Pop Smear #1 The Gym

Pop Smear #1 The Gym

OK. I have a confession to make. I have joined a gym. Partly to get my (probably correct) mother off of my back and partly because as a violently sedentary freelance illustrator, if I had a Fitbit it would pack it’s tiny bags and leave me for someone with an actual...
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Pop

Pop Music is evocative and few people can recall the headiness of youth without linking it to a soundtrack that drips, stickily with audio nostalgia. Sometimes, memories are tinted rosier by the opening bars of their 16 year old self’s favourite album and, often, the...