Narcissists at Baby Love bar

It's very much the Oxford University take on what an indie, electro and dance night should be about - which may indeed lead many of you to form opinions of it already.

It's held every other week - and quite literally twice as many people turn up than can possibly fit in.

The queue was backed up nearly to the High Street by 11pm and showed no sign of moving even an inch - the people in it demonstrating stupidity rather than brave perseverance, determined to wait there all night if needs be.

We decided to let the situation cool off while we crossed the road and headed to Escape bar for a drink.

Escape was hilariously empty; I thought the DJ looked like he was contemplating suicide, or at the very least giving his life a much needed rethink!

Also, as a rule; anywhere that shows Fashion TV makes me extremely agitated - it's like they're trying to convince us we're in Paris or Milan rubbing shoulders with the Paris Hiltons of this world, when in reality we're in some dingy and impotent little club that fails to pull the crowds in.

My rant finished with; we headed back to Baby Love, where the queue still hadn't budged!

So in what can only be described as a vigilante move we stood at the front of the queue and persisted until victory was ours.

Once inside, my mood lightened because the music was great and the outfits were nothing less than bizarre. One guy was dressed in dungarees and looked like he had just come from painting someone's kitchen, while many opted for impeccably ironed shirts - apparently fresh from punting on the Thames - typical of the lack of fashion sense inherent in many Oxford students.

We danced like morons for a good half hour straight, but I kept being intentionally barged into by the same group of guys - maybe they had reserved their own section of the dance floor and I had unknowingly intruded on their turf!

Outside, a bespectacled gentleman began a conversation with me, and when I told him I was reviewing the night for the Oxford Mail he drunkenly told me without provocation that I was arrogant, ignorant and an imbecile'.

I kept my cool.

You'll be surprised to hear that I actually had a lot of fun at Narcissists.

If you're going to go, I suggest you keep your sense of humour close at hand - you'll certainly need it with the number of jokers that go there.

But take the right group of friends, arrive very early and spend your evening laughing at everyone around you like you were in a human zoo - you might just have a surprisingly good time.

Next week, Ben parties the night away at Abort:Retry:Fail at The Cellar.