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Trinity 2021: Meet the columnists!

by Zaman Keinath-Esmail March 24, 2021July 18, 2021

The Weekend Wine List

by Anonymous Contributor March 19, 2021May 5, 2025

Nice to Meet You, I’m (Still) a Slut! Season Finale

by Alice Garnett March 19, 2021July 18, 2021

Feeling Final: the nostalgia effect

by Sarah Lewis March 14, 2021March 14, 2021

Nice To Meet You, I’m A Slut!: A Rough Guide to BDSM

by Alice Garnett March 14, 2021March 14, 2021

The Weekend Wine List

by Anonymous Contributor March 12, 2021May 5, 2025

Nice To Meet You, I’m A Slut!: An Ode to Boundaries

by Alice Garnett March 8, 2021March 8, 2021

How to Zoom through your online tutorials

by Uma Gurav March 6, 2021July 18, 2021

The Weekend Wine List

by Anonymous Contributor March 5, 2021May 5, 2025

Boyhood before ‘Boyhood’: Silence, simplicity and Yasijuro Ozu’s ‘I Was Born, But…’

by Martha Wilson February 27, 2021July 18, 2021

Alice’s Oxford, Oxford’s Alice: Wonderland in Our City

Rohit Ghosh Jun 22, 2025 5 min read

Alice’s Oxford, Oxford’s Alice: Wonderland in Our City

“On Saturday 5 July, expect a day of spontaneous street performances, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland-themed city tours, croquet tutorials at Christ Church, and the famous…

Selina Todd On The Working-Class Reality Britain Keeps Forgetting

Ava Doherty Jun 22, 2025 5 min read

Selina Todd On The Working-Class Reality Britain Keeps Forgetting

“There’s still this persistent idea, especially in Britain, that the ‘real’ working class is only white, male, and manual. However, that has never been the…

Iago: Working Class Villain?

Ebony-Coco De Lara Jun 20, 2025 10 min read

Iago

“This piece is an expression of my distaste for Coleridge’s ‘motiveless malignity’. It is a rebellion against the usual ideas thrown at English students when…

Inadequacy

Nithusha Sathyendran Jun 19, 2025 3 min read

Focus Photo of Crumpled Yellow Paper Near Trash Can

January — a month that often has been disregarded as boring, was something that once offered me solace. When I was younger, the thought of…