IT'S hard not to be sickened by the events we've seen in Glasgow over the past week.

The sight of fellow Scots cheering the No vote, followed by the disgraceful scenes in George Square on Friday night left me somewhere close to complete despair - a feeling shared by many right-thinking Glaswegians as the ugly scenes unfolded.

It was all a bit much. And when things get heavy there is one place where it's possible to escape any mention of politics or, indeed, intelligent discussion: good old Campus on Sauchiehall Street.

Established around 10 years ago as "Glasgow's first frat house," it has undergone relocations and ill-advised expansion attempts (remember Campus East?) but remains enduringly popular.

For Freshers (especially those from Caledonian: trumped-up NQ students as they are), it lives on as an introduction to the overwhelming Glasgow nightlife with its mega-cheap, every-hour-is-happy-hour mentality and entry-level music policy.

Tonight, there's a trip to New York to be won at its 'New York Frat Party' (basically the same as every other night except they'll play that Alicia Keys song 10 times) and on Sunday, that celebrated Dutch pop combo The Vengaboys will perform their greatest hits to an adoring crowd who probably were too young to remember their glory days.

It is tackiness like this that makes Campus so gleefully, bafflingly popular with each successive student intake and the madness shows no signs of stopping.

I'll see you down the front for We're Going to Ibiza then, yeah?