An ear pounding monologue queued the band’s entrance before the electro pixie strutted onto the stage in giant flatforms and a fashionably oversized blazer to kick-off ‘Don’t Fucking Tell Me What To Do’ proving her polished 90s pop star roots are long gone.
I need every boost I can to exercise. The summer is almost over now, the Olympics have come and gone, it’s time for an injection of inspiration (if like me, you need it) or maybe you just want to dance around cleaning your house (not that I do that). Continue reading
It’s my birthday. Yay. Don’t worry, I scheduled this post. I have a life beyond this blog, honestly I do but I’ve got a lil something for you guys. Continue reading