The review of a party is always slightly farcical, because – as we all know – the only thing it will actually be defined by is whether you ended up locked in the toilets for the wrong reason, or going home with that boy you’ve been flirting with for months. But for those of you who weren’t at Nonsensevent, or enjoyed it so much that the memory is just a fragmented blur, here’s what you missed. A damn good evening.

Cambridge aren’t that that great at parties. We do balls better than anyone in the country (oh Oxford you wish), but when it comes to regular Saturday night parties those universities with less ferocious deadlines and a delightful lack of porters leave us in the dust. So the fact that the ArcSoc parties are swiftly returning to the same high standing they once held is something to be celebrated. (When my mother was here in the 80s it was one of the year’s big events. Of course, all she really remembers from it was seeing the boy she was infatuated with dancing with another girl…)

Somewhat appropriately, Nonsensevent benefited from being held in a building that seems designed for dancing and revelry (imagine going to a party in anywhere on the Sidgwick Site. No, you don’t want to, do you?). Half house and half modern architecture, with balconies, glass-fronted staircases and walls that swung round to become doors, it managed to combine the intimacy of a house party with the energy of a Kings’ Mingle. It doesn’t offer the wide variety of dance rooms that Kings boasts, but at a third of the price I’d take the charmingly close-knit atmosphere of a smaller event any day.

The music that was playing was a little too quiet and obscure at the start but picked up massively as the night went on, with everything from recent hits to 60s swing. Overhead a wonderfully constructed series of films - including Byzantine-influenced cartoons of religious scenes - were beamed across the dance floor. Lacking a stage to perform on, the burlesque stripper was only seen by the twenty people at the front of the crowd, but the attempted nod towards decadence was nice. Drinks were delightfully cheap at a flat £1.50 price tag.

Anyone who complains these events are only put on to remind us how ‘cool’ the Architects are just doesn’t know how to enjoy a good party.