Last Sunday night was followed by a much needed bank holiday, so all the major clubs were guaranteed to be supplying drunken debauchery to anyone who decided to 'carpe diem' and venture out into our beautiful city.

For me, Sunday was a night of first-time experiences. It was the very first time in my four years of Oxford-living that I had been to the Coven in Oxpens Road, and for no other reason than there were always other nights to go to and friends to go with.

Plus, it was the first time in my life that I had been to a gay club-night. Oh yes - it was also the night when I lost my 'virginity' to being splattered with ultra-violet bubbles on a crowded dance floor - but more about this unique experience later on.

Exploring the Coven was a pleasurable experience in its own right! Do you know that feeling when you visit a place that has been under your nose for years and years but you have just not bothered to go to before?

In these circumstances you might begin to imagine all the amazing nights you might have had there, had you been a tad more adventurous rather than sticking with what you know.

However, I was accompanied by my entourage of ever loyal - and rather beautiful - close friends, so I had little time to let these retrospective thoughts cloud my mind.

We took to the Coven like a shoal of curious fish to water, instantly falling in love with the private cave-like alcoves that you can occupy. We spent a good few hours becoming accustomed to the venue - by which I mean reclining into our seats and sinking a couple of drinks.

After this arduous task was completed, we all felt confident to step out on to the dance floor and bust out our own very individual styles of groove.

Within seconds of rollicking on the sunken pit in front of the DJ booth, our clothes were saturated with neon colours from the bubble machine!

We took great pleasure in rubbing our hands in the ultra-violet goo that had gathered on the ground and slapping the nearest mate's face to create an indelible imprint of one's hand upon their cheek.

I spent the next day vigorously scrubbing my face in the shower to remove this stubborn stain. But the following night, I nipped into Purple Turtle to see some pals and I received some odd looks on the dance floor.

The UV light revealed a still very obvious hand print on my face - I will keep you updated on the gradual disappearance of this hopefully temporary tattoo!

I can wholeheartedly assure you that you can forget all your preconceptions about gay nights and take all your friends to the Coven.

I was nothing less than gob-smacked by the genuine nature of the evening and all of its attendees; in fact you might say that I was astounded by the verisimilitude of the Oxford Pride's UV bubble party.

Okay, fair enough, I promise that I will never again use the word 'verisimilitude' in an article; therefore, in the last paragraph I have forged my very own hapax legomenon, (a term I have been dying to use for a number of years now - so I beg you to Google it - in order to understand the sense of personal satisfaction I am feeling right now!).

The Coven is very much a word-of-mouth, or see it advertised on a fly-poster type of club. So where I would normally give you a website reference, my only advice in order to research upcoming nights of a similar creed is to Google the following keywords: Oxford, Coven, Pink and Cheese. Enjoy.