HAVE you noticed how many hours we spend these days looking back fondly at Zippy and Bungle? Or laughing at Debbie Gibson's dungarees?

We're so addicted to nostalgia that it's no surprise our latest craze is that icon of youth and optimism -- the school disco.

Even if you recall them as awkward occasions where everyone laughed at your pink corduroy pants and your hopeless attempts at the moonwalk, you can still enjoy this revival -- simply re-invent yourself as a saucy sex siren or school hunk and no one need know you were a spotty stamp collector with a day-glo brace!

Surging ahead in the playground is Schooldisco.com, a clubnight started by Bobby Sanchez in London in 1999 when he was fired for playing a Shakin' Stevens record.

Rather than questioning his own musical taste, the DJ decided that there must be more people out there with a penchant for naff chart songs -- and how right he was.

Now Schooldisco.com is in Manchester on the first Saturday of every month when a gaggle of uniform-clad clubbers invade the Academy.

Their school motto? Why stroke your chin to obscure trance tracks when you could be swinging your satchel to Chesney Hawkes, T'Pau, Wham and Rick Astley.

They might have been the best days of your life, but there's no reason you can't enjoy them twice.