WILL SEYMOUR seeks the comfort of escapism in the bounteous bosom of a corseted Victorian wench, but even his own self-spun yarns end in a tangle of despair and impotence.
HARDY CUBASCH’s life’s suddenly got glamorous as the Boat Race draws nearer and the world is informed of the lucky 9 who’ll be racing in front of millions in 18 days time.
It’s LOUISE RIPLEY-DUGGAN’s last column. And she’s writing about writing. It’s deep stuff.
HARDY CUBASCH continues his countdown to the big day with a look what is for some people the first really important day of the year: CUBC trials
Hardy Cubasch
Sophie Thorpe
CAMBRIDGE
SOPHIE THORPE addresses her anonymous commenters in her last ever column.