Is it purely a coincidence that Mood spelt backwards is doom?

Quite probably; but it was an amusing possibility that ricocheted around my head at the weekend as I evil-laughed myself to sleep.

I have a number of friends who swear by the place and won't hear a bad word said against it.

Is it, however, a coincidence that these friends are pretty girls of the type that the barmen here just love to ply with free drinks?

It almost certainly is not! My male friends and I have always noticed that our wallets are at least 10 times lighter upon leaving Mood than our female counterparts.

If you want to conduct this experiment for yourself, all you will need is a set of portable scales.

First off, let's set the record straight - I'm not trying to say anything overly bad about the place. The club has a devoted fan-base in Oxford, and no matter what I say these clubbers will still flock here and fill it to the brim - Mood is, after all, the size of a small coal shed.

Besides, if people were to ask me where the best place in town for R&B music was, the first place I would extend my pointy index finger towards would be Mood in George Street.

Personally, Mood's appeal wore thin when the smoking ban meant you and your friends could no longer hole yourself up there with a shisha pipe and puff the night away.

But what would I know?

Obviously not much because Mood is always packed out no matter which night you go - and Friday's international night was no exception.

The excitable and ethically diverse crowd sweatily danced the night away on the tiny dance floor, while their EFL teachers in blue polo shirts scouted the surrounding area to ensure their groups were safe and enjoying themselves.

After my scrumptious encounter with an Amaretto Sour at Thirst the other week, I decided to put Mood's cocktails to the test by ordering the same drink here.

Thirst's work of art had been fit for Bacchus himself - if indeed the Roman deity had grown tired of the same tipple week in, week out, and decided to give himself a break from the vino.

Mood's interpretation was saccharine and flat in comparison.

But I concede that other peoples' drinks looked tasty - and they certainly seemed to be doing the trick.

If a night combining cocktails and R&B music sounds like your cup of char, then you'll like Fridays here - and you'll be unlikely to find somewhere which caters to your needs as well as Mood does.

If it sounds like your hell-on-earth, then jump in a taxi before your mates drag you down the stairs into this club.

As your cab speeds you away up George Street to safety, you might glance up into the rear-view mirror to see that the reflection of the club's entrance sign now reads something altogether more sinister...