Ocean Devotion is the only reason I came to uni

Wednesday night means one thing: OCEAN. If you’re part of a society this is the highlight of your week, and it still is even if you aren’t. You anticipate each week’s theme and how little clothing it requires you to wear, and just how you are going to survive drinking from as early as four in the afternoon.

Students of Nottingham Trent University will be hugely familiar with the notorious Ocean Wednesday, that is unless they have been living in the confines of their halls or the Boots Library.

Members from all societies cram themselves into the skimpiest, smallest shorts on sale at Love Ya Babes (students of Notts are all too familiar with this fancy-dress shop). Before singing and dancing their way through Market Square from bar to bar. Then after too many Jager bombs, they are ready to walk or stumble through the red double doors of Ocean.

Got that Ocean fever

Once in it’s VK after VK which anywhere else would be deemed unacceptable but at Ocean, anything goes. You look to your left and see a group of zoo animals cheering on their friend as she slut drops around the dance floor. You look to your right and see a group of boys swinging their shirts around in the air to the Baywatch theme tune. Then as the night draws it’s a race to see who can collect the most items of fancy dress left lying around.

Too many VK’s???

The floor may be made of carpet, the music may be the cheesiest around and the hangover may make you feel like you never want to drink again. But that’s what makes Ocean Ocean, as the website states “It just not like any other nightclub”.

So we thank you ocean for the best nights ever…. that’s if we can remember them.