Ah, Cheesy Tuesdays. How I wish I hadn’t taken you for granted. I used to scoff at any suggestion to return to the sticky tiles of the Unit 1 dance floor, with a VK in hand, pressed up against eager, sweaty freshers. “Will they ever change the playlist?” I would cry. “If I have to hear that bloody Grease mash-up one more time, I will go up to the DJ and sock him one for lack of creativity!” What a fool I look now, pining after one last predictable, old-fashioned cheesy boogie whenever ABBA plays on the radio. Hindsight is a wonderful, heart-breaking thing.
– Rebecca Warner