LAST week was the week that Michael Jackson died, and my weekend was full of Michael Jackson tunes, big smiles and lots of dancing, and I presume the same was true of everyone reading this article.

What better way to mourn the passing of one of pop music’s most magical gifts than by really letting go to some of the best pop records ever (I just want to thank those DJs who made my weekend so good, particularly Nell at Transformation).

Dancing to Thriller, drunk and exhausted at two in the morning was the most fun I’ve had in absolutely ages. The previous Monday, however, Michael Jackson hadn’t died, and clubs had no guaranteed method to get people through (i.e. the promise of a Jackson themed night), and so resorted to their usual desperate struggle to get people to drink themselves on to the dance floor.

Baby Love, in King Edward Street, struck upon a great idea, providing a wind-down of the year for Oxford University students in their final weeks, fittingly named Done and Dusted. What more could a student desire than a huge blow out to finish off their year in style?

Quite a lot, would appear to be the answer, as upon arriving at Baby Love (at a time I had used my considerable experience to predict as fashionably late) I and my party of ragtag clubgoers were greeted by the disconcerting statement of “you’re the first ones here”.

This is never, ever, EVER something you want to hear when hoping for a great night out, because an empty club is so terribly lonely.

I purchased a Long Island Iced Tea which was unfortunately priced and utterly drowned in Coke, and sat in the corner, desperately hoping for someone, anyone to come in.

Eventually these hopes were rewarded, as at a conspicuously late hour students began by trickling, then pouring and finally flooding into the venue.

All of a sudden I couldn’t get anywhere near the bar to purchase a much better deal than the Long Island – two Grolsches for a fiver. The shock change of atmosphere completely floored me, and I was unable to really recover from it.

The high quality of the music permeated through the newcomers almost instantly, giving the rather brilliant impression that any one of these recent additions to our number might break out dancing at any point.

This feeling did not translate for me, nor for my friends. The music was great, and I’m a big fan of that beer deal (while not so much for the cocktails), and when the place finally got an atmosphere of its own, that too was a good one.

I only wish I hadn’t got there as early as I did. As it was, our initial discomfort eventually forced us out of Baby Love and down to the Purple Turtle for Dib Dab, which was enormous fun.

If you fancy checking out Done and Dusted at the end of next term by all means do. Just ensure you get there really really late ...