You may remember from my 2020 pole goals post that one goal I am hell bent on achieving this year is to attend one month
Unless you have been living under a rock (or pleasantly avoiding Piers Morgan’s rants, in which case fair play to you), you’ll know that we
Well shit the bed and call me Barry a new decade is upon us! After the delicious overindulgence of the festive period (minus one or
Fucking A my lovely readers, we have (practically) made it to the end of 2019 and smashed another year of pole dancing adventures. Go us!
Oh lord it’s happening again folks. As I type this blog it’s 9th December and the festive season is well and truly underway. My advent
Remember when you were a kid and you would write those batshit crazy lists to Father Christmas? Ones that you would conjure up before you