• Oxonian in Cambridge

    Scouts and Celebrations

    Scouts and Celebrations

    The invitation, just arrived, is to a college gaudy. It's the third to which I've been asked in twenty years and a tempting prospect, even admitting the bald truth that inclusion on the guest list has nothing to do with merit.
  • Oxford and the media

    A Degree of Resentment

    A Degree of Resentment

    Many of us, who went from Oxford into the media, will be a little surprised to discover that someone feels seasoned journalists and Oxbridge graduates are two distinct tribes.
  • The class of 2012

    So Long, Michaelmas

    So Long, Michaelmas

    It’s hard to believe that my first term at Oxford is nearly over — or rather, that a ninth of my degree is done, which is more than a little terrifying. Since my last post I have encountered highs, lows, and an unprecedented quantity of Sanskrit to boot.

  • Oxonian in Cambridge

    The Canterbury Connection

    The Canterbury Connection

    It's November and I'm spoilt for choice. I was tempted to write about Merton's arcane Time Ceremony but I passed on the grounds that the port-fuelled prancing only began in 1971, when I was but a few days old.
  • Oxford and the media

    A Little Learning

    A Little Learning

    Perhaps one of the things Oxford taught us was the value of being well taught. So when it came to entering a career, naturally people looked for a way to learn their chosen profession – and that applied to the media, too.
  • Editor's blog

    Falling Giants

    Falling Giants

    In the midst of reading novelist Justin Cartwright’s (Trinity, 1965) This Secret Garden Oxford Revisited, I ran into Auden’s contemporary Louis MacNeice (Merton, 1926).
  • Oxonian in Cambridge

    The Folly of Bridges

    The Folly of Bridges

    Good news this week, via television, of the reopening of the old rail line between Oxford and Cambridge. Neither new nor true, actually, and worse for being a curate's egg; a deception redeemed, in part, by the irresistible glimmer of hope that it might happen, as if in the repetition it might materialise.

  • The class of 2012

    The First Week

    The First Week

    Though the spires in Oxford are best known as ‘dreaming’, I can assure you that those who live and study beneath them seem to work and play very hard indeed.
  • Oxford and the media

    Golden years

    Golden years

    The media was once among the most golden of post-Oxford careers. It offered an opportunity to explore and set the social agenda, enjoy a glamorous lifestyle, and get well-paid for one’s ideas and writing.
  • Editor's blog

    Computer

    A Brave New World

    As this blog is an entirely new concept, designed to coincide with our freshly redesigned digital presence, this first post feels like a sensible point at which to explain why I’m even blogging at all.

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