Spare change
Trinity term. Hundreds of pasty students are sitting or lying in quads, parks and punts dodging work. However, a new and terrible reason to be guilty has entered the minds of the sunbathing population. Reverend John Platt and Mary-Jane Hilton have set the value of your place at Oxford at £300,000 pounds.
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Features: Marathon Woman
For so long I was complacent. I'd done the training (or most of it). I could run a half marathon reasonably comfortably. I had been gleefully 'carbo-loading' for the past five days - an ideal excuse to pig out on pasta and Frosties. I had the blister plaster securely in place, and had smothered my toes in Vaseline to stop my trainers rubbing them. What could go wrong? ...
Features: The gates to wisdom
Little do the inhabitants of Oxford suspect the hive of activity just nine inches beneath their very feet. In a style reminiscent of Willy Wonka's chocolate factory, only those who are employed within have access to the Bodleian Bookstack, leaving musty wafts (and the OLIS catalogue) to tempt those with a literary sweet tooth. Rumours of employees hired for their wizened aspect and diminutive stature, or of Victorian pit ponies relentlessly trekking through the dark mazes of the Oxford Underworld, slip out from beneath the cloak of intellectual secrecy....
Features: Letter From America
Viewed from above, DC is just a grid, with a few diagonal roads cutting across - major thoroughfares with power names - Pennsylvania Avenue, Massachusetts Avenue. These strips converge in green, park-like Circles, fountains surrounded by homeless bench-dwellers. From the sky we zoom down into Dupont Circle, 10pm last Saturday night....