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The lovely guys at Bulldog Skincare sent me a haul of what they consider to be their purest and quintessentially needed products for me to have a little play around with; the Original Shower Gel, Original Face Wash and the Original Moisturiser. I would've taken pictures of the products in action but that would be far from safe for work.

For those unaware, Bulldog is a UK based skincare company, selling products designed for men's skin. Obviously and usually, men have more facial hair, making our skin a little different to our female counterparts. Typically men's skin concentrates more collagen and is usually slightly thicker than women's due to testosterone. 

The simplicity and affordability of Bulldog makes it a must have name in your bathroom, exactly what they set out to do in 2005. This was my first time using Bulldog products and I couldn't have been more impressed.

Original Shower Gel


I think it was the Shower Gel that impressed me most. Joining the rigorous process of getting ready in the morning, the gel contains 7 essential oils, aloe vera and menthol. Though I'm not particularly a fan of menthol, it's not overpowering and really wakes you up (trust me, I needed it.) Priced at only £3.20, I was pleasantly surprised. There's an almost waxy texture to the lather the gel creates as it sticks to the skin, making it so much more easier to wash without shower gel immediately falling off your body.

Original Face Wash


Post-shave, the Original Face Wash was a dream and has had me compulsively stroking my face all day to appreciate how soft it feels. Again, it's packed with 8 essential oils, with the addition to green tea. Slightly more expensive, but still not denting the bank account at £4.50, it's lightly fragranced and easy on the skin. The brand also offers a sensitive alternative.

Original Moisturiser 


Concluding the getting ready process is Bulldog's original moisturiser. I've heard many a people rave about this product for quite some time so getting to use it was pretty anticipated. Oh my god, my hands feel like clouds. This moisturiser is up there with Bodyshop's hemp hand cream. The most expensive of the lot at £6 for 100ml, the product is packed with Vitamin E to help rehydrate the skin effectively, with green tea and those 8 essential oils that Bulldog seem to love so much.

Again, thank you to Bulldog to treating me to try out their products. All opinions shown are genuine and completely mine only.



P T Barnum, one of the biggest celebrities of the 1800s and showman to his roots, deepening the wrinkles of an 80 year old, claiming that she was 161 and “borrowing” dwarves from parents and creating Tom Thumb and showing them to the world, with mermaids, elephants and Swedish opera singers.

Now Cameron Mackintosh and Michael Harrison bring the Tony award winning show Barnum to Birmingham, starring Brian Conley and Linzi Hateley, in this autobiographical musical that promises nothing less than colour and brilliance. Barnum is a typical Great Gatsby/Of Mice and Men American Dream mould with life being chosen at the fate of a toss of a double-headed coin but with a lot more “oooohs” and “ahhhhs”.

Conley and Hateley truly are virtuosic at what they do. Hateley, who was the original lead in Carrie before transferring to Broadway and becoming of the most infamous Broadway shows of all time, blew audiences away with her stage presence, blending in perfectly Conley, who has now reached his 600th performance at Birmingham Hippodrome.



Barnum is overwhelmingly colourful, oozing in hilarity, dripping in character and leaving a packed out audience begging for more. The ensemble flourished into the auditorium pre-show, to show off their circus skills to a very smiley audience. Everything was choreographed to perfection and it’s one of the best ensembles that I have ever seen.



If there’s one thing that Barnum exceeds spectacularly in, it is the impressive passing of time, with set changes and heart-breaking moments performed with the utmost authenticity.

Disclaimer: Expect stilts, fire breathers and sore hands from clapping so much.

Five Stars.


Until August 1st.

Thanks to The National Student and the guys at Birmingham Hippodrome for everything.

Only hours before their first ever festival headline slot, family trio made up of sisters Camilla, Jess and Emily take to a sunny corn field to talk about who they are. They are, of course, The Staves. The band, described as “youthful folk revivalists” arrived fresh from a Swiss plane to play Barn on the Farm, one of the UK’s best upcoming music festivals.

They have an American-esque vibe to their music, as if the Grand Canyon itself spat them out, so when the sisters begin in middle classed London accents, creates a little confusion. If you haven’t checked these girls out by now, where have you been? There’s a smart, yet natural sophistication to their discography. They tell me that they’re not really folk, not really rock and not really indie.
“We’re like a three headed singer songwriter,” one of the sisters explains before adding “I’m so shit at this. We sing songs in three part harmony with essences of singer songwriter rules.”

The trio, armed with harmonies that could probably melt steel, formed after a friend suggested that they perform at their local Watford pub’s open-mic night. “We grew up singing around the house and all our friends were in bands and their parents were old, kind of rockers, I suppose there were a lot of parties when we grew up when it as very much pass the guitar around. We’d have a sing with our friends and just have a good time.”

Now eleven years later, the trio are signed at Atlantic Records and have since released their sophomore album, If I Was. The album was produced by Justin Vernon (Bon Iver) in his very own studio. On asking what he was like, the three blurt out “rubbish, he’s a complete wanker. Ass. Not talented or friendly at all,” before reassuring me that they were joking. They described the venture like their childhood holidays “but without our parents and with shit loads of beer.”

“It was really really amazing,” they begin. “He’s managed to create a really fantastic place. His home/studio is really secluded and surrounded by loads of lovely greenery and woods. It was like that feeling when we were little. We’d go on holiday to Ireland or Wales to somewhere similar where we could be as loud as we wanted to be and run around and not have to worry about sleeping.”

Wisely and Slow, The Staves’ debut album was recorded in the middle of London. They tell me that creating that album felt like a working day, with the commute and acknowledgement that just round the corner are a million other people getting on with their lives.

Barn on the Farm is a festival that prides itself on its independency and intimacy, consisting of only three stages at Over Barn in Gloucestershire. The festival even has its own strawberry picking field and resident Ostriches. Yeah, those Ostriches…

“As we pulled in we saw two ostriches fucking. The guy was like on her and she was like…” before the three all pull the same face. “And he was like...” before the three, again, start acting out the whole scene. It was like being there.  “And his feathers were like...”.
I’m sure you can imagine. “She was not happy. I felt like such a fucking child. You don’t get that at Glastonbury. Shocking.”



Glastonbury becomes the largest town in the South West over the weekend that it’s on, so for The Staves to go from Glasto to Barn on the Farm must be a completely different experience.
“It’s so fucking nice to pull off a main road and you’re here. It takes like a day to get into Glasto. It’s really nice to come somewhere so immediately.”

From performing, to actually creating music, The Staves describe the messages behind their ethereal harmonies as “the moment when the shit hits the fan.”

“Basically we’re trying to figure shit out, like everyone else really,” they begin. “We use our music to explore what the hell it means to being a human being on this planet”, one of the sisters explains before another sarcastically adds “unlike other planets.”

“We are ourselves, that’s all we’ve ever been. The album at the moment is sort of when the shit hits the fan and what you do. Yes, there’s the hurt and pain but what do you do with that? We turned it into something positive and learn and grow from that.”

“Everyone’s had a time where they’ve been struck by a band that has helped them through things. I would be happy if someone used ours to help them.”

The Staves are, therefore, a three-headed-singer-songwriter-agony-aunt.

The trio were part of that famous performance at Glastonbury, alongside Mumford and Sons, Vampire Weekend, First Aid Kit and The Vaccines, but tell me that writing their newest album has been the highlight of their career adding how “it’s meant the most and it’s been the most fulfilling yet.”

Before dispatching to head off to headline the Main Stage, we talk pre-gig rituals, like sacrificing a goat or watching ostriches shag.

“It’s normally us and the guys in the band queuing up for the loo and hastily putting on lipstick. We always have a huddle and swig some whisky, beer or wine or all of the above. It’s bad luck if we don’t huddle.”


After our chat, the sun set and made way for these three songstresses to win over the masses. If you haven’t checked out The Staves, what are you waiting for?

From the 3rd-5th July, at Over Farm in rural Gloucester, lovers of indie, folk and alternative music grouped together at one of, if not the best festivals in the UK; Barn on the Farm. I know what you're thinking, you've probably never heard of it. That's what, kind of, makes it such an amazing weekend. The intimacy of the festival creates such a warming, organic and pure atmosphere. It's the kind of festival where go-ers leave with more jars of chutney than memories.

Barn on the Farm saw one of its most successful years as of yet, selling out in record time and rightfully so, This year saw the likes of The Staves and James Bay headlining, with Prides, Rhodes, Aquilo, Jack Garratt and Lauren Aquilina adding to the line-up.


The festival could easily be mistaken for a psychic, with its ability to predict what bands and musicians are going to make it in the coming years, with the likes of Ed Sheeran, Ben Howard, Hozier and Catfish and the Bottlemen previously joining the line-up.

The festival is so tiny, built off of three stages. The first, the Main Stage, being in a barn (as the festival's title obviously states) renovated to come across as a professionally designed staging area. The second stage, and quite possibly my favourite, is the Barn Stage. The stage is also in a barn (as the name suggests again), with staging lifted onto a platform 20ft in the air, ridden in bunting and everything you want from an aesthetically pleasing wooden barn. No joke, BOTF is one Instagram opportunity after another, especially as the sun sets over corn fields and fences laden with decorative light bulbs light your way from stage to stage.






The final stage is the New Stage, new to this year (as the name obviously suggests... again). The New Stage saw the likes of Amber Run, I.AM.L and Sunset Suns wowing crowds.

Over Barn is also a proud owner of a Pick-Your-Own field. I totally made use of the strawberries in that field.


Personal favourite were Chasing Grace who promised a surprise during their performance in an interview before they took to stage, for lead singer, Grace's sister's boyfriend joining stage during a cover of Jason Mraz's I'm Yours to propose to his girlfriend. Not a dry eye in the room.





Aquilo, Lauren Aquilina, Jack Garratt, Prides, I.AM.L and Amber Run also top the most memorable performances over the weekend. Partying alongside Amber Run during James Bay's closing set also proved to be a pretty amazing moment. It's the type of festival where acts are free to walk round and also enjoy the festival without pretence or being bombarded by fans. Hudson Taylor queued with me for a drink, while Nothing But Thieves danced with fans to acts.


Gabrielle Aplin performed on the Friday before the festival started, for intimate Friday ticket holders as the secret head-liner, before being joined by Hudson Taylor. Hudson Taylor also joined Amber Run during their performance. Aw, friends. Over seventy acts proved that BOTF is such an amazing and memorable festival.

Oh, and it's blasphemy to not have a pint of cider in your hands at all time, warm or cold.

It's a festival you should really really REALLY keep an eye out for next year; trust me on this one.

For more information, visit their website.

Again, thank you to The National Student for giving me accreditation, review to follow on there.
If there's one thing they Birmingham does well, it's food. The city gets a pretty rubbish name for itself, with the city resembling the colour grey more than anything else, but areas of the city have truly been reinvigorated as social watering holes, the Mailbox being one of them. With the likes of Harvey Nichols, Michelin starred restaurants and cinemas with sofas and text messaging cocktail services, the Mailbox is a mirage of luxury, but so so so affordable. 

We visited one of the canal side restaurants for lunch; Aluna. Now I take pride in knowing the "go to" restaurants in Birmingham, but somehow this gem had escaped me. The neo-classical eatery oozes in decadence, velvet and "artisan cutlery". It's the type of place that most likely has Virginia Woolf and Coco Chanel quotations etched into the mirrors on the walls. Oh wait, it does.



We went for their lunch special, with two courses just under ten pounds, which, for a place like this, seems almost too good to be true. If anyone knows me, they know I have an undying and somewhat unhealthy obsessions to calamari, so obviously I straight up ordered that. The lightly dusted squid was followed up with a chicken and chorizo wrap, served with potato wedges, slaw and salad. All on a triangular plate. Edgy.



Star of the show was undoubtedly Aluna's cocktail menu. The chandelier ridden eatery offers the typical and well known cocktails on one side, and experimental, slightly orgasmic ones of the other. We ordered the "Lava lamp", which contained dry ice and popping balls causing the effect of a lava lamp as the balls shot around the tall glass and smoke drifted out from the top. Obviously, there's always time for a cocktail and one is simply not enough. From banoffee flavoured cocktails, strawberry milkshake exploding cocktails and bubblegum daiquiris, it's safe to say that they were some of the best cocktails I've had in quite some while.




Aluna is a perfect romantic spot, social gathering hive and even perfect for meetings, as the two men in suits in the corner found. If you're in Birmingham and stuck for somewhere to go, Aluna is the place.

On the hottest day of the year so far, it seems nothing less than perfect for Oklahoma! to arrive at Birmingham Hippodrome, a story of boy meets girl meets boy meets girl. Oklahoma! is the first musical written by the team of composer Richard Rodgers and librettist Oscar Hammerstein II. The musical is based on Lynn Riggs' 1931 play, Green Grow the Lilacs.

The brand new production brings the needed charm and wit and is packed with instantly recognisable tracks including the self-titled track. All together now… Ayippeyippeeayy. Charlotte Wakefield’s principle role of Laurey, complimented with sickly Ado Annie Carnes (Lucy May Barker) bumps the production up to something worth seeing. Acknowledging that Barker was part of the original cast of Spring Awakening is far too exciting and her transition to such a show is impeccable.

Though the show’s main baddie, credits must be payed to the incredible performance of Jud by Nic Greenshields; a country bum with the voice of Pavarotti.

When watching such a musical, that heavily incorporates ballet and opera as expected from one of the first musicals, watching it in context and with a pinch of salt is necessary. Themes of male entitlement, female weakness and all round sexism and racism are ever so present.
The show fulfils exactly what it’s supposed to do – lightly entertain – but seems a little stale now. Time to be put to sleep Oklahoma!

Three Stars for Ok-lahoma! and a few tumble weeds.

Note that this review is the property of The National Student and again, I thank them for letting me use them as an outlet for opportunity and publication.

Viva la rainbow flags. The masses oozed into London streets under sweltering heat to enjoy one of the world's largest LGBT festivals in the world - following New York and San Francisco - Pride in London. Having only been to one pride, Birmingham Pride the day after Ireland voted yes in the marriage referendum, and having one of the best weekends of my adult life, I had big expectations from London Pride.

I was not disappointed. The amount of happiness and pride - excuse the pun - was phenomenal. Since getting with my boyfriend, I've been opened up into a world full of the most welcoming friendship group, making the whole weekend better. Champagne and good company made me realise how grateful I am for what I have, what I am and what I'm becoming. I can't thank them enough.


Though close attention to the parade wasn't paid, what I did see what awe inspiring and reduced my soppy other half to tears (sorry Adam). Though it was a little annoying seeing companies jump onto and ride the pink pound, the inclusivity and happiness was infectious. I think I've caught the gay.

Pride made me realise how far I've come with my sexuality through the years. A few years ago, I was being told that I'd never achieve anything in a school not exactly happy about my sexuality, yet there I was, stood hand in hand with the one person who means the world to me, celebrating who the eff I is.

Disclaimer: UKIP's Pride float does not represent who I am. By bastardising Stonewall's infamous slogan of "some people are gay, get over it" with "some gays vote UKIP, get over it," I did feel a little sick. Some gays are politically ignorant, I'll get over it.


Though we queued for Heaven - London's biggest gay club, a half nightmare, half dream - for two hours and ended up giving up, though I had my post-night out drunken McDonald's at the embarrassing hour of 4pm, though I ended up handing out one hell of a handful of Gay Times leaflets, Pride in London was one of the best weekends of the past few years.

I'm happy again.