Mendelsohn's Misanthropy
I hate going out in Oxford. A tedious exercise which is far removed from any rational idea of fun, clubbing is an almost nightly ritual for the brainless majority of oiks who make up the population of Oxford. United by their dubious love of cheese, pleasure-seekers descend upon the town in an ultimately futile attempt to validate their empty lives. ...
Columns: Fashion
The desire to be different, to stand out and be noticed, is something which is now synonymous with the punk movement in music and fashion.
Columns: Minions On A Mission
I've never been a daring guy. Silly, yes. Daring, no. Neither had OxStu Minion Two, my fellow journo gimp turned professional prankster. It must have been with this in mind that The Editor Herself gave us the sketchiest of indications as to what this column would involve, when persuading (forcing) us into this. ...
Columns: Sexcellent
While I've been off I've been thinking, in particular, about the noises you all make when you're engaged in the deepest intimacy with the ones you cherish.
