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Interview: Morgan and West

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Being able to go forwards in time must have many advantages, with the ability to forecast and prevent one’s own death ranking pretty highly! As a duo of Victorian magicians, Morgan and West are in the rather unique position of being able to make this a reality. Their time-travel plans are in place for their arrival at this year’s OxFringe, with a show in which, with a little help from the audience and a lot of help from magic, they will (hopefully) avert their own murders, otherwise due to take place later this year! 

While Morgan informs me that “there’s a great difference between Morgan and West and Rhys and Rob” (at which West interjects with a crucial similarity, assuring me that they both drink “A LOT of tea”), the establishment of their current Victorian performance personae had a slow gelling process. 

They reminisce about driving up to the Edinburgh Fringe as Oxford undergrads, agreeing in the car to “pay off all debts and never speak of this again if it all goes wrong.” Today, this tentative first step has developed into an ever increasing repertoire of routines with accompanying magic tricks, all absolutely grounded in the Victorian domain from which they operate. “It does get a bit tricky not being able to use things like marker pens,” says Morgan, discussing their commitment at all times to preserving their old-world aesthetic. When asked about the implications of being unable to use overtly modern devices in relation to the methods behind the magic, they were determinedly and mysteriously secretive. As it is a magician’s prerogative to be, I suppose, whatever century he hails from. 

“We’re very good at winging it,” they reflect modestly. A useful thing to be good at when the dramatic tension of their upcoming show hangs on their lives being at stake! Their inspiration for “Crime Solving Magicians” comes from Sherlock Holmes; and the realization of how effectively magic and sleuthing could be combined on stage. In designing the show, their need to adhere to an ever progressing story has meant that magic ideas are “absolutely plot-driven,” leading to the creation of something far more like a piece of theatre than a regular magic show. 

In determinedly moving away from the hoards of contemporary magicians vying to be at the “cutting edge” of modern magic, Morgan and West have created something indefatigably individual and charming, and their forays into the 21st century and onto the stage are something to be treasured. 

Review: Burlesque Night at Cafe Coco

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‘My God’, I thought, as my gaze fell limply upon the big fat man engulfing the chair opposite, ‘what a big fat man’.  There was little else to look at, you see. The advertised start time being apparently more suggestion than anything approaching fact, and the fascinating novelty of my wearing a smart shirt had long since evaporated.  I’d have noticed him anyway, I’m sure, because he was heavingly noticable, and not just for being fat – most of the men in the audience sat somewhere past portly on the scale.  It was instead the particular configuration of his fatness: he was large, but quite square.  Generously substanced, but with a treacle-thick lifelessness that compounded his perfection as a symbol of grubby, animal masculinity.  And as I stared at him staring at the stage in expectation, an overwhleming temptation for cruelty swelled inside me – and bubbles still clearly in this description.

‘It’s not art, it’s girls taking their clothes off!’, a friend offered when I explained what I’d be doing that night. I suspected myself of agreeing with them – not on principle, but in particulars – but convinced myself aloud that this was, regardless, An Opportunity, and more importantly a free one, and it seemed foolish to cast judgement without at least giving it a go.  After all, I liked Moulin Rouge.  But of course life is never as fun as the movies make out, and mundanity insisted upon wriggling its way in to every available orifice of the experience.  The night has to bill itself as enacting some glamorous, bedazzling escape from real life, because under anything approaching normal circumstances the matter-of-fact proclaims itself: burlesque is about watching girls take their clothes off. 

The formula is a prettily simple one: girl + music – costume.  The fatal flaw at Coco that night was in providing the ‘music’ aspect.  As we overheard during the midway fag break, certain people didn’t show up for the soundcheck beforehand, so for almost the entire show the dancers were gyrating to intermittent silence.  To their credit the compere took to the microphone eventually, with her amazing haircut, and sang along for one of performances, and the band too returned to the stage once it was clear the soundsystem was buggered.  But in all it lent an air of faint tragedy to the whole thing and, as the big fat man lumbered forwards, propping himself precariously by his walking stick, and all the middle-aged women tugged excitedly, hawkishly, at the sleeves of their pig-in-shit middle-aged husbands, and the girls spun out their choreography, and the bar staff struggled desperately with the audio cable against a backdrop of static, silence, and snatched fragments of the Pirates of the Carribbean theme song, I couldn’t help but hate everyone in the room a little bit.

I know it’s not sex-trafficking.  I know it’s all basically fine.  I’m sure the audio problems won’t be a problem again, and I do feel a little sorry for the organisers – as the top-hatted greeter complained, the night is ‘his baby’.  The girls were obviously beautiful, and they definitely did take off their clothes, but I don’t much see why anyone would pay £12 for the privilege of gawping when there’s the whole internet out there.  The whole experience proved more bizarre than anything else, and inspired such neurosis that I have since only managed to masturbate to the memory twice.  Seven thumbs up.

When the stork comes to Oxford

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Sifting through the massive store of JCR emails in my inbox in a fit of procrastination, one in particular happened to catch my eye this afternoon. It wasn’t relevant to my current life at Oxford, and indeed specified this fact in the subject line. But it brought back many memories from my first year and therefore allowed me a few minutes of reminiscing rather than reading – a common aim for many students in the lazy hazy days of Trinity, I am sure.

Addressed to the freshers, it reminded them that as newlyweds recently assigned college children, they had to remember to write letters to their offspring before the rush of Prelims and Mods, punting and Pimms, and other end-of-term activities both horrific and delightful took over their lives. They’ll write those letters and send them off to their children, and voila! Instantaneous families will be created, faster than adding water to Uncle Ben’s rice.

The summer before my first year, I was mystified upon receiving my letter in the mail (oh, forgive my American tongue – the post). I’d never heard of the tradition of college families. The closest you’ll get to this institution in the United States is in the collegiate Greek system, when sororities and fraternities assign new pledges, or “littles”, to older members, their “bigs” – as in, brothers or sisters. But that letter did contain important information, such as the theme of the Fresher’s Week bop, and its authors seemed nice. They would have me and my siblings over for dinner our first week.

I didn’t give it much thought until I arrived and was greeted by my college father on move-in day. It turned out to be one of the most fortuitous paternal relationships ever established in an Oxford college; I had never used a tea kettle before in my life and was bewildered as to how it worked. My father, to his credit, contained his laughter and only allowed a few chuckles to escape as he explained that the process was really quite simple; fill with water, plug in, press button.

So really, having college parents saved me quite a bit of embarrassment when I first invited new friends over for tea. And the dinner, at least what my siblings and I remembered of the drunken haze, was a perfect bonding experience. We began to look forward to the days when we would make our own matches.

And they came fast. Proposals were made and accepted during Freshers’ Week, and grew more elaborate over the course of Michaelmas. I had friends proposed to at Bridge, but also with songs below balconies or played over the radio. My own marriage was not made until Trinity, due to the fact that a match between two boaties required the backdrop of a Summer Eights barbecue.

I didn’t realize until well into the year that at some colleges, husbands and wives are assigned to one another by older students. But even with the freedom to make your own choice, there’s still an element of spontaneity; for you never know what sort of children the Oxford stork is going to bring you, when your first year has finished in a flash and preparations for the new batch of freshers are in full swing. 

Euro-Vision

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‘Hello Europe, Denmark calling!’ For the 18th time since its birth in 1978, Europe plays host to a European U-21 Championships. Over the years it has witnessed the birth of new stars onto both the European and International stage from Portugal’s Luís Figo and France’s Zinedine Zidane to more recently the Czech Repbulic’s Petr ÄŒech and Germany’s Mesut Özil as well as the participation of nations from across the continent. It is seen as a fundamental stepping stone towards progression into the senior team, an opportunity to get recognized and perhaps to place oneself in the shop window.  Here are ten bright sparks looking to become the superstars of tomorrow.

 

 

Christian Eriksen (Denmark)

Named Danish Talent of the Year – for a second consecutive year – and the youngest player at last year’s World Cup in South Africa, Eriksen has burst onto the scene and has become one of Europe’s hottest prospects. At the age of 20, he has already become an integral part of the Ajax squad which won this year’s Dutch Eridivisie title and has gained 14 caps for the Danish senior team. Predominantly deployed as an attacking midfielder Eriksen’s a shrewd and agile player who boasts speed and with it excellent technical ability that cause defences numerous problems.

 

Gylfi Sigurdsson (Iceland)

These are heady days for Icelandic football. For an island with a population of just over 300,000 people, the U-21 team boasts a number of exciting players, chief amongst them is Sigurdsson. He’ll be a name familiar to fans of Reading, who moved to Germany with TSG Hoffenheim last summer. A box-to-box midfielder, Sigurdsson boasts a great deal of flexibility. Whilst his best position is as an attacking central midfielder, he can also play on either wing. Sigurdsson is a known set-piece specialist who has an eye for goal and that’ll be integral to any Icelandic success.

 

Xherdan Shaqiri (Switzerland)

England fans will have seen the Kosovan-born midfielder as recently as last weekend as Shaqiri provided another impressive display in the Swiss midfield. He can play anywhere across the midfield although his preferred position is on the wing where he is able to utilize the abundance of pace which he possesses. His petite stature provides him with a low centre of gravity which feeds into his terrific ball control and consequent dribbling ability. Crucially he does provide an end product to all of his endeavours with consistent delivery of the ball from the flanks into the striker.

 

Mikhail Sivakov (Belarus)

Sivakov is quite simply an integral part of the Belarusian U-21 team. He is the team’s inspirational captain who has been a part of the U-21 setup since 2008 and is one of a number of players within the squad who either began their career or currently plays for arguably the most prestigious clubs in Belarusian football, BATE Borisov. He has spent this season on loan at Polish side WisÅ‚a Kraków from Italian side Cagliari and has produced a number of eye-catching displays, most notably scoring a quite simply sensational goal against Lechia GdaÅ„sk earlier this season.

 

Tomáš Pekhart (Czech Republic)

Fans of Tottenham Hotspur will remember Pekhart as being somewhat of a flop during his time at White Hart Lane. Nonetheless, since leaving the club in January 2010, he’s matured and become one of the most important players in the Czech Republic team, holding the record for the most goals for the Czech U-21 team with 16 goals. His renaissance will see him move to the German Bundesliga with Nürnberg this summer and he will not doubt form a potent attack with another rising star, Libor Kozak, who has already demonstrated his ability in Serie A.

 

Javi Martínez (Spain)

The tall Athletic Bilbao midfielder has been the subject of a lot transfer rumours since he came to prominence in 2009. Regarded as one of the best prospects in Spanish football, Martínez has been linked with Real Madrid, Barcelona and Manchester City to name a few. He’s the engine in the midfield who is always keen to get forward and has been compared to the likes of Patrick Vieira and Steven Gerrard. He’ll be at the heart of what will be a very attack-minded Spain midfield containing the likes of Valencia’s Juan Mata and Sevilla’s Diego Capel.

 

Iker Muniain (Spain)

Martínez’s teammate and a product of the Athletic Bilbao, Muniain is by far and away the youngest member of the Spain squad at the age of just 18. He has been deployed as a support striker however he is known to favour playing on the wing. Like Shaqiri, he poses a low centre of gravity as well as great agility and trickery which has triggered comparisons with Lionel Messi. He possesses a great deal of maturity for his age, exemplified through his acute tactical awareness, and is always prepared for a physical encounter despite his diminutive stature.

 

Frank Fielding (England)

England’s goalkeeper has gained all of his experience in the Lower-Leagues which has most recently seen him sign for Npower Championship side Derby County from Barclays Premier League team Blackburn Rovers. He’s become a regular in the U-21 team following the promotion of Manchester City’s Joe Hart and Birmingham City’s Ben Foster to the senior squad. Fielding played a crucial role in pulling off a number of fine saves during England’s playoff victory against Romania which guaranteed their qualification for the Championships. This year’s tournament will be the first big test for the young England Number One.

 

Danny Welbeck (England)

A product of the ever successful Manchester United academy, Welbeck grew into his own this season with a successful loan spell at Sunderland which earned him a first senior cap in a friendly against Ghana. Despite this, Welbeck is still eligible to represent the Ghanaian National team due to the game precisely being a friendly. Deployed either on the wing or in attack, he has a creative spark and is capable of producing something from nothing. He is tall and athletic and possesses the physical prowess needed by a striker as well as an abundance of pace.

 

Taras Stepanenko (Ukraine)

Just like Savikov, Ukraine’s U-21 Captain Stepanenko is an integral part of the team. The Shakhtar Donetsk player normally likes to operate as a defensive midfielder and is capable of breaking up the opposition play. He is slowly being bedded into the Shakhtar team with competition for midfield places as fierce as ever, especially with the likes of the Brazilian trio of Douglas Costa, Jádson and Willian. He’ll be important in relieving his side of any intense pressure and providing through balls for the speedy Dynamo Kiev striker Andriy Yarmolenko who has recently been in good form. 

First Night Review: For Coloured Girls

‘Being alive and being a woman and being coloured is a metaphysical dilemma I haven’t conquered yet’. Those are the words of one young girl as she grows up and struggles though life trying to avoid being what they all call her, to avoid being just one simple word: coloured.

It is not the unusual setting of the Oxford Union, or the group of singing girls that needs to be focused in this play, rather, it is the words which deserve the most attention. Words are used like red bricks to build the world, they can be imposed by others, created by ourselves, they forge our being.

For Coloured Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow is Enuf is a passionate play, atypical because it underlines within the text a complex issue: how the words we use to define our world become as powerful as destiny. All the colours of the rainbow, represented by the girls on stage, ask the same question: should we accept a definition given by others? Or should we start facing language as another social struggle, flushing out the repression and discrimination in common everyday utterance?

 

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For Coloured Girls is, as the title makes clear from the beginning, also play which tackles many difficult issues, not only words but race, gender and abuse. The type of issues that even nowadays playwrights seem to have difficulty with. The group on stage are amazingly passionate as well as extremely energetic. The scenes are intertwined with dancing, the audience is continuously involved into the action, spoken to. The lady in Orange, Remi Graves, as well as Fiona Johnston, the lady in Yellow, deserve a special mention for the high intensity they bring to the stage with their acting. It would be unfair, however, not to stress that the quality of the entire group is impressive and this makes the play a pleasure to watch. Of course, the quality of the writing by Ntozae Shange also plays a key role: ‘this is not a love poem, this is a requiem for myself because I have died in a real way’.

 

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However, there are many risks taken when the issue of racism is raised, it is a problem we have all heard about without learning anything new. This is what you may feel following those girls through their memories so beautifully depicted; as the problems are led in front of you there doesn’t seem to be anything new under the sun. The even greater risk is that one will fall into those words. In fact, the stories we hear define the small group around a life of rape, music and continuous violence, and yet one knows that this isn’t all there is in such a complex world as that which the young girls inhabit.

The ‘coloured girls’ explore the complexity of women’s life in the 20th century. The play acts as refreshing reminder of the problems women still have to face, a crucial and ongoing struggle. It all finally sums up on this one struggle, the fight for getting a chance to choose. Although as an audience member it is easy to be entranced by the singing voices of this flamboyant bunch, the question which must not be forgotten is not who do you want to be, but who do you not want to be.

 

4 STARS

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My Summer-y of Eights

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The sweltering Saturday of fifth week was my first foray across Christchurch meadow to the Isis. I am obsessed by most sports, but rowing is a discipline which has never really tickled my fancy. The reasons for this are multiple. Maybe it’s because the head of my school boat club was an five-foot idiot who made up for his lack of height by bullying impressionable young boys. Or maybe because rowing is essentially extremely homoerotic. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good all-male snuggle, but the concept of eight men in lycra rhythmically thrusting back and forth is a bit much.

Also annoying is how quite so much time in Oxford can be devoted to talking about it. Team sports are so widely talked about because they are so three-dimensional, and not only on the field. Football, for example, offers a constant source of debate because it has so many facets – technical and emotional; economic and social. A friend of mine’s dissertation is based on the social implications of the rise of professionalism in football. I would hazard that an essay on rowing’s effect on society might not be an enthralling read.

 

I am not diminishing the athletic integrity of rowing. The reason I’ve strategically omitted is that I have neither the fitness nor the motivation to attempt such a physically exerting discipline. It is quite a feat that the prospect of freezing early morning training sessions appeal to anyone, let alone the hundreds that compete every year in Torpids and Summer Eights. With these thoughts swimming around my still addled mind, I ambled along the dusty trail to the Isis.

 

The Saturday of Eights must be the best attended sporting event in Oxford. As I rounded a corner was greeted by a (not very authoritative) gaggle of marshals and hordes of rowing enthusiasts. It was like being in a country where you don’t speak the language. “Bumping” I could just about manage but congratulations for “rowing over” were beyond me. I tried to join in by screaming “KLAAAAXON” at the top of my lungs as I walked past a troupe of particularly underdressed girls but they just looked at me like I was a nutter. It was a carnival of sorts and everyone seemed to be having a great time. The smells of sizzling beef wafted past as some complete mug of a promoter tried to sell free entry to Camera before 7pm to me. As I made my way to the boathouse it was pretty clear I wasn’t there as a spectator; I had come to sip a few Magners, catch some sun and support my friends who were running the boathouse for the day.

 

Rowing is a quintessentially Oxonian sport. Every boathouse displays histories dating back to an era where having a moustache and wearing a straw hat automatically made you a big name on campus. Its lasting success stems from our collegiate system. Everyone, from beginners to Blues, is encouraged to compete at Eights; it boasts a participation of sportsmen and women which no other occasion can challenge. But the real strength of the event is the college boat clubs’ desire to cater for their supporters’ every need. Every balcony was packed with people eating and drinking and, unlike any other sport apart from perhaps cricket, there was no real pressure to pay attention to what was going on. Everyone was content to leave me cynically moaning into my cider.

 

Part of me wishes that I found rowing interesting. Maybe if I actually tried it as opposed to formulating completely unfounded opinions I would be swayed. But I doubt it. The sport’s strength, at Oxford at least, is in its inclusiveness. On the river, there is a bikini-clad man for every die-hard Blue. Off it, there is little pressure to do anything except enjoy the day.

No carbs before Marbs

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The cast of The Only Way Is Essex will tell you that the best way to get a summer bod which would make even Mark Wright jel is to follow the one cardinal rule: No Carbs Before Marbs. So, when my summer trip to Marbella was finalised, I chose my abs over the bakery section in Tescos. This is my story, and it is a tragic one. 

The first day was fine. Wasn’t hungry, didn’t feel I was going out of my way or hugely altering my diet, except resisting the urge to chow down on a Danish mid afternoon. At dinner, while tucking into a bread roll, a friend revealed that bread counted as carbs. Apparently so did pasta (lunch) and cereal (breakfast). Further research revealed that wine and beer contained carbs. Almost any Oxford student can identify with the pivotal role which alcohol plays in maintaining one’s sanity, and after a quick qualification (no carbs before marbs, except for booze) we were back on track. 

The first day was fine. Wasn’t hungry, didn’t feel I was going out of my way or hugely altering my diet, except resisting the urge to chow down on a Danish mid afternoon. At dinner, while tucking into a bread roll, a friend revealed that bread counted as carbs. Apparently so did pasta (lunch) and cereal (breakfast). Further research revealed that wine and beer contained carbs. Almost any Oxford student can identify with the pivotal role which alcohol plays in maintaining one’s sanity, and after a quick qualification (no carbs before marbs, except for booze) we were back on track. 

Day two revealed that you had to eat a hell of a lot of fruit for it to count  as a suitable breakfast. 12 apples later, and I was off to a lecture feeling hungry and a fairly acidic. By 6 o’clock I was miserable, tired and ravenous, deeming Camera  to be the most effective pick me up I ventured out into the night with a bottle of vodka, in my belly. 

The problem with alcohol is that it makes you do silly things: Steal bikes, take home stinkers and order unnecessary food. Rolling over to find a large yellow box with only one cheesy chip doused in bar-be-que sauce didn’t bode well for my new regime. Strangely enough taking home a stinker would have been a silver lining, at least I could probably have convinced myself that the latest munter had consumed the artery blocking cuisine. Alas, no, the bed was empty. And I hadn’t even stolen a bike to burn a few calories. 
Surviving the next part of the week off the tail end of the Hassan’s, Saturday came and the cracks began to show. Having resisted multiple taunts from so called friends (read ‘frands’) they whipped out my Achilles heel: KFC. The colonel’s unique blend of 11 herbs and spices was too much, and before long an empty boneless banquet lay before me. No carbs before marbs was not working. 
Its important to review failures in life so one may learn from one’s mistakes. There are three things I wish readers to take away from my tale. Primarily, no carbs before marbs is impossible for any human being. Unless from Essex. Next, only during dieting do you learn how sadistic human beings are. Finally, KFC is fantastic. 

 

Oxford’s Best: Bagel

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I’m not going to lie. This week I had planned on doing something a little blingy-er and less biased, you know, like fruity cocktails. Unfortunately, I got sick and far too sniffly to put on a mini-skirt for the sake of my art. So, sorry, you’re going to have to deal with a somewhat unprecedented and fever-fueled rant instead. On bagels. 

m not going to lie. This week I had planned on doing something a little blingy-er and less biased, you know, like fruity cocktails. Unfortunately, I got sick and far too sniffly to put on a mini-skirt for the sake of my art. So, sorry, you’re going to have to deal with a somewhat unprecedented and fever-fueled rant instead. On bagels. 
Let’s just start out by saying Oxford, and really, the whole of the United Kingdom does not have a ‘best’ bagel. On my first grocery trip in Oxford my elder English sister asked if I wanted bagels, and held up a plastic bag filled with deflated, raisin-y, something-or-others. If you believe that bagels come wrapped in plastic, I say put the bag down and step away slowly. 
Oh, G&D’s. Ice cream and bagels: they’re strange bedfellows, and this is from a girl who used to eat in a cafe called the ‘Sea Cliff Coffee and Sushi Company.’ Still, these after-thoughts are really the only ‘bagels’ being readily offered, and thus we shall now dissect the menu.  
Given that it consists of ‘bagel sandwiches’ involving deli meats and jam, not necessarily in the same sammie, I think it’s safe to say that bagels here are just round pieces of white bread. And, apologies to both G and D, but most of the time they’re stale. The cream cheese is philly, a good choice but hardly impressive, and they only have three varieties of bagel. There is so much more to life than that. I have even seen green, pink and blue bagels so dyed for respective holiday and sports’ occasions. Come on!
The Pizza bagels, seemingly perfect hangover food (also the food most often made by pubescents in every Home Economics class), were flavorless. The breakfast bagels, I assume because there is no real oven in the establishment, use poached eggs, not fried. We no like. 
G&D’s make good salads, but beyond finding this irrelevant, given the nature of the establishment, it’s also kind of upsetting, no?   

Let’s just start out by saying Oxford, and really, the whole of the United Kingdom does not have a ‘best’ bagel. On my first grocery trip in Oxford my elder English sister asked if I wanted bagels, and held up a plastic bag filled with deflated, raisin-y, something-or-others. If you believe that bagels come wrapped in plastic, I say put the bag down and step away slowly.

Oh, G&D’s. Ice cream and bagels: they’re strange bedfellows, and this is from a girl who used to eat in a cafe called the ‘Sea Cliff Coffee and Sushi Company.’ Still, these after thoughts are really the only ‘bagels’ being readily offered, and thus we shall now dissect the menu.

Given that it consists of ‘bagel sandwiches’ involving deli meats and jam, not necessarily in the same sammie, I think it’s safe to say that bagels here are just round pieces of white bread. And, apologies to both G and D, but most of the time they’re stale. The cream cheese is Philly, a good choice but hardly impressive, and they only have three varieties of bagel. There is so much more to life than that. I have even seen green, pink and blue bagels so dyed for respective holiday and sports’ occasions. Come on!

The pizza bagels, seemingly perfect hangover food (also the food most often made by pubescents in every Home Economics class), were flavorless. The breakfast bagels, I assume because there is no real oven in the establishment, use poached eggs, not fried. We no like. 

G&D’s make good salads, but beyond finding this irrelevant, given the nature of the establishment, it’s also kind of upsetting, no?   

Finalists feel the pain

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A new survey has reported that 59% students currently taking exams eat increased amounts of junk food while studying.

A new survey has reported that 59% students currentlytaking exams eat increased amounts of junk food while studying.
Consuming increased quantities of junk food is often connected with over-eating in order to cope with stress.
A second survey highlighted the fact that 1/5 of all students claim to have experienced anxiety attacks during the exam period, as well as 61% suffering from an inability to sleep and 51% from migraines.
Much of this stress can be traced back to the fact that 78% of students believe that the results of their exams will influence their career prospects upon leaving university.
Despite the health warnings that suggest increased junk food can actually lead to decreased productivity, 64% of students claim to be eating more chocolate, 61% are drinking more tea or coffee and 32% are drinking more energy drinks than normal.
Those finalists suffering from a lack of sleep may be unsurprised to hear that high levels of caffeine can drastically disrupt normal sleeping patterns.
Sam Hawkins, an English finalist, commented, “Some people ate lots more during revision, and some of that was probably food that’s not great for you, but some people found that they didn’t feel like eating because they were too stressed. 
“I’d say the more surprising thing was that only 20% of students say they suffered from anxiety attacks. Pretty much everyone I know has been incredibly stressed and anxious in the months before finals.”
One first-year student studying for Prelims said, “I know it’s not my finals, but it still feels like there’s a lot riding on these exams. Without a bike, I simply haven’t got time to go to Tesco’s all the time so why not just use the vending machine?”
Oliver Brann, editor of studentbeans.com stated, “With so much riding on exam results, including breaking into an already challenging job market, it seems students are putting their health at risk”.
An additional study however, conducted by Queen Margaret University, claims to have identified a possible solution: a daily drink of pomegranate juice.
Their study revealed that the juice caused a significant reduction in the level of the stress hormone cortisol in saliva and a significant reduction in systolic and diastolic blood pressure in all volunteers.
The study also reports that most subjects, upon consumption, felt less distressed, nervous and guilty about the stress surrounding their particular workplace.

Consuming increased quantities of junk food is often connected with over-eating in order to cope with stress.

A second survey highlighted the fact that 1/5 of all students claim to have experienced anxiety attacks during the exam period, as well as 61% suffering from an inability to sleep and 51% from migraines.

Much of this stress can be traced back to the fact that 78% of students believe that the results of their exams will influence their career prospects upon leaving university.

Despite the health warnings that suggest increased junk food can actually lead to decreased productivity, 64% of students claim to be eating more chocolate, 61% are drinking more tea or coffee and 32% are drinking more energy drinks than normal.

Those finalists suffering from a lack of sleep may be unsurprised to hear that high levels of caffeine can drastically disrupt normal sleeping patterns.

Sam Hawkins, an English finalist, commented, “Some people ate lots more during revision, and some of that was probably food that’s not great for you, but some people found that they didn’t feel like eating because they were too stressed.

“I’d say the more surprising thing was that only 20% of students say they suffered from anxiety attacks. Pretty much everyone I know has been incredibly stressed and anxious in the months before finals.”

One first-year student studying for Prelims said, “I know it’s not my finals, but it still feels like there’s a lot riding on these exams. Without a bike, I simply haven’t got time to go to Tesco’s all the time so why not just use the vending machine?”

Oliver Brann, editor of studentbeans.com stated, “With so much riding on exam results, including breaking into an already challenging job market, it seems students are putting their health at risk”.

An additional study however, conducted by Queen Margaret University, claims to have identified a possible solution: a daily drink of pomegranate juice.

Their study revealed that the juice caused a significant reduction in the level of the stress hormone cortisol in saliva and a significant reduction in systolic and diastolic blood pressure in all volunteers.

The study also reports that most subjects, upon consumption, felt less distressed, nervous and guilty about the stress surrounding their particular workplace.