I can’t help but find it a little funny that Churchill Spring Ball chose Monopoly as their theme; as Cambridge colleges go, it’s definitely more Old Kent Road than it is Mayfair. Churchill isn’t pretty, and in some ways, the long-abandoned, cold hot chocolates we were met with on arrival summed up the tone of this rough-around-the-edges night. Gaffer-taped property signs and a ‘Go to Jail’ photo backdrop were about as far as the theme’s décor went. But, to be honest, it really didn’t matter. Churchill Spring Ball has more in common with an end of year office party than the Trinities and Johns of this world, but in the same way that it’s hard to top a good eighteenth birthday party, Churchill Spring Ball is about as a good a piss-up as you could hope for.

The ‘Angel Drinkingtons’ and ‘Old Kent Iced Teas’ are lukewarm, but keep pouring all night. Hog roast and falafel might not be the most novel catering choices, but at £75, and without queues, can you really complain? What’s arguably more surprising is the length Churchill’s committee have gone to to ensure the ball is a genuinely memorable experience with some nice touches. The pick ‘n’ mix station is a massive hit, as is the laser quest. The variety of music is another highlight, though Ella Eyre’s eighteen minute set generally disappoints; a lot of people are repeatedly requesting ‘Hot Right Now’, seemingly not realising that she isn't Rita Ora.

Did it seem a bit silly wearing black tie at an event that was more happy-go-lucky than high society? Yes. Did it all come off? No: the mojitos tasted like white spirit with algae floating in it; I’d had white wine that tastes like vinegar before but never red; and I’m pretty sure croque-monsieurs aren’t usually made with Hovis and Laughing Cow. At the end of the day though, I don’t really like oysters, and champagne is largely wasted on me. It’s nice to drop the Cambridge pretentions for once; I’d rather be throwing flying saucers at passers-by than pretending I enjoy truffles and macaroons. It’s undeniably more fun to graffiti on your friends’ dinner jackets in chalk than it is to wear white tie,

I heard on more than one occasion people saying ‘this isn’t as bad as I was expecting’, and they genuinely meant it – Churchill provided a night of a night of jolly, slightly messy, good times. And for the price, that’s about as much as you could ask for.