Folly Bridge Brasserie: one for the bons vivants

Our last restaurant mission of term saw us head beyond St Aldate’s to the Folly Bridge Brasserie. Sat on the banks of the Thames, it’s almost as if the restaurant has loosed its French moorings and is briefly stopping by to give les rosbifs of Oxford an idea of haute cuisine. The Brasserie is certainly a world away […]

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A clockwork orrery

Tick-tick, tick-tock, tick-tick. The clockwork inside the fat brass disk clicks as our guide turns the tiny brass handle of the Orrery.  It looks too small for his large gnarled hands, but he gently turns the handle and the delicate brass wires suspending the planets in their place begin to turn under the rhythm of […]

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Soundtrack of the streets

If you’ve taken a stroll down to the corner of Cornmarket and Queen Streets, then you’ve noticed that the city of Oxford is bustling with buskers, teeming with troubadours, and mottled with musicians. These home-grown entertainers range from magicians to contortionists to jugglers, but the most common street performer is the musician, guided to Oxford’s […]

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Threads of silk and gold

The sky is a borderland: that colour somewhere between silver and gold, that in-between space in the grey where heaven meets earth.  It’s a border time too – that moment between sunset and twilight when the last touches of pink fade and the leaves on the silvery brown birch trees turn red, the color of […]

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Agony Porter

Right then. Which loon has OxStu arm-wrestled into answering our questions this week?  Afternoon all. I’m Brian, one of the college porters. I’ll be replying to your queries over a cuppa as I watch the college CCTV – what’s all this then? Keepie-uppies outside the Fresher block? Hold my key set! – Sorry, where was […]

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The aftermath

Nick Mutch, a native of Christchurch, New Zealand, offers a personal perspective on the 2011 earthquake.  Disasters like this are timeless. The infamous lines penned by the French philosophe Voltaire of the Lisbon Earthquake of 1755 have a sharp familiarity… “Deluded philosophers who cry, “All is well,”  Hasten, contemplate these frightful ruins,  This wreck, these shreds, these […]

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