When I am in the privacy of my bedroom, I pretend I am a professional ballet dancer and prance around like a moron. Unfortunately, my dancing prowess does not extend past bedroom ballet or drunken club boogying so I must admit that I have no knowledge of dancing jargon. However, I can appreciate talent. And my God, 2Faced Dance Company is talented. CONTINUE READING THIS POST >
Arts: In the Dust
Arts: ‘Lunch with Quattro Formaggio’ and then a few drinks after…
When I think ‘Italian’, I visualise an oversized giant of a man squeezed into an unnecessarily tight tux singing incomprehensible opera, the Colosseum, my scary (Italian) driving instructor who once hit me with a pencil for pressing the accelerator when I should have been pressing the brake and finally, munching on dough balls at Pizza Express.
Travel: Edinburgh – home of the Fringe
Note to self. Wellies are not just for the bogs of Glastonbury. From now on, they are necessary for all British festivals, fields and cities alike as Danann Swanton soon finds out…
