Rock Disco is a brand new night in the Oxford clubbing calendar's plethora of musical delights - so as such, I had little idea what to expect.

Was it a rock night of such old school glory that I should brush the dust and moth balls off of my ancient Korn Hoodie?

I thought it might be worth the effort. So I searched for rather a long time, and when I couldn't find it, wondered whether someone might have burned it, so I could never run the risk of being arrested by the fashion Gestapo again.

But then out of the corner of my eye, I spied some jagged lettering in a fluorescent green tone that looked literally like vomit sprayed across a faded black canvas.

It actually came down to the middle of my thighs, and I laughed at the thought that I had once worn this almost daily at the ages of 14 and 15.

Right back at the beginning of the decade, when chavs were called 'Townies' and did their fighting on the streets, and when I was commonly referred to as a 'Mosher' and did my pushing and shoving in the slightly safer environment of a mosh-pit.

I imagined how I ever thought it looked good, but then I remembered - the ridiculous garment had attention distracted away from it by a humongous bicycle chain that hung between my knees, and some rather fetching black nail polish.

Oh yes, and who could forget my sister's mascara, delicately painted on to the bum-fluff adorning my chin, in order to convince the local off licence owner that I was legally allowed to buy booze?

Those were the days! But boy am I glad that I chucked my horrid hoodie back on to the pile awaiting bonfire destruction.

Rock Disco wasn't like that at all.

It did, in fairness and probably to its credit, play a wide selection of aural candyfloss.

There was modern rock, dancy indie and electro, and then smack-bang in the middle of the night came the fantastic Instone's Classic Rock Hour.

Cue your Pearl Jam, Faith No More, Guns and Roses, Aerosmith etc etc...

It was lovely stuff that brought to mind more good old days a few years back at the Zodiac, when Thursday night was all about Sabotage!

And also all about buying one bottle of a blue toxic-waste taste-a-like alcopop, and one bottle of Castlemaine XXXX for one of your pretty pound coins each, then mixing them in a plastic pint glass to create, what we imaginatively titled... Sex-Fest 3000!! Oh, how the bar-staff adored us...

Monday night at Po Na Na had all the makings of a classic Indie-Rock night, and with bottles of Fosters for £1.50, you can really see they are making the effort.

The thing you've got to remember, however, is that they're going head to head with Happy Mondays at the Purple Turtle.

I suggest you venture away from Purple Turtle for the night and give Po Na Na's Rock Disco a test-run - I think you'll be pleased you did.