Go Ask Your Mother...
Third Year Chemist on the look out for love!!! I've been waiting for Fresher's Week with bated breath (and fingers) all summer, and can't wait to get my hands on those moist, young things!! The problem is I'm 22 and still a virgin, though you would never guess it by looking at me: I'm tall (6 foot) and sporty (college table football and darts team). I get on very well with girls at my college - but just not in THAT way. Perhaps my sweating problem had something to with it; I don't know. Anyway, this sounds a bit stupid, but can you give me some tips on epulling'?...
Columns: newsfight!
Imagine you're seventeen again. Society says you must now decide your future, even though it doesn't let you drink Smirnoff Ices yet. You have two options. Either, go to university for free and get a grant to live on. Or, pay £1000 for your tuition, take out a loan and rack up massive debts. Hmmm, let me work on that little puzzler....
Columns: Life's Rich Tapestry
Howdy. Jim here. Graduate of this fair burgh and cultural critic for South Carolina's finest print weekly, The Cousin. Seems the folks here at the Oxford Student needed a sharp eye and two fingers to type homespun musings for all you privileged young people. And since I only got one eye and two fingers (wood chipper accident), the editorial staff and I get on just great....
Columns: The Real World
Having left Oxford in July after 4 years, this column is meant to give you an idea of the world to come. Of paths you will one day tread. Trust me. 4 years is a long time. The time between World Cup Finals. When I started, no one had heard of Britney Spears, and we all loved Tony Blair and TFI Friday.
Columns: Another world
My future housemates told me to meet them in the King's Arms. All roads lead to the King's Arms. Even the ones in Headington. Downhill all the way and Beer Power on the way back. I speak from experience - The Hill is a veritable monster on a Friday night. Only the playstation and kebab van justify the struggle....
Columns: Conforming to Stereotype
If you're reading this face down in a puddle of something indistinguishable, lying in bed next to someone equally indistinguishable (and a traffic cone), well done. You're off to a flying start. If not, just relax. Put the paper down and go get three gin and tonics. I can help you.