Star Wars Party: Propaganda at The Fleece on Saturday 16th December 2017
Posted on: 14 Dec 2017Lightsabers at the ready, young Padawans. Party night Propaganda will be taking over Bristol's legendary The Fleece on Saturday 16th December 2017 to celebrate everything set in a galaxy far, far away.
With the release of The Last Jedi the day before, what better time to check those midichlorians and make sure the area's free of those treacherous Tusken Raiders for possibly the best pre-Crimbo party night of 2017.
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We don't want to tell you the odds but chances are 3720 to 1 that you won't get a kick out of this late night Force-fuelled partying extravaganza, which will positively encourage every reveller to don their finest Star Wars attire - stick those currant buns to your heads then, prospective Leias - and be in with a chance of winning some Asteroid-obliteratingly brilliant prizes.
Propaganda is one of the world's most revered party nights with, fact fans, over 25,000 people letting their hair down to a raft of top tunes every week in the UK, America, Australia and Brazil. Over 18s entry only, admission is £3 from 11pm and there will be enough drinks offers to whet a welter of Wookie's whistles.
So whether Rey turns to the dark side, Luke is indeed the last Jedi, or the Porgs turn out to be as irritating as Jar-Jar Binks, this Star Wars special at The Fleece leaves you with the incontrovertible conclusion: Do. Or do not. There is no try. May the Force be with you.
For more information and to get your hands on tickets, head here. To get the lowdown on upcoming Propaganda events, click here.
The Fleece is located at 12 St Thomas Street, Bristol, BS1 6JJ.
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Jamie is a writer, blogger, journalist, critic, film fan, soundtrack nerd and all-round Bristolian good egg. He loves the music of Philip Glass, the art of Salvador Dali, the writings of Charles Bukowksi and Hunter S Thompson, the irreverence of Harry Hill, and the timeless, straw-chomping exuberance of The Wurzels. You can sometimes find him railing against a surging tide of passing cyclists, or gorging himself senseless on the Oriental delights of a Cosmos all-you-can-eat buffet.
