The last time that I had ventured to Dalston had been a trip to a sweat box, dropping club in the basement of a convenience store. It had been a fun night but not one that I have been tempted... Continue Reading →
I actually can't believe that I haven't written up a Reginald D Hunter show before. I have been gleefully watching him perform since my first ever Fringe where I actually bumped in to him on the balcony at the Perrier... Continue Reading →
I sometimes wonder if I like Robin Ince because telling people that I have been to see him makes me feel high-brow and intellectual... I then remember that I am neither of those things and as much as some of... Continue Reading →
