If the tabloids are to be believed then all teenagers are mindless thugs, wearing hoodies and standing around town centres, terrorizing everyone and anyone who strays across their path with the threat of being mugged.

While we all know not to believe everything we read, one such contributing factor is supposedly boredom; teenagers with nothing to do revert to crime, or so we are led to believe. Luckily no teenager ever has an excuse to be bored again, not with the quality of night out that Ka:Pow at the Regal offers.

Thanks to an exceptional line up, the teens are here for this 16-21 night in huge numbers and with enormous enthusiasm, the kind of passion you rarely see for a club night in Oxford from more seasoned club goers.

There are hundreds of them, all extremely excited simply to be a part of an event this big.

Unfortunately for yours truly the fact that the event is 16+ means that alcohol is being severely regulated tonight.

There once was a time when I would be able to enjoy a night out purely on its own merits, but these days are long gone - tonight I am desperately sniffing out a beer like a pathetic booze hound.

When I finally do find a bar serving alcohol I am brilliantly rewarded with £1.50 pints of Carling, £4 cocktails and £3 double vodka mixer. It’s a shame then that this bar is entirely separate to the rest of the event, without even the music of downstairs to give the impression that you’re at Ka:Pow at all.

The one reminder came when the DJ of the upstairs bar abandoned his decks with a cry of ‘DJ Hype is on now!’ and then promptly left the upstairs bar in an eerie silence.

And even here, an over 18s area only, it’s packed with faces that really make it hard to believe they could possibly be old enough to drink, and that’s probably the strangest thing about tonight.

Venturing down into the brilliant music of the main room, which at the time was being provided by DJ Hype with bass reverberating through the floor so heavily that it felt as though he were attempting to blast away remnants of kidney stones like some deranged urologist, a sea of even younger faces stare hungrily around themselves, attempting to satiate themselves with every drop of the experience.

It’s wonderful to see, but oddly disconcerting for the slightly older clubber.

I can’t imagine a better environment for Oxford’s youth to have a great night out, but really this night is for them. The lack of alcohol in the main room only seems to reinforce the message that this is a night for the kids, and not for the old fogies.

We should stick to our own nights, and let them have this brilliant night to themselves.