Voulez vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?
Valentines Day. God, the very words call to mind visions of gooey-eyed teenagers with boxes of cheap processed chocolate and little bits of recycled 'off-red' card (rather like this week's paper...) with something about the colour of roses on them. Bah humbug, I say. As far as I am concerned, Valentine's Day is a bizarre ritual gone wrong. ...
Features: Bubble and Squeak
For the majority of people, the name Jane Horrocks conjures up two images: Bubble, the Absolutely Fabulous secretary; and the long-suffering daughter in everyone's favourite supermarket ads. She herself admits that most people who recognize her in the street do so for one of those two roles, and particularly dislikes being recognised primarily for her role in an advert she accepted solely "out of greed". Personally, I see nothing wrong in earning a huge wad of cash for a minimal amount of work when the opportunity presents itself, but Horrocks is keen to explain that she tries as hard as possible not to accept "crap". In fact, she insists that her art is far more dear to her than money. She has turned down opportunities to try her luck in Hollywood, and seems to be fighting her self-confessed greed in an attempt to quit the Tesco series....
Features: The gift of love
Oxford's got potential for romance: punting down the Cherwell on a summer's day; maybe strolling through the quad, shafts of sun shining through trees, leaves gently blowing along the path...; 'platonic bed sharing', promised by the alternative prospectus would probably do.
Features: Love Fairies
We're in the KA on a Thursday afternoon. We sit, huddled in a corner, hands gripping pints firmly, knuckles white, eyes locked on our home-made red netting wings. The photographer polishes his zoom lens