and students go, but Propaganda endures thanks to its magical combination of
cheap booze, booty-shaking hip-hop and a packed dancefloor. It’s not exactly
the most salubrious destination, but if you’re looking to dance till the wee
hours with a bunch of sweaty, horny strangers then this is the place to be. We’re
serious about the sweat, by the way – the downstairs dancefloor becomes an oven
as the night winds on.
The drinks tend to be on the weak
side for what you’re paying, but losing about half your body’s water should
make up for that, and before you know it, turfing-out time will have arrived
and you’ll be pushed, blinking, into the dawn.