Morocco for a Goth Girl

Leg 1 of my travels, 10Β daysΒ in Marrakech, relaxing and preparing for the big one – done! I love Morocco so much. Here are my thoughts on it. I hope they help you too! On Goth, Makeup / Clothing, and the attention you get I didn’t wear shitloads of makeup (still enough to be β€˜me as…

Marrakech. The wandering begins.

Today, Marrakech is my home πŸ‡²πŸ‡¦. I’ve cut loose for a bit to chase the wanderer in my heart, and while I have roots that I’ve put down, there’s always a nomad deep in my heart, who loves the world and the experiences of all there is to do, be and see within it. This…

I wrote you – A tale of lost love and catharsis

Another oldish one. I’m sharing the emotional poems at the moment, but then I guess that’s one of the best things about poetry; making words do pretty and clever things to help us deal with the experience of being human. I hope you enjoy this one. A tale of my favourite way to deal with…

Airbourne β€” guns, boys, and fast planes ✈️

So my sister and I have a thing for fast planes, guns, and boys in uniform. These are all mild forms of amusement, nothing seriously obsessive, except maybe for the guns. I realise all this sounds slightly geeky and has nothing at all to do with the meaning of life, the darker side of alternative…

London Goth Top Ten #7 The Last Tuesday Society

If you fancy sharing wine and antipasti with your besties around a booth table complete with a human skeleton in coffin furnished beneath the glass tabletop β€” look no further, your hour has arrived. The Last Tuesday Society is a kitsch AF break with tradition in the home of London’s fringe-dwelling super-cool elite, Dalston. You’ll…