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I’m back and fairly angry. Apologies for not posting last week, inspiration was low but I’m back and ready to get back into weekly posting; dedicated and posting only the best content I can. I admit that I don’t have a huge platform with this blog - it is in the grand scheme of the internet an insignificant collection of content. That being said, by sharing my blog on all of my social media platforms (being a basic millennial white girl I obviously have a few), I am confident that voicing my opinions on social issues will at least reach a big enough group of my peers to be worth while. I want to discuss something that I myself have experienced a lot as a young woman. I am conscious that what I am going to describe is something that many different categories of people have also experienced, and it is certainly not restricted by age, gender or sexuality, to name a few. I can however only speak from my own personal social place and hope that it resonates with the demographic ...

They say don’t meet your heroes, and they also say that those you have idolised all your life will never really live up to the expectations you build up in your head. I’d frankly like to say that when it comes to the legends that make up The Rolling Stones, ‘they’ couldn’t be more wrong. Seamless, effortless professionals with talent seeping from under their sparkly jackets, The Stones proved on this night, and indeed across their whole ‘No Filter Tour’ so far this summer, that music and performance isn’t simply a talent, it’s a gift. After being suitably introduced by The Verve’s Richard Ashcroft, with the sun beaming down on the packed and buzzing stadium, The Stones finally took to the stage with vigour and energy, ready to put on what will turn out to be an outstanding performance. Knowing how to please the crowd of adoring fans, they began with ‘Jumpin’ Jack Flash’, not pausing before jumping straight into ‘It’s Only Rock ‘n’ Roll (But I Like It)’. For men in their seventies, th...

She’s only gone and done it. After weeks of deliberation over ideas, the permanence of such a thing, and whether I could handle the pain of that damn needle, on the 30th May I finally got my first tattoo. This is a monumental occasion in my life and after hinting a few weeks ago on my thoughts and ideas on me getting a tattoo, it was only right that I retell the story and my experience, and how I’m feeling about having this thing on me forever😬. How the day panned out  My tattoo appointment was at 3pm at Black Garden Tattoo on Drury Lane, not far from Covent Garden. I had visited it a few days earlier to drop of a £50 deposit and confirm my booking. It was a very small, quaint place that seemed like a relaxed and friendly environment to get a tattoo done, and whilst the buzzing sounds of the tattoo needles did intimidate me slightly, I was confident that I had chosen a respectable place for my first tattoo. On the day I understandably woke up very nervous, and made sure I a...