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Ball Crashers

A look into the underworld of the vigilantes who gate-crash Oxford’s steeply-priced summer balls. It’s Trinity term. For some, that means lethargic afternoons on the lawns, swims in Port Meadows, and croquet. For others, it means the hard graft of finals, doing one’s best to block out the sun both literally (trapping oneself in the […]