Since I arrived at Oxford, alcohol has been woven into the fabric of my university experience. Drinking isn’t just expected – ...

After tickets sold out in under an hour, spectators crowded into St John’s auditorium to watch the dancers go toe to toe in the spotlight.

Something I miss about home is the sea. There’s a comfort in the fact it’s always there. When you walk through my hometown, even if you can’t see it, you can smell it.

I’m here to interview Julia Whatley, the white-haired, eye patch-wearing, (table-hogging?) artist I sometimes glimpse, hunched over her notebooks, in Blackwell’s Nero. Apparently I am a less ...