and more exciting than any we have ever seen before. What’s more Fulham are going to win and it’s going to come down not to goal difference but will be decided on the technicality of alphabetical default. In the process they are going to score 190 goals, new signing Petric chipping in with a measly 76 (both new Premier League records.) All this however, is dependent on – excluding two 5-5 draws with Swansea who will also win all their remaining games 5-0 –  the Cottagers repeating the result they achieved against an (admittedly uninspired  and uninspiring) Norwich team who finished the 2011/12 campaign in the safety of mid-table obscurity.

Nevertheless, given Fulham’s total dominance, well-drilled defence and impressive looking strike force seem to have put them in a good place for the start of the 2012/13 season.  They will cause some upsets this year, maybe go on a cup run or two and while they might not quite be able to reproduce the same result every week they look a very respectable top ten team.

 

Liverpool – And there was great wailing and gnashing of teeth, because once again Liverpool underperformed, missed a glut of chances and played like the mid-table outfit that everybody is starting to think that they might become…that is, if they’re lucky! At the rate they’re going they won’t even win a gamem but at least things can only get better? Or not. In fact, they definitely won’t because next week, lucky them, they have City. Another 3-0 defeat wouldn’t be any great shakes. Nationwide, not one lager would be spluttered in disbelief if they lost. In fact the only real surprise would be if they scored a bona fide goal let alone snaffled (there is no way they are going to deserve it) a win.

 

Manchester City – United’s ‘noisy neighbors’ bit back last year, snatching the Premier League crown from Fergie’s unusually lax grasp and don’t look like giving it up any time soon. Bar some wasteful finishing – they had 15 shots on target – they steamrolled an organized and hard-working Saints team and could easily have done a Swansea and come away with 5 well deserved goals. The squad is settled, Tevez is back some two stone lighter and the team are all singing from the same song sheet. Add to this the strongest squad in the league studded with an array of stellar talents and perhaps now it is United who should be talked about as the ‘noisy neighbours.’  City certainly look like the team to beat.

 

Man Utd – Fantasy Football Managers across the country faced the agonizing dilemma of choosing between Robin and Wayne for their carefully selected squads only to be cruelly let down. The only part of the United team that brought back memories of great United teams of the 90’s was the kit. RVP was anonymous and the defence read, for the most part, like a half decent midfield as the red Devils slumped to a 1-0 defeat. Oh dear. Already three points behind in the league race and United are already being written off by some as real title contenders. Troubled by the high ball and lacking any real cutting edge up front, this wasn’t the start that United fans had hoped for.  However, all is not ill on the red side of Manchester. David de Gea is exceptional, Kagawa doesn’t look half bad and with Rooney and RVP on the same side, goals will come. It doesn’t take much to suggest that United will improve as the season continues, but if this game is anything to go by, it looks like they will ultimately leave their resurgence far too late to make any real difference.

 

Newcastle United – Can Newcastle really still be a “surprise package” this season? They have kept the same squad – and strike force – that got them 5th place in the league and a total of 56 top flight goals. By all accounts then, and their 2-1 win over a decent Spurs side suggests nothing to the contrary, we can expect similar antics and hopefully more managerial fun and frolics. Despite Demba Ba looking surprised every time he finds the back of the net – although in his defence some of his finishes are  absolutely outrageous – I see a twenty goal season for him and another top six finish for the club. The Toon look like they are enjoying life back in the big time and here to stay.

 

Norwich – Norwich’s approach to their game against Fulham was not unlike that of a teddy finding itself dragged along the ground behind a particularly ungrateful child: “Maybe if I just lie here and do nothing the pain will go away.” Whatever the case, Chris Hughton is going to have to do a hell of a lot of patching to fix the mess that Fulham made of his side. Norwich were ripped to shreds. There is nothing good to say about anything that they did. The real tragedy is that I can’t even comment on a nice new kit as once again they have gone for the horrific combination of garish yellow and green. I see bad things and bad things only. If nothing changes soon, Hughton looks like he is going to be given the chance once again to show that he is a top class Championship manager.

 

Q.P.R –  Queen’s Park Rangers were also on the end of a 5-0 drubbing and on the basis of this game and the struggle that they faced to survive last season, look certainties to go down. However, in their summer spending there are definitely some real positives to be found. Zamora, Hoilett, Park Ji Sung and Jose Bosingwa are all players with proven Premier League pedigree.  While it might take a while for the players to gel – in the process they might get beaten by a few rugby scores – they will be fine and as the season gets older, they will improve. Mark Hughes is a canny operator, he knows what he’s doing and has done it before. They will be fine.

 

Reading –  Reading’s kit looks lovely as does, incidentally, their Madjeski stadium. Their home game against Stoke, who are not by any stretch the league’s best travellers, on the first day of the season was never going to tell us much else… However their stoppage time goal is a good sign. It shows a side with spirit and desire to do well for their manager. Even this though doesn’t tell us everything as who knows if it will last through an extended losing streak. They need to make the most of home games like this if they are going to stay in the league.

 

Southampton – Saints’ meteoric rise through the league ranks is looking less and less anomalous the more we see of them. They did well to come away against a technically superior City team thinking that they could have had more. The two goals will have  given them a world of confidence, especially as Rickie Lambert is looking like he could just be a striker with genuine Premier League class. Nigel Adkins has them playing great football, they look organized at the back and play neat football coming forward. Most impressive however was the break for their second goal, in which no less than 5 players went from defending a corner to pressurize the backpedalling City defence. They look like being the league’s surprise package.

 

Stoke – There is something reassuring about watching Tony Pulis’ Stoke team in the Premier League.  They are the football equivalent of the Shepherd’s Pie. A no nonsense team who really come to the fore on wet and miserable winter afternoons at home where the lightweight (but nonetheless impressive) Mille-Feuilles pastry of Arsenal just won’t cut it. A shame then that this team of giants had to play not only in the sunshine but also away. This Stoke team looks refreshingly similar to that of seasons before and we can expect much of the same. More fireworks from Crouch wouldn’t do anybody any harm either.  


Sunderland – Martin O’Neill seems to have been astute rather than prolific during the off-season, bringing in only Louis Saha and Carlos Cuellar, both of whom have excelled at Premier League level in season’s past. A settled team, dangerous looking strike force and inspirational manager all bode well for the Black Cats this year and their draw against Arsenal away from home only confirms suspicions that they will be pushing for a top ten finish. Frazer Campbell has always looked in danger of developing into a 15-20 goal a season striker and this season could be the one where he finally does just that!

 

Swansea – The Swans weren’t told that the international flavour of summer sport had finished and turned up  for their first game in the Welsh kit. Despite this blunder they romped to a glorious 5-0 win against a very ‘new-look’ Q.P.R team. Apparently they don’t have second season syndrome in Wales or Denmark and Laudrup looks like he is only going to build on Brendan Roger’s foundations as the Swans march on, irrepressibly, to another year of mid-table respectability. Scott Sinclair looks increasingly likely to leave but that shouldn’t ruffle any of the Swans’ feathers as new signing Michu looks to have goals in him. They will once again – with Arsenal – show that there is a place for beautiful football in the English game.

 

Spurs – Is this the season that Spurs are finally going to turn all of their potential into silverware and a Champions League place? Possibly not. Once again they look like they are going to be the nearly-men and will have to fight it out with Newcastle, Everton and Liverpool (included out of politeness not from any real belief) for fifth. While their first choice 11 certainly doesn’t lack quality, a few injuries could brutally expose a lack of depth up front. That being said, this is a team with real talent who on their day will beat anyone. Expect excitement and thrills but ultimately agonizing failure. We might even get the traditional Adebayor ‘sulk’ now that he’s signed for a cheeky 5 million. AVB looks like he is going to be sitting pretty in the hot seat for a few seasons yet, which – given the otherwise lack of petulant Portuguese managers – can only be a good thing? Just ask Chelsea.

 

West Ham – Currently on track to qualify for Europe, though this is not something that I expect will be sustained. In fact over the coming weeks I see only a dramatic drop in fortunes, which, coming at any other point in the season, would have many in the boardroom reaching for big red buttons labelled “panic.” That being said, this West Ham team look too good to go down and in Big Sam Allardyce they have a manager who knows what it takes for a team to survive the drop. Expect a relegation dogfight but also that the Hammers will emerge unscathed.

 

West Brom – Arguably the form team in the league. If United or City had beaten Liverpool 3-0 then pundits across the land would have been marking them down in pen as this season’s Champions. Ignore the fact that Liverpool went down to 10 men, conceded two penalties and spurned a host of presentable chances and you too could be forgiven for hyping up West Brom chances this year. Just like last season they are going to be hard to break down and looking to counter, while Lukaku will give defenders nothing short of the collywobbles. Having said that, West Brom won’t finish anything higher than 10th and with the best will in the world, ‘not in any real danger’ is about as high as my prediction for them is going to get.

 

Wigan – A seemingly routine 2-0 loss against Chelsea makes all too familiar reading for Latics fans, although as with most of this Season’s opening games, the result doesn’t tell the real story. They created no end of chances, Victor Moses looking particularly dangerous, and with some better finishing could have caused Chelsea real problems. Their 3-4-3 formation, which was so effective at the back end of last season, appears to have survived the off season no worse for wear and Wigan fans might finally be in for an un-stressful year.  Or not. This is Wigan, so they will probably make it much more difficult than it might otherwise be.

Style on the Street: New York City

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 Having long mastered the art of people watching, I set out to traverse the boundary of socially acceptable conduct by stalking, approaching, talking to and photographing strangers. The iconic Street Style bloggers ‘The Sartorialist’ and ‘Garance Doré’ had made it look so glamorous, but somewhat lacking in their status and the swarm of desperate fans that stand outside fashion week shows in a nonchalant manner in the hope of them passing by, it was I, the ‘photographer’, who was forced to loiter around street corners, playing the waiting game.

 Arrived in New York for a four-day stay, the city was ablaze with a forty-degree heat wave that lead to some sweaty, uncoordinated wardrobe choices, doing very little to endorse my proclaimed association with a newspaper’s fashion column. I also soon found out that street style photography is a one [wo]man job. My male travel companion berated my refusal to approach a girl ‘dressed’ in a bikini top and gold lycra shorts, dashing his hopes of acquiring her number. He was also less than pleased that we had missed the Guggenheim. We had been there in good time, but I had insisted on standing outside the entrance for an hour and a half in the hope of finding some suitable subjects. In an interview with Style.com, Garance Doré made the comparison between the activity of street style shooting and that of hunting, and I very much got that sense after just one day. It soon becomes a frantic yet addictive search through crowds as you become impatient, and it can be extremely frustrating when nothing materializes. 

New York, of course, is a crucible of style and individuality and I was not lacking in material.  From Manhattan to Brooklyn to Harlem, I sensed a sort of confidence that people had in their own outfits, and indeed in their skin, that I had never before experienced. Unlike in Paris, I saw no uniformity or tendencies in what people were wearing, and that is the most striking thing about New York fashion. Everyone seems to possess such a willingness to experiment with mismatched trends and vintage finds, with their poise and conviction allowing them to pull it off. Here are a few of my favourite New York looks…

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Rachel, 21, outside the New Museum of Contemporary Art.
I loved Rachel’s boyish trouser/brogue combination, paired with the beautifully tailored, monochrome shirt. She perfectly pulls off the androgynous summertime look with the right amount feminine details found in the sunglasses and bag.

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Carrie, 23, snapped outside ‘Opening Ceremony’. 
They say that you can spot a real New Yorker by the fact that she’ll be wearing jeans in summer. Carrie takes this one step further in her choice of footwear: suede brown boots. Perfectly composed with no signs of the heat, I liked the festival feel of her outfit with the inclusion of a tribal necklace. 

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Rachel, 27, outside the MoMa.
Rachel exemplifies the confidence found in many New Yorkers by her brave choice of striped trousers. The black and tan tones are classic and don’t distract from the main piece. I loved the classic gold bangle and black floppy hat combination. 

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Samantha, 23, snapped waiting for a friend in Manhattan.
Samantha’s outfit epitomizes the daring found in New Yorkers’ fashion choices. I loved her bold use of layering and the mix of colours. The oversized clutch is a lovely addition, allowing her to fully show off her beautiful outfit. 

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Dylan, 21, Bedford Avenue. 
Dylan’s outfit exemplifies casual chic with the pairing of khaki tailored trousers and a casual cotton striped t-shirt. I adore his leather bag and shoes.

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Jane, 28, Bedford Avenue.
Jane told me she had just come out of her yoga class and it really showed. It wasn’t that her outfit was particularly eye catching or unique, but it was something about the way she was wearing it that attracted my attention. I loved the very French mix of tan, blue and straw and the whole outfit is very effortlessly chic.

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Marta, 22, Morgan Avenue.
I had a long conversation with Marta as I bought a dress from her wardrobe clear-out stall, a popular motif in Brooklyn’s streets on a Sunday. She had just moved from Germany and was working as a fashion journalist due to her love of New York’s sartorial open mindedness. I adore her dainty lace shirt paired with a canary yellow skirt. 

Review: Wayne Krantz Trio

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I’m sitting in Ronnie Scott’s.  Ronnie Scott’s is a place where world-class Jazz coincides with a dress code that considers t-shirts, jeans and trainers to be acceptable, and you can gain access to it between the hours of 6pm and 3am for only £20.  It has somehow struck a perfect balance: it caters for both students and caviar-eaters; it is unquestionably stylish and yet it is relaxed and inclusive, without the slightest hint of stuffiness.  My friend remarks after careful deliberation that it’s the ‘coolest place ever’ – I can’t disagree.  An excellent support band have recently left an intimate stage under a low, black ceiling met by candlelit tables; the walls are covered with pictures of every Jazz musician who has ever been anything. 

Wayne Krantz’s band has just been introduced and drummer Nate Wood walks onto the stage.  Looking relaxed he drops into an ice-cool groove.  He is joined by bassist Tim Lefebvre, whose collaborations with Wayne span decades.  Then Wayne Krantz.  When his setup is just as he wants it, he starts to scat into the microphone. 

Is it scat? Well it’s improvised, and it isn’t words, so what else can I call it?  But it also isn’t, it’s so novel, and rhythmically so many echelons more delicious than anything I’ve ever heard improvised into a microphone.  This thought is immediately overridden as all three enter the music at once.  The sound created by the unbelievable chemistry between the players manages to be so relaxed and yet instilled with such energy and direction.  Is it even Jazz?  There is no genre I can cite to articulate it. 

Krantz often makes a point of his improvisational philosophy, and just how strongly he adheres to it is clear in his playing.  He never sounds as if he slips into preconceived or practised patterns, even recurring riffs and ideas within songs sound as if he has found them all over again on his instrument each time he plays them.  Nate and Tim are just as impressive – although Wayne leads, they nonetheless contribute to the direction of a sound ranging from quirky to chaotic, delicious to seemingly non-tonal, but always undeniably original. 

They alternate between songs from Wayne’s new album ‘Howie 61’ and instrumental numbers, with the no less awesome exception of a version of ‘Can’t Touch This’ in the second half.  At its peaks, the climactic guitar lines cause your breath to catch inside your throat, and the rhythm solidifies in a way which makes you feel you could actually grab a hold of it out of the atmosphere and bite a chunk off. 

I’ve heard some incredible trios, but this blows them all out of the water.  The immediacy with which they pull this perfectly chilled energy out of their heads and onto their instruments is not only demonstrative of utterly outstanding musicianship, but is infectious in a way that I have never come close to experiencing before.  It is a show which makes you wonder how you could ever have aspired to play an instrument in any other way. 

One of the many reasons I love Jazz is that it has such potential to set sound free.  Nothing I have ever heard better embodies that potential.  Both rhythmically and harmonically it would be a struggle to conceive of anything more complex and more distant from how we ordinarily understand music, but it works on an undeniably basic level.  This isn’t complexity for complexity’s sake, but an uncompromising commitment to originality, and to a musical understanding built as free from limitation as conceivably possible.  And I’d quite like to go again, please. 

Criminal disguised as policeman robs student

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A student has been robbed by a criminal posing as a plain-clothed policeman in North Oxford.

The 15-year-old was approached by a man who claimed to be investigating a mobile phone theft. The man went on to search his bag and confiscate personal belongings, including two phones, money, and headphones.

The student was given a fake receipt and told that he could collect the items from the Police Station later, but the incident turned out to be a scam.

Thames Valley Police are now investigating the case, which occurred along the Woodstock Road on 6th August, but state that no arrests have been made.

OUSU President, David J Townsend, emailed all Oxford University students informing them of the scam and explaining how to react if approached in a similar manner. The email was also sent to the 19,000 Oxford Brookes students.

Townsend stressed the role that the Student Union can play in fighting crimes of this nature, writing, ‘We can get the word out to more than 1/4 of the residents of Oxford in a couple of clicks of the mouse. Cop that, sneak thieves.”

The scammer is said to have been a white, bearded man, aged between 35 and 40.

Review: Long Day’s Journey Into Night

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A harrowing performance: it is rare to see a play that distils so poignantly and so bitterly the life of the playwright himself into less than three hours. Eugene O’Neill, perhaps America’s greatest playwright, wrote Long Days Journey Into Night in 1940. However, he pledged never to publish it until twenty five years after his death, and even then banned it from ever being performed. His widow overrode both intentions, and audiences today can still sense its heavily autobiographical nature, infusing the play with an overwhelming and unsettling pathos.

Unfolding in one single day in August 1912, Long Days Journey Into Night captures the deeply dysfunctional Tyrone family in Connecticut. All four members of the family battle with addiction: the three males are alcoholics while the mother nurses a severe morphine addiction.  The conflict ensuing from these addictions drives each family member mad; from regret, resentment and denial. The play endlessly jumps between contrived buoyancy and laughter, as the family strain to delude themselves that they are unaffected by their problems, and cutting arguments and despair. The latter dominates the last hour, percolating the audience with a sense of futility and oppression, furthered by the claustrophobic lack of set-change.

David Suchet, of Poirot fame, delivered an excellent performance as James Tyrone, the father.  Whilst his American accent was somewhat patchy, he effortlessly performs James’ character as a ‘stingy old miser’, whose preoccupation with money leads him to sacrifice the health of his son Edmund, by sending him to a state sanatorium for his likely fatal consumption, rather than a pricier private one. The two brothers Edmund and Jamie are extremely well played by Kyle Soller and Trevor White respectively, who render the predictable and wasted life of the alcoholic, and portray a heart-rending and soul destroying concern for Mary Tyrone, their mother. Edmund is clearly the young Eugene O’Neil: thoughtful, poetic and unassuming, while his brother Jamie represents the boorish yet secretly tender American jock. However, Mary, played by Laurie Metcalf, provides a somewhat tiring performance. Her mental instability, evolving from her transformation into what her sons callously name a ‘dope fiend’, manifests itself in breathless winding speeches of regret, worry and accusation. Although this works well in writing, this dreary verbal monotony casts a negative shadow of boredom on an otherwise fantastic performance.

The play also reflects the great influence O’Neill had on Arthur Miller. In both Miller and O’Neill’s works, the potent theme of the lost American Dream is resonant. The all-encompassing delusion regarding one’s failure and insignificance in the face of the idealistic thriving individual is pertinent to James Tyrone, as he woefully dwells on what he could have achieved.

This performance was the closing night, perhaps helping to create a particularly intense and despairing atmosphere. Long Days Journey Into Night is undoubtedly challenging to execute night after night for so many weeks. The sheer emotional turbulence the cast must carry on behalf of their characters is visibly exhausting.  Despite this being the play’s last performance in London, I highly recommend reading the play. 

Review: The Revenger’s Tragedy

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It’s a Friday night in a darkened room above an Islington pub and Mark Field (as Vindice) is introducing his audience to the intrigues of a Jacobean court, styled as greed-driven 1980s Wall Street. It’s all a little bit Hamlet meets Ashes to Ashes. Vindice and Hippolito (Henry Regan) hastily hide the evidence of their plotting (skull and all) from their suspicious mother, then make their way to court – a hellish, amoral world, which resembles a never-ending retro fancy dress party.

Vindice’s transformation from angsty loner to man of the world could seem a little overdone – blonde wig, sunglasses, white suit – but the reaction it provokes gets the audience very much on side. We laugh all the way to the play’s bloody conclusion, caught up in a web of revenge and retribution and complicit in its unravelling. In parts of the last act, Vindice takes a seat among us, watching the culmination of his plans, with an apparently similar fascination. It is the variety of Field’s performance which propels the show – at times dominating the stage, physically and vocally, at others standing back in the shadows. You can’t ever be sure if Vindice is a tortured soul or meddling jester and this is precisely his appeal. The conclusion may be that if he is a sociopath, faced with this society we might be too.

The supporting cast is equally strong, each actor taking on multiple roles with great success, adding to the ensemble feel. Nicholas Kime carries off both juvenile rapist and modest maiden brilliantly (as well as a neon lycra leotard). Christine Oram as the Duchess is a formidable presence, but she also brings alive the minor part of a prison guard and ensures that the ‘seduction’ scene, between Vindice’s mother and her son, is one of the best of the play. The decision to double up the parts of the Duke and Antonio is also inspired. Steve Fortune differentiates both admirably, until the final scene when the parallels between the two become clear and one regime seems set to replace another. Above all, however, Jack Morris’ Lussurioso encapsulates the moral turpitude of the court. He is sleazy and repulsive even without the trappings of the period setting and the characterisation of his brief reign as duke as a drug-fuelled nightclub sequence seems a little unnecessary.

This is true of Nicholas Thomspon’s show as a whole – it is carried by the talent of the cast and clever direction, rather than impressive design. The production and theatre is a hidden gem and the play fresh and youthful, and consistently entertaining.

FOUR STARS

The Revenger’s Tragedy will be performed at the Old Red Lion Theatre until 29th September. Tickets from £10. 

Toying with Fashion

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Today the blogosphere is awash with interest in two innovations in the world of the fashion doll. The Vatican (of all places) is calling for worldwide distribution of the first bald Barbie – initially designed for children going through chemotherapy – while Mattel has unveiled what has been dubbed the ‘drag queen Barbie’, although a casual viewer may fail to see a great departure from the icon’s usual style.

With such an emphasis on the diversification of fashion role models, I started wondering – if Barbie has encouraged me to lead a life of bleach-bottle-blonde and push-up bras, what other influences in my youth have led me to dress the way I do today? So here are the top five fashion lessons I learnt as a child – for better or for worse, you decide.

  1. Shoes are most magical at their most impractical: My poor feet never stood a chance. With the triple click of Dorothy’s ruby slippers or the perfect fit of Cinderella’s glass shoe, I not only expected too much from my future footwear but was doomed to a life of teetering impracticality, damp soles and blistered toes. Watching the classic movie The Red Shoes should have deterred me, but all it served to do was glamorise the pain. Glass may be a step too far for even the most adventurous fashionista but, judging by the profusion of sequined pumps and heels hitting the shops this season, I mustn’t be the only one still secretly dreaming of an adventure in Oz.
  2. Can’t decide on a colour? Buy both: I have Disney to thank for this one. Aurora waltzes into her happily ever after at the end of The Sleeping Beauty. She is (somehow!) oblivious to her beautiful ballgown but her fairy godmothers squabble over whether it should be blue or pink. In true girly style I favoured the latter, but the idea of choice (and the colour-coding of Belle’s wardrobe in Beauty & the Beast) encouraged in me the dangerous habit of picking up several of the same item. I’m undecided on this one. If the cut and style are perfect, part of me says why not? But perhaps this one’s better left for Primark vests and frilly knickers, especially on a student budget.
  3. Make dresses out of curtains: Maybe this one’s just me. Brought up on a diet of The Sound of Music and Gone with the Wind, I viewed all household drapery as a potential target and wrapped myself in curtains to rehearse the effect. Moving into a house with large windows and colourful 70s décor was a dream and I even confided my fervent wish to my mother. She assured me that my particularly-coveted heavy red velveteen would look hideous, but with A/W ’12’s obsession with texture and embellishment, I like to think I was just way ahead of my time.
  4. Animal print can make you look like Cruella de Vil: Like a lot of little girls in the 90s, the 101 Dalmatians effect had me dressed in cheap faux fur and garish prints. I loved it at the time but my sudden realisation of its naffness scared me off the perennial trend in a way that I’m not sure I’ll ever be fully able to recover from. I have two rules for making it work (if you really can’t resist!). 1: Try the print in a different colour – leopard print in monochrome, snakeskin in purple. It makes it more fashionable, less Tarzan. 2: Limit to accessories, but don’t be too obvious. Leopard-print stilettos will always scream stripper.
  5. You can never have too many clothes: The philanthropic message of Hodgson Burnett’s The Little Princess was most definitively lost on my childhood self. For those of you who haven’t read the book, rich girl Sara (before being orphaned) not only owns a most magnificent wardrobe, but has everything in miniature for her favourite doll, Emily. Everything. Frocks in lace, velvet and muslin. Hats. Coats. Lace-trimmed underclothes. Furs, gloves and even handkerchiefs. The doll is taken to a dressmaker to have everything custom-made. This was my Pretty Woman moment before I was old enough to watch Pretty Woman. I wanted pampered. I wanted quality. But more than anything I wanted quantity. Even now, when I try to make investment purchases (or at least buy clothes that will survive a spin cycle), there is something delicious about a large-scale haul, that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to escape.

 

 

Films for Freshers

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Congratulations on getting into Oxford. I bet you’re excited to arrive, eh? Well, let me stab your excitement through the face, with my ‘Guide to Five Movies that Sort Of Explain How Your First Term at Oxford Will Be’.

1.) Animal House (1978) (or Project X (2012), if you just fluked your A-levels)- Your arrival in Oxford will see you being greeted by people who genuinely think it’s cool to ‘ironically’ dress up like John Belushi, in a toga. You’ll get dragged to bops and student nights and you might drink a bit (don’t worry, this’ll be over by first week). Any expectations of genuinely cinematic quality revelry ought to be dispelled at this point though: you’re more likely to see the Junior Dean being sick outside Park End than you are to hook up with the Dean’s alcoholic wife. For those of you who are still shell-shocked at finding yourself at Oxford and are struggling to believe in your own intelligence, you might like to try John Patrick Shanley’s Doubt (2008). After that, anything will seem like an upgrade.

2.) American Beauty (1999)- This one has an element of wish fulfilment to it, I’m afraid. Exhausted after years of hard work in a pointless job, Kevin Spacey blackmails his boss into a settlement (see also, Edward Norton beating himself up in Fight Club). This is the second state of mind you’ll experience at Oxford, one that might be called ‘Holy Fuck These Essays Are Hard’ Syndrome. On the plus side, your work crises are unlikely to result in you being molested by Chris Cooper and, subsequently, shot through the head. These might seem like little victories, but you’ll learn to take what you can get. For those of you who are coming with 8 A*s, you can watch A Beautiful Mind (2001) or something. I don’t know, you probably don’t watch films.

3.) The Shawshank Redemption (1994)- ZOMG, your school friends aren’t the only friends you’ll make in your life! You might be as shocked to discover this as Andy Dufresne was, when, after arriving in prison, he embarks on one of cinema’s greatest interracial, and subliminally homoerotic, friendships. At this stage in their lives, your new friends are unlikely to have the gravitas of Morgan Freeman, and everything they say, in those first few weeks, is likely to be so unbearably pretentious that you’ll have to resist slapping them repeatedly in the face. Still, if you can stick it out, there’s some metaphorical buried treasure and a Mexican beach waiting for you at the end. Although you’ll definitely have to wade through a mile of shit to get there, which brings me to…

4.) Blue Valentine (2010)- The most unrelentingly bleak film of recent years, this seems like the perfect movie to illustrate (and compound) your inevitable Fifth Week Blues. In this scenario, you are Michelle Williams and Oxford is Ryan Gosling. You have suddenly decided that the fire of romance has died and, now that he’s going bald and spends all day painting walls, you want to leave and do something else with your life. There will be broken hearts, there will be tears, there will be gratuitous amounts of oral sex. WARNING: This is not a good film to watch when you are genuinely depressed at Oxford. Save it for the aftermath of a difficult break-up.

5.) Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (2001)- You might think that where you’re going will be like Hogwarts, but it isn’t. You might think that you’ll learn all sorts of interesting new things, but you probably won’t. You might think that you’re a wizard, but that’s probably a sign of dangerous mental illness. By the end of your first term, however, you’ll have managed to work out where all the moving staircases are (there are none, this is the real world), how to avoid a giant, three-headed dog (lecture/essay/tute combo) and how to steer clear of The Forbidden Forest (Wahoo). Just like Harry Potter, you’ll be scarred and orphaned (hopefully not), but that glowing feeling in your bosom, well Champ, that’s the feeling of acceptance. Also, you’ll pretty quickly discover which of your tutors is Voldemort. Good luck with that.