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!
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
I present to you dear readers, Chrome Chronicles first (and hopefully not last) ever book review! I must admit it was a tad bloody daunting
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