Boobies and tassels and dancers…oh my!
There’ve been several times in my life when my mouth has signed me up to something before my brain has had the chance to work it out. Nominating myself to be school-council representative in year seven was disastrous for my street cred, and stepping up to the Ayia Napa boat party drinking competition went as successfully as one can imagine. Now, for the entertainment of you lot, I agreed to attend a burlesque class and write about my experience for dear old LeftLion. Why?
We have a natter with the lady behind the burlesque and cabaret night taking Nottingham by storm