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!
In an attempt to smash the rest of my 2019 pole goals, I thought I would take a good hard look in the mirror at
I seem to be using this here blog as a vessel for complaining about all the new tricks I’m trying to learn and spectacularly failing
If I was to best describe my own, personal pole dance style, I’d say it could probably be summarised nicely as “daydreamer.” Fuck me if
I am currently sat here in quite frankly my finest fucking form. It is the 28th December, I do not have to return to work