Last week, on International Women’s Day, I went to an unusual panel where pole dancers and researchers talked about being a woman in Islington. The panel launched the Persepolis Pole Project, a female-led arts and cultural pole dance project fusing modern…
On a rainy Friday afternoon, my friend Faded Spring and I went to review the new addition to the B Bakery’s Afternoon Tea Bus Tour‘s offering: a vegan menu. Here’s what went down on that red double-decker. The last time…
Will the pizza man think I’m dumb if I ask for parmigiana pizza? Can I be a pole dancer and a lecturer? Is butter a carb? These are all perfectly unreasonable questions you lose sleep over if you have anxiety.…
As part of VAULT Festival at The Vaults of Waterloo I went to see Becoming Shades, a mesmerising immersive circus interpretation of the myth of Persephone and Hades featuring (you guessed it) pole dancers, aerialists, fire eaters and singers. Few…
Since I’ve become a pole dancer, I have noticed that most people believe that I either have a very exciting love life, or that I’m a big hoe. I love expectation versus reality scenarios, so I thought I could compare…
Here’s the Blogger On Poleâ„¢ round-up of London events you can’t miss out on this March. Just to give you that extra FOMO. Fitness Events Women Empowerment Day at London Dance Academy My second home, the London Dance Academy, is…
In the past two years, my skin has been dealing major blows to my confidence. This post is about what being comfortable in my skin means. It deals with acne, self-confidence, skincare and make-up and how caring a little more…
Cool girls go to London Fashion Week, hungry girls go to sketch. Read on for my new afternoon tea review, in which I explore the newly made-over sketch Gallery with David Shrigley’s new art display and London Fashion Week installations. If…
On a very stressful week filled with deadlines, the news that I am going to perform in my first competition and lectures to plan, I dropped everything and went to do hot yoga in the beautiful KXU studio just off…
On a chilly February Sunday, I went to Primark and bought myself a mermaid throw, convinced by a morning spent walking around Soho in the cold winter air. All this mermaid business left me feeling pinker than my usual death…
