Well folks, it finally happened, I entered my very first pole competition last weekend and lived to tell the tale! The English Riviera Pole Championships
Tribal instincts: Chrome Chronicles meets TRIBE!
The word on quite literally every Bristol (and some beyond!) pole dancer’s lips has been “TRIBE.” Ever since an elusive series of Instagram post a
Behold Count Flapula! Surviving a wardrobe malfunction on stage
After a two month hiatus one is back with naturally a very serious and mature blog about my flaps popping out mid performance, so if
Pole competition time round two – getting back on it and lessons learned
Well here I am again. After declaring loud and clear that I was not going to enter any pole competitions in 2019, I can now
A pole break due to catching the plague is fucking heinous
Oh lord prepare yourselves readers for a rant of biblical proportions this week. Thanks to my immune system having about as much get up and
The perils of summer poling
Right, in before any of you lot accuse me of being a miserable fucker, I do enjoy the summer, honest! I mean it’s not my
