PPE Dinner

This evening marked the annual PPE dinner which was a typically exciting and marvellous event. It was a formal dinner held in the College's Old Busary - the SCR dining room - in which we had a chance to dine with our tutors and talk to them in a more informal setting than would normally be the case. Of the tutors Chris, the economics fellow and Steve, the politics fellow, was there; also in attendence: Alistair McMillan, who took over for Steve the whole of last year when the latter was on sabbatical, Vicky Nash, who teaches us Political Theory, Corrine Besson, the philosophy lecturer, the new economics lecturer, and also, Nishan DeMel, who had taught my year economics in our first year at Trinity.

It was a sumptous meal as usual. The starter was a lovely prawn salad, and the main was duck, brilliantly done with its own sides, and I greatly enjoyed it. I was put next to Andrew, which was nice seeing that I had not had a chance to speak to him for quite awhile, and Vicky, whom I find that I could always talk to on numerous topical issues. Dinner was of course preceded by the obligatory champagne reception, and the meal came with red and white wine, the latter especially being quite wonderful.

The evening was interrupted somewhat by the fact that it was hustings for JCR committee positions, and us being PPEists, three first years had run for posts. The last person was Daniel Smith, who somewhat bizarrely ran for Diversity Rep. After going in to watch Dan husk, we retired to the so-called "Gentlemen's Club"(Damian and Dan's room) with Alistair and Chris in tow, for more evening entertainment. It was wonderfully seeing everyone gathered together like that, generally having a great time. I stayed quite late that evening, and had a fair bit to drink, meaning that I shared a taxi back to Stav with Rory, who had come down on the day for the dinner, but not before I had played Chris at chess (and lost) and Justin had beat him twice.

All in all, a wonderful evening that was just so typically Oxford. Black tie, fine dinner's, tutors smoking and playing chess against you, plentiful wine and port. Surely the way life is meant to be lived.