Fifth week blues came and went. We survived, fighting for air beneath the suffocating piles of pompous books and indistinguishable lecture notes before rising up with the knowledge that the end is in sight. Unfortunately, while the rest of us evolve, Cindies always seems to be stuck in a week one time warp: the same songs, the same unnecessarily sticky floor. Thank God for the Faculty of Architecture.

Saturday night saw the Cambridge indie crowd crawl out from under their rocks and don unashamedly ‘alternative’ fancy dress outfits to enter the magnificent world of Cornucopia. Bowler-hats must come off to the organisers for the passionate dedication which went into transforming their workplace. They must have slaved tirelessly to construct a mysterious wonderland of paper cranes, hanging plastic forks, fluorescent stencils and areas of wall space devoted to spontaneous mid-party artwork. The mind-boggling proportions of one barmaid’s foot-high mass of hair, ivy and fairylights was an event in itself.

Downstairs, valuable space had been rescued for an intimate oasis of musical appreciation, and projections of burlesque dancers tempted revellers towards the non-stop DJ sets in the above lecture room. Meanwhile, plastic cups of well-priced alcoholic concoctions fuelled the mass of hardcore drum ’n bass skankers. Offering a contrasting alternative to the sweat-fest upstairs, Folklore Jamboree’s soothing harmonies and banjo-violin-guitar dream-team were one of the event’s highlights, though Joe Rubini’s raw vocals and inventive use of a tape loop were equally hard to fault.

Unfortunately, the Faculty building did have its limitations as a venue. This became nightmarishly obvious when half the female population of Cambridge seemed to experience a simultaneous call of nature and created corridor jams of confused cabaret girls, drag queens and human bananas. Fortunately, inventive decoration of outdoor space reduced the sardine effect by ensuring the party atmosphere could still be experienced outside.

The only tragedy of Cornucopia is that nights like this aren’t put on more often. After all, the necessary early enforcement of a one-in-one-out policy clearly suggests that there is a demand for these nights. Step up, Faculties of Cambridge.