It started with a McChicken. Well actually … more accurately it started with a psychic. Either way 365 days ago today, not only to the day, but to the hour I left my home in London in search of a home. I was a mixture of lost and hurt and shocked simply moving through the motions I had been dreading for years. 365 days ago today I rode the tube to Heathrow… Read More

My very first stop some 2.5 years ago when heading off abroad was to pole dancing camp in the Caribbean. I arrived solo and was very quickly taken in by possibly the world’s nicest person and subsequently the camps organizer, Krystal. She swiftly introduced me to the two token English girls knowing I would soon be making my move to live in England and to the surprise of us all another girl… Read More