The ‘Art’ of Making Coffee?
Coffee has become my indispensable item. Like many other 20 year old students I cannot function sensibly without my morning cup; always a medium white Americano, preferably from Taylors and consumed whilst sitting on the library steps with a good book in hand. Chain shops are just not the same for me anymore. The...
Oxford Shakespeare Festival; Why we are still celebrating the Bard
The Oxford Shakespeare Festival or more fashionably termed the Oxford Bard Fest, began in earnest with a launch picnic in university parks, exploiting the glorious weather and providing the platform for what promised to be a two-week indulgence of the playwright. Determined to avoid a purely thespian dominated fortnight, the festival played host to music, talks and events as...
The Tempest: An Oxford Garden Show
Amongst the punting, the croquet and the Pimms on freshly shaven lawns, the garden show is one of those phenomenon that represents an Oxfordian summer. Classically intellectual and brimming with ‘thesps’, the audience absorbing the play whilst enclosed in cloisters, columns and clematis are immersed in a time warp; all one need do is imagine...
Titanic: The Musical…
I have a terrible phobia of the underwater. To this day I have never sat through the entirety of James Cameron’s 1997 film… When the quivering and the nausea begin to sweep over me, which usually happens as soon as the ship pulls away from the dock, I have to switch off. Despite the numerous documentaries and...
Oxford Literary Festival: My love affair with Charles Dickens
It’s come around again, the Oxford Literary Festival, Christchurch meadow and Christchurch college in the beautiful spring sunshine, celebrating all kinds of literature currently out there; detective mysteries, classic authors, biographies, cookery books, children’s illustrators, political diaries and journals and some good old fashioned novels too. I’ve been for the last two years and loved...
Anna Karenina: Eifman Ballet
To me, ballet is one of those art forms where even if you don’t understand or enjoy it, you can’t help but sit mesmerised at the talent and the outcome. Not pretending to know the first technical thing about ballet, I do happen to love Russian literature. In particular, Anna Karenina, Tolstoy’s slightly shorter, albeit...
