Events an things to do in London, Sydney, Italy and the world.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed my Christmas in Sydney. Sun was out, bums were out, BBQs and beers were a must. But nothing screams “CHRISTMAS” like the London feasts, so here’s what to do during the Christmas holidays here…
I’ve loved Cabaret, Burlesque and acrobatic performances since before becoming a pole dancer, but after I joined the “upside down” crew, events like these are simply unmissable. Naturally then, I was thrilled to have been invited to the opening run…
There are many ways to start your morning. I usually start mine with a pole session, reading academic journals for my PhD or going to work. This morning however I was among the first Londoners that got to see sketch London‘s…
If you’ve spoken to me at least a few times, you probably know I enjoy fucking myself in the head with the pros and cons of social media. You know, soul- and time-sucking, fake identities and addiction vs. space to…
I’m typing this amidst the symptoms of a hangover, and the drinks I’ve had at Skylight London‘s winter relaunch (read: three, over several hours #Caro2Sips) are to blame. I could just go and get a bagel instead, but I’d rather…
If you thought I’d suffer from heat deprivation in London’s chilly Autumn after a year spent in the sun-drenched Coogee Beach, you are mistaken. I am making the most of what the UK Capital has to offer and damn, there’s…
When thinking of Carnaby Street, the word “bliss” doesn’t often come to mind. Carnaby is cool, fun, full of yummy restaurants and binge-worthy shops… but damn, it’s busy. Still, on a sunny Autumn Sunday morning, I managed to discover Carnaby’s…
God, I missed Britain. Sure, the perpetual clouds, greyness and drizzle will end up annoying me by the time Spring comes, but getting a Sunday roast at a pub in Australia just felt kinda wrong. All I wanted was smoothie…
Everyone who has met me at least once knows I’m a woman of many obsessions, often food or entertainment-related. Chances are you’ve probably heard me babble on about steamed buns, finding pieces of my homeland of Sardinia abroad, burlesque and…
I hate getting my hair done. You go and make small talk with a stranger who often pulls your hair rather than brushing it softly. Then you come out and you’re not satisfied and have to deal with the result.…
