You know you’re an adult when a building inspires you. But you know you’re truly an adult when your list of favourite buildings include: • The Feathers Hotel in Ludlow (totally haunted) *sleeps with one eye open* • Sagrada Família in Barcelona - for no other reason than my mate lives directly opposite and THIS... Continue Reading →
SOUND UP! A visual poem by Viola Fox When she's oh so sad, her circus comes to town, She longs to be a pin-up, she feels like a clown, For the prize of rotten candy, she gambles her worth, In her hall of mirrors, she sees a little girl, Join her on her carousel, the... Continue Reading →
It was only the other day when I attended a Burlesque class in the centre of Manchester, I realised that any hobby which doesn't conform to societal standards is suddenly wildly appealing to me. Society: You're 32? Your hobbies are now M&S, complaining loudly in the garden centre, baby showers and repeatedly asking the physio... Continue Reading →
The Life Crisis 