• 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.