1. Toxic Tuesday was a grand DCU tradition that started in the good old days of the Old Bar
In later years, it transferred to the Nubar, where it became even more raucous and debauched.
2. At around 3pm every Tuesday, the ‘Anyone going to Toxic Tuesday?’ texts/Facebook posts would begin
3. You could go out with no money and still end up with a drink in each hand
Mysterious. But no one questioned the ways of Toxic Tuesday.
4. It was never seen as going ‘out out’
People came to Toxic Tuesday in whatever they wore to lectures that day, if that’s how it turned out. It was no issue.
5. The offers were truly outrageous
An unreasonable amount of Jagerbombs could be purloined with a tenner. And you drank concoctions you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole now – but at the time? Sure it’s €2.50!
6. The night always, always ended with a rousing headbang to Killing In The Name
Looking back, it was cringe. But there’s no denying that when you were in the thick of it you felt REALLY cool.
7. When they started charging €2 in, everyone was DISGUSTED
That’s when we should have known it was coming to an end.
8. Then, to further the indignity, they segregated queues by gender
They had to thoroughly search bags, crotches and pockets, because you can’t rely on students to not try and sneak drink in somewhere, even if everything costs €2.
9. And thus began the Wednesday morning emails telling everyone off
“Because of the amount of trouble that has been occurring at Toxic Tuesdays of late…”
Essentially a college-wide slap on the wrist, with the SU President given the unenviable job of sternly saying “BOLD! Bold!” to hundreds of sniggering 20-year-olds.
10. Wishing people would just stop overturning bins so you could have your Toxic Tuesday in peace
Because the bins were always the first victims of student mischief.
11. But then, crushingly, it was cancelled
The email that rocked DCU.
12. Hearing that they do something called ‘Shite Nite’ now, and knowing it’s not the same
You kids don’t know the truth.
