It does not come as a surprise that the media has yet again picked up on Oxbridge prioritising wealthy, private school students, although it is refreshing that someone is taking action against the hierarchy.
The latest episode in the long-running series of Oxbridge admissions 'scandals' is one of the more dramatic ones.
The protesters just don't fancy having Julian welcomed by their Union. He can do what he wants elsewhere, just not in our backyard, okay? In this sense, the argument boils down to a folksy, everyday problem. Would you want Julian Assange round for dinner?
This year we decided to spray shoes with a red 'x' and leave them dotted about the city, tied to lampposts and left on college walls. Some of them directed you to a café where you could get a free cup of coffee or a scoop of ice cream with it, and five carried a free ticket; others simply bore messages like 'I'm a free shoe enjoy!'
Anna is an advocate of the Drapers SOS Save Our Skills campaign which also has the backing of Arcadia boss Philip Green. Save Our Skills champions the sourcing of product categories which are no longer cost effective to produce offshore.
Many of you will have seen the recent advertisement series run by Google Chrome. It really is something. The punchy commercial, fronted by Julie Deane of Cambridge Satchel Co, never ceases to fill me with wonderment and inspiration.
What about fitting in? Do I feel different, being a published author before I start university? I like to think not. I like to think I am grounded, despite all the hype and excitement and joy. Maybe I'm not.
This media obsession with Oxford and Cambridge... creates an atmosphere of misplaced arrogance and grandeur within those institutions, it fuels the perception that we are ruled by an elite, impenetrable, Oxbridge club, and worst of all it intimidates poorer students away from applying to what are seen as alien institutions that only lets in posh kids.
The occasion is what counts - and an appreciation that if you don't provide enough of an deterrent, more and more people will start creating public dangers and destroying sporting events in the name of meaningless causes. Call this elitist if you will, but at least my name's not Trenton.
The collegiate system makes Oxford and Cambridge two of the warmest and most supportive student environments anywhere. It's difficult to eke out a reclusive existence - even if you want one - with social, academic, catering and living spaces all integrated into the same place.
A healthy democracy champions the right to dissent, and to do so visibly and publicly. If protests cause harm, then judges have all the artillery of criminal law at their disposal; if no harm is done, they should leave well alone.
Globally, one in three girls around the world is denied an education by the daily realities of poverty, discrimination and violence. Every day, young girls are missing out on school, forced into marriage and subjected to violence.
What seems obvious to people who went to a school where the closest thing to a tuck shop was the Chicken Spot over the road, is not what they believe over at Britain's top schools. Ask most Wickamists, Etonians or Salopians* and they'll tell you that getting into Oxbridge from a state school is easier than looting trainers in a riot.
Following my Oxford interview, I was adamant that, even if I got an offer, I would turn it down. Being from a state school which had never sent anyone to Oxbridge, the first in my family to apply to university, living in the North of England on a one-parent income, I was sure that it was not going to be my thing.
Welcome to the second in my triptych of blogs about getting into Oxbridge. Sorry if you have a tweed fetish and actually came here for sex tips.
I was greatly touched that amidst the week's hard-hitting stories - the revelation that Harry has genitalia being the most significant - the national newspapers found space to report my 'Posh Girls' piece, and the subsequent controversy it raised. Thus I briefly entered the national spotlight in a rather ignominious fashion.