The six wives of Henry VIII are Divorced, Beheaded, LIVE!
Despite a technically glitchy start and a few dodgy accents, Frost/Nixon is a decent production of a compelling script.
We made it! And, unfortunately for some, they also made the news.
The end is nigh! Week Seven has passed, and we are all crawling to the finish line, for better or worse.
Real news is depressing, as we all we learned last week. Here’s some barely real news instead.
Well done America, you had one job.
Well, we can’t deny it anymore: we are halfway through term, and still, no one knows what’s going on.
For those of you who tune in for friendly birds, keep reading to find out if there’s been any updates.
POSH was legendary, smashing, and all the other words its characters use to effusively praise things. In short, it’s a riot.
Week Two, you gave us all the flu, and we’re all feeling quite blue, but here’s all the news that you missed.
We bring you the juiciest gossip from the first week back in the bridge
Catching you up on all the antics you missed whilst on holiday attempting to forget the last year.
In the aftermath of the vote that shook Facebook feeds to their core, we look at what Brexit has actually brought us.
That Cambridge is riddled with secret societies might be the only non-secret thing about them.
Part II Psychology students were left shocked by the announcement that one of their exams would have five fewer essay options than originally promised.
We’ve all heard the chorus of “This term is super fun for English and History students! They get eight weeks of lounging in the grass before May Week while everyone else slaves in the library.”
Following the scent of April-foolery, The Tab has hunted down all the stories put out by the Cambridge colleges, press and societies in the hopes of deceiving innocent, revision-addled Cantabs.
If only the girl I was last year, desperately keeping up with the notifications of the offer holders Facebook group, knew who I would be today.
A recent, anonymous member of my college mentioned to me in passing that my column was getting a bit tiresome because “it’s a bit dull to listen to you complain all the time”.
Warning: ecstatic reviewer.
In an attempt to fully integrate myself in Cambridge society, I decided to tackle the only thing left for me to fully understand: British Sport.