M by Montcalm 

This is a bit of a new area for me. I’m not really one to stay in hotels in the Capital at the weekend. Nor am I to indulge in spas and free macaroons. However, on Friday night this all changed! I am no longer a sceptic and a cynic about staying in posh hotels and using their spa facilities. I’m now very much a fan!

Friday. End of a busy, first full week at work since starting the new job. It was the boyfriend’s birthday. He was turning the big 2 8 (does kind of have a good ring to it!) And it was our first year together celebrating his birthday, so of course I had to go all out. I had to make it one to remember. And what better way than to stay at his favourite architectural building in none other than Shoreditch. He’s a civil engineer so he has this fascination with buildings so who am I to deny him the right to enjoy his birthday eve in a beautiful hotel room?

Check-in is normally around 2pm but after a busy day and a drink after work, I met the boyfriend, after he followed my lovingly thought out clues ūüėČ outside M at quarter to six. There he was. Stood so proudly and excited outside this contemporary modern architecture. His great big grin said it all. He was chuffed to say the least.

M by Montcalm, Shoreditch

He grabbed my hand and after a quick embrace and kiss we strolled, or should I say skipped with excitement into the reception. To our right was a selection of bars and stools and an array of colourful armchairs. The variety and choice of all the various spirits was a beautiful sight to see. A shame that we were far too busy to experience this bar. Can always use this as an excuse to go back though, right?

We were swiftly met by a Bell Boy who politely insisted on taking our luggage whilst we queued to check-in. Whilst waiting, I clocked several touch screens placed within the mahogany coffee tables. The reception was the epitomy of elegant, modern and tasteful. The desk was black marble whilst the floor was shiny clean white. The most extravagant light in the shape of multiple 8’s entwined together sat delicately above. I could not quite believe that I was checking in. That I was allowed to stay and experience this masterpiece.

We were soon called over and up we trotted to the desk. I gave them my name but not before I was engulfed with an apology for the delay and a gratitude for waiting so patiently. ¬†I was taken aback. We had barely waited a couple of minutes and I was far too in awe of the building to ever consider that I’d been kept waiting for a long period of time. I handed over my card. The amount was taken. The keycard ¬†was given and we were officially one night residents!

The Bell Boy swiftly hopped to our side with our luggage, enquires after our room number and led us up to the nth floor in the mirrorless, black marbled lift. The doors binged open, we were greeted by the monochrome effect that was placed throughout the hotel. We walked through the doors and just to our right was our room. It had an electronic door bell, an electronic sign for room cleaning and even a digital do not disturb sign (We later found out this was all controlled via the iPads built into the wall in the room). So long to the days of the chewed up paper signs that were once hung upon the handle to ward off any disturbance.


The room. How do words do justice for this space? They simply don’t. The amount of technology placed throughout was extortionate. As one who isn’t keen on modern technology and has a track record of breaking several devices over the years, I couldn’t help but be amazed by the smart use of modern gadgets in the room. There were no light switches. Everything was controlled through an iPad placed next to the bathroom and one on either side of the bed on the bedside tables. You could turn the bathroom light on from your bed. You could change the colours of the mood lighting from blue to green to fuchsia! Turn the desk light on. Control the TV and Media Hub. Click on the AC and choose the speed of the fan and temperature. Gone are the days of the old fashioned thermostat awkwardly placed on the wall that no one was quite sure how to work. It wasn’t even necessary to get in and out of bed to open the curtains. This, again was all simply done at the touch of a button on the newly made buddy, the iPad.

As well 20170428_180653_editedas iPads, a TV almost the length of me was sat cleanly on the wall with a vast amount of channels to select from. The only niggle, is, my boyfriend claimed he couldn’t find a guide so had to individually select a channel to find out what was on (this was of very little nuisance to me. Just a male thing I think!)

The smell of the room was pomegranate which I selected at no extra cost when booking the room. I also could choose the pillows that our weary heads would rest upon that night. I opted for the hypo allergenic but the choice was numerous and quite a tough one to make. They accommodated to my request of that it was my boyfriend’s birthday. They originally offered complimentary pies and fruits. But both me and my boyfriend being gluten free, I politely declined the pies and said the fruit would be plenty. For M, the fruit would not be plenty. Instead they suggested and gave us macaroons (gluten free) with the fruit and a very cute balloon with Happy Birthday on in the corner of the room. It was very kind and generous of M to do this all complimentary. And the macaroons, well all I can say is, France watch out. M by Montcalm do the best macaroons on this planet ūüėć

After popping out to a Jimmy Carr stand up we were back to paradise. It was time to test out the shower. There was plenty of room for two (not that we tried) and the head distributed the water evenly and powerfully, (so there was no fighting over who would be under the water ūüėČ).

In dire need of a cup of Rosie Lee, the kettle popped into action. This is where my one and only complaint makes an appearance. There was a variety of teas, ranging from peppermint to chamomile to English breakfast. Fantastic choice. However there were only two English Breakfast teas. Now this may not seem an issue to some but it posed a problem the next morning. After both of us enjoying the cuppa the night before we were stuck with nothing the next morning (I lie, I was okay as there was a very fancy Nespresso machine and four varieties of coffee pods brewed for your pleasure. This suited me very well the next morning, the boyfriend, not so much as he has a strong dislike for coffee). We did call housekeeping and were informed that it would be up straight away. We were on the top floor so we estimated 5 minutes to allow it to arrive. We each had our showers. I did my coffee. Dried my hair and still nothing. By this point there was no  point calling and requesting again as check out was fast approaching. So we left on a bit of a low.

I’ve jumped ahead of myself but that’s what a lack of tea does to order. Back to waking up the morning after the night before.

The next morning, at half 8 (more like 9) we donned on our bathing suits accompanied with the fluffy white dressing gowns left with the M emblem neatly sewn. We shyly made our way to the lifts, after all this was the first time we had experienced a hotel this fancy and going to the spa. We weren’t quite sure if this was the correct protocol (later turns out it was, although we forgot the slippers).


We timidly walked up to the reception in the spa and despite the receptionist being on the phone, we were kindly told the direction to relaxation. We popped our heads in the changing rooms and what cleanliness and space. We bagsied a chair with our dressing gowns and warily climbed the stairs into the pool. Initially it felt cold but after a dunk it was pleasant. There was a giant tap at the end. A goddess on the wall and even cucumber and orange infused water in the fridges.

The steam too ¬†was perfect. I’m not a fan of steam especially for long periods of time but this was like no other. We stayed the maximum time before shuffling over to the sauna. 90¬įc heat greeted us as the door opened. Being typically British, the boyfriend and I lasted under 10 minutes. We showered under giant shower heads in a private cubicle before finally having a soak in the jacuzzi. Even with two other couples it was pleasantly comfortable. Just the right amount of bubbles and heat ūüĎĆ

A quick chill on the chair with our infused waters and eyeing up the chillax room we decided we were running out of time before check out so headed up.

Showers had. Hair dried courtesy of the Babyliss hair dryer in the room. Make up on. Coffee stewed. I was ready for departure onto the next adventure. The boyfriend? Struggling to function without his side of tea that morning!

We checked out and as usual we were asked how our stay was. I couldn’t help but express my admiration for the place and the enjoyment, luxury and relaxation it brought but I had to also point out the mix up with the tea bags. I didn’t expect a place of this standard to be so stingy on this front. The receptionist? He couldn’t have been more concerned and apologetic. He offered to get us a drink at the bar Tonic and Remedy. Unfortunately we had to decline as our next destination and a spot for breakfast was calling us. I thanked him greatly and as hard as it was to decline a free bevvy, I felt that M had done all they could to rectify the problem. Yes, we never got the tea but a kind gesture was offered and I couldn’t ask for fairer than that.

It was sad to wave goodbye to this beautifully modern, technology based heaven behind. The luxury. The indulgence. It was everything I thought I would never want but after this memorable experience I will definitely try to treat myself to these experiences at least twice a year!

So how much did all this cost me?

I booked The M by Montcalm as a surprise. I booked it two weeks in advance and for 10% off their original price as part of their book early saver. I had looked at several hotels in the London area as I was convinced that the M would be way out of my bounds. I was wrong. Most hotels, even a bog standard Premier Inn cost around ¬£115 a night and that’s not even in central London. M, the beautiful M cost me a mere ¬£126. This might seem expensive to some but not to me. Not for near central London. In a beautiful building. Big rooms. The use of the spa facilities and just the general friendliness and accommodation of the staff. Yes, breakfast wasn’t included but most hotels these days don’t have all inclusive breakfast. But from what I saw a glimpse of on the way down to the spa, there was a vast variety for breakfast with picturesque views over looking the city.

Overall, M by Montcalm has set the bar high for any future city stays that come my way. I’ve been spoilt and greedily expect such luxury on a regular basis!

My rating: 4.5* out of 5.

*the tea bags really were the factor for the missing .5

Jack Whitehall: At Large

Another night, another stand up comedy! Shows are like buses, you wait for ages to see a stand up comedian and then two come at once in the same week. This isn’t what each week of mine is like. I wished.

Me and my partner in crime, F, were off to another night of laughs at our favourite venue the O2 arena in Greenwich. I love this venue for so many reasons. Most importantly it is so simple to get to from home and isn’t too long a journey. But also the whole venue is just amazing. I love the hustle and bustle and the buzzing atmosphere from everyone there. It has everything you want in one venue. Restaurants, bars and even a little newsagent as well as the 20,000 seated arena. I have only ever seen bands perform at the O2 so it was exciting to be able to see something a little bit different, especially in such a huge venue. How would a stand up work to such a large capacity? Would the atmosphere still be there? Would you still feel a part of the act like you would with a musician in that sized venue?

I needn’t have worried. A stand up worked just as well!

Friday night, the start of the coming weekend and the night Jack Whitehall was performing at The O2 in North Greenwich. ¬†Our seats weren’t too shabby and we had a good view of the stage and the screens.

The support act started just after 8 and it was none other than Joe Lycett. It is funny because only recently have I become aware of him as a comedian and seen him perform on 8 out of 10 cats does countdown and Live at the Apollo. I also follow him on twitter and as a follower you are always guaranteed a good laugh and joke on your timeline from him. His main act always consists of some emails he has sent to someone he knows regarding an issue he has and this night it was no different. Unfortunately it was the same joke that he had used on¬†Live at the Apollo,¬†but it was still just as funny hearing him say it again as it was the first time. Let’s just say emails went backwards and forwards about a made up fox called¬†Sally Peterson¬†and her wanted poster being put in a snap frame at Lycett’s office. Overall Lycett gave a very good 15 minute performance and was a good warm up for the night ahead.

You heard Whitehall before you saw him, which isn’t a surprise! He opened his set with a video consisting of all things every Jack Whitehall fan would expect of him: Freddie Flintoff (League of their own), his father (Backchat with Jack Whitehall and his Father) and the cast from Bad Education. He also had fellow comedian David Walliams. The end of the video saw him jump on a horse and riding off into the sunset. Next thing there’s Jack on stage on a great big grey horse! It’s not everyday a comedian makes that kind of entrance.

He jumped off and the horse was led off stage. Whitehall began his set but within a minute he stopped and our attention was brought to the massive pile of poo left on stage by the horse. Jack played it so well. If I hadn’t read before I would have easily believed that that wasn’t meant to happen and wasn’t a part of the act. Everyone was creasing up at his reaction, and even more so when he had to get on his hands and knees and shovel it in a bag.
The first half was side splitting funny. It just seemed that nothing was going to plan for Jack. Whether this was part of the act or not, it did the job. I don’t think there was a straight face in the house. His reference to Waitrose, Asda, name dropping and his experience with the Royal Family all seemed to never go his way and before the end of this section he ended up crawling in left over horse muck. He knew how to keep the audience going and he did it so well.

The second half, I thought couldn’t get any more bizarre than the first. I was wrong. Oh so wrong. If you thought Jack’s entrance was brilliant, it was nothing compared to the end where he was dressed in an inflatable troll costume trying to knock¬†Elsa¬†from¬†Frozen¬†out of the way as she sung on stage. This was all in reference to his role, which soon became a non speaking role in the movie Frozen. As he pointed out, he is the penultimate name on the cast list and had his voice over removed as Elsa began to sing Let it go. The cries of laughter from the crowd filled the arena.
The second half seemed a lot more quick paced than the first and more staged but it didn’t disappoint.

You found yourself at times wondering if it was okay to laugh at what he was saying. But that’s Whitehall humour and we as an audience were all in the same boat. No one was there to judge at what you laughed at, instead you came together as an audience and silently chuckled at the parts that you thought weren’t always appropriate to laugh out loud to.

Jack Whitehall lived up to everything and more and I am as much a fan as I was before I saw him live. He interacted well with us as an audience, got us involved and made local references. His humour is at times inappropriate but that’s what makes him unique. He is a man child who says all the wrong things at the wrong time but you can’t help but laugh at him. It’s a strong 9 out of 10 for me, maybe even encroaching on a 10.


Pulp Fiction

Friday night and a new adventure for me and F. As a couple we aren’t the type who always have to be out doing things and spending money, we’re more than content to be sat at home watching a film or whatever sport is on the telly. However, we do like an outing here and there.

A month or so ago I spotted an event on Facebook that I thought would be of interest to F. It was the chance to see Pulp Fiction at The Grand in Clapham. I’m not a film buff. I don’t have the attention span to be able to sit there and watch a film unless I’m in the cinema or I’m sat with someone who is forcing me to watch it. On my own I get up halfway through a film and get distracted by menial tasks such as cleaning my room or organising my books just because I can’t sit still. F is the opposite. He loves a good film and Pulp Fiction is up there as one of his favourites. Being such a great girlfriend (ūüėČ haha) I suggested it to F and booked it up.

The night finally arrived after booking it a month in advance. It was being held at a venue called the Grand. It was established in 1900 and is a grade II listed Victorian building which used to be a music hall back in the day. A venue right up my street. I love a listed building and a bit of history in a place.
For a cinema night, the Grand converts its hall into a 500 seat cinema. And what an incredible place it was! From the outside it looked grand, I can see where it got the name from.

After a quick bag search we walked through to the entrance hall and had our tickets scanned. We were then offered a free shot, not sure what it was but it some sour of some sort. Me and F went upstairs to the balcony ti go and find some seats. It was quite an amazing venue and idea. There were rows of cushions instead of individual seats like a normal cinema. A few rows further down you had tables and stools. I never looked over the balcony so don’t know what the downstairs looked like but I imagined it was similar.

The seats

After playing musical chairs a good few times, me and F finally settled on the back row. The only, not complaint, but I suppose issue I had was that with those sat on stools a few rows down you often had their heads in the view of the screen and the metal bars didn’t really help matters. But me and F found a superb seat and were rarely hassled with a bobbing head in front of us.

The ciders were bought (completely forgot I wasn’t meant to be drinking because of my sleeping tablets, so safe to say I didn’t have my tablet that night!) and at ten minutes to eight the host came on the stage. He quoted a few lines from the line, and me being a complete noob with Pulp Fiction had no idea what he was on about, but people were cheering and clapping so must have been rather relevant!

I lied about only having one complaint, I do apologise, I don’t normally lie but I forgot that I had another issue with the venue. As great as the atmosphere was I was a bit disappointed that most people seemed to continue talking excessively loud from the minute the film started. I know everyone is there for a good time but I was kind of hoping to be able to hear the film. It would have helped if they put subtitles up because as I later found out, the great thing about Pulp Fiction is the dialogue far more than the picture. There’s a lot of classic one liners in it and unfortunately I missed out on a lot of them. I suppose going to watch it in a place like this wasn’t the best option to watch it for the first time. I, however was lucky enough to have my Pulp Fiction translator, F. He kept me updated on what was being said, what was happening and any other vital parts I might have missed.

An hour and a half later, the film was paused and the interval began. I wasn’t expecting any entertainment for the interval but to my surprise they did their very own Jack Rabbit Slims Twist Competition¬†(similar to that in Pulp Fiction for those who have no idea what I am on about). Me and F had a bit of a twist and boogie which was great fun! ¬†The host chose three couples to go up on stage and dance it out . We, the audience, had to cheer for the couple we thought did the best¬†twist.¬†They were incredible, but one couple really stood out and deservedly won free alcohol!¬†This was great fun and really made the night. The interval went by in a flash and the second half was ready.

The film didn’t end up finishing until ten to eleven but I was so glad we stayed to the end to watch it all. It was such a great film and something so different to what I normally watch. The cast were fantastic and the story line was bizarre but it worked. There were parts where I had my hand over my mouth in fear, in shock and in laughter! It wasn’t until quite a way through the film that I realised that the film jumped backwards and forwards in time. As soon as I realised this the whole film made sense. I really liked how Tarantino did this. I also now know where Direct Line got their idea from for their advert. I never knew Harvey Keitel’s character Winston Wolfe was from Pulp Fiction. But I do now, and I get it a whole lot more.

I feel a bit behind the times. I feel like I have no knowledge when it comes to movies, but I am getting there. I am slowly introducing myself to more films and hopefully I won’t be such a noob about them soon.

I thoroughly enjoyed my night and I think F did too. Apart from the two little niggles that I had about it, I would definitely recommend it and I would go back. Especially when I paid £3 for these tickets. In all honesty I would have paid more because it is such a unique experience and there was entertainment half way through, a free shot when you walked in and the staff were friendly. Just maybe include subtitles next time so those that do want to watch can follow what is going on. However, I would give it an 8/10 for simply how unique it was and how well put together it was. So if you ever get the chance to see a film there I would recommend at least going once.


Kaleo РHandprint

This is the gig I’ve been waiting for, ¬†the band I couldn’t wait to see live. I had already had to cancel seeing them last year due to prior arrangements and now nothing was going to get in my way of seeing the Icelandic quartet who boast a beautiful sound of folk, blue and rock.

The band was started by JJ Julius Son, David Antonsson and Daniel Kristjansson who were best friends at school. They soon added Rubin Pollock  and in 2012 Kaleo was formed. (After a bit of research Kaleo is hawaiian for the sound.)

Tuesday 31st January, Kaleo were continuing their Handprint tour across the UK and it was the turn of London O2 Forum in Kentish Town to be graced with their sound.

Once again my boyfriend was the lucky individual who I dragged along with me. He was fed and watered beforehand so don’t feel too sorry for him (and he very kindly paid for dinner too, what a sweetie ūüėė)!

The weather was miserable and the rain was continuous but armed with my umbrella and my man I was excited to get to the venue.

O2 Forum kentish Town is a perfect intimate venue. It isn’t too small nor too big yet anywhere you stand on the bottom floor you will have a good view as there’s different levels and also a bit of an upward slope.

We got priority entrance, allowing us to skip the queue and go straight in. But being British and loving queueing we were still lucky enough to queue for the cloakroom, where it was ¬£3 an item!! Whilst in the queue the support band started. Straightaway you could hear why they were supporting Kaleo. Their sound was similar with a mix of indie rock and soulful blues. The four piece named Broken Witt Rebels created an atmosphere. Despite not hearing them before you couldn’t help but bop along to them. The charisma and charm of the lead singer was contagious and it was clear everyone was enjoying them.

Their set was 40 minutes long and their energy and passion was rife throughout. They were entertaining to watch and really warmed up the crowd. Their musical techniques were ¬†incredible and their playing in different tuning on their guitars and bass was nothing I’d noted before. ¬†I’ve already scouted them out on Spotify to listen to.

9pm and Kaleo appear after their roadie insisted on checking the mic a multitude of times. JJ Julius Son came on dressed in a smart blazer, a white sleeveless top and black trousers. He looked smart and quite the part of the lead singer. He started whistling as the rest of the band in strikingly floral patterned shirts, struck their instruments. The first song had started; ¬†can’t go on without you. The crowd were singing and dancing straight away. I thought this was a sign of good things to come for the rest of their set.

Now for those of you who know Kaleo or for those of you that don’t, it is key to know that a lot of their songs are slow. I expected this and knew there wouldn’t be a lot of jumping around but I was hoping that JJ would interact with us and keep the atmosphere going.

Unfortunately he didn’t. I got the impression, and so did my boyfriend, that ¬†in a good way he was very passionate about his music and concentrated on that but at the same time it also came across that he didn’t have much stage presence.

They worked their way through the songs, including the crowd favourites of automobile, a cover of bang, bang, way down we go and all the pretty girls. 

They sounded so much better live than on their recording and that was hard to beat. His vocals, the passion and love they all have for the music was evident. However, as previously mentioned their interaction was minimal.

It didn’t help that the crowd was a mix of people and ages. I got the gist that majority of people were there because the tickets were cheap and it was ideal for a week evening out and not because they were fans of Kaleo. They were drunk and rowdy and made me and others feel very uncomfortable and unable to enjoy the gig.

Me and the boyfriend persevered through the just over the hour set. It was nice as I got to have a dance with him but this to me became the only highlight of the gig.

Kaleo did get an encore and they did perform a rocky, upbeat song to close the gig. They were polite and thankful for us showing up and even suggested that they’ll be about next summer with a new tour or album.
I wanted so much to write such a good review and come back from that gig chomping at the bit to see them again live, but, unfortunately, I’m not. I’m not even sure I’m glad I saw them as I just really didn’t enjoy it. That may be because of the crowd or it might have been because of their lack of interaction but something just didn’t sit well with me. One thing I can confirm is that they are musicians. They can sing. They can play music. And they have a passion for it and that’s all you can ask of a band these days.

I hope I will see them again and I will have a completely different view but until then this gig won’t be going in my top 10 anytime soon.


JJ Julius Son playing¬†Can’t go on without you



Rationale – ‘Pure Love’

Finally back into going to gigs, and what a way to start again!

On Wednesday 25th January, I met the Boyfriend from work and after enjoying a very delicious, and Gluten free Wahaca we left Waterloo and made our way to Charing Cross to seek out Heaven.

Heaven, a club owned by G-A-Y and first established in the 70s, boasts a 1000 person capacity for live music and has hosted acts ranging from Bombay Bicycle Club, Franz Ferdinand and N*E*R*D*.

I had Googled what Heaven looked like and where it was based but I wasn’t expecting what I saw when we arrived at the arches of Charing Cross. It was discrete and hidden despite the barriers and the metal detector right outside!

My boyfriend urged me to go first and so I strutted through the detector, had my bag checked and we were in! I had my stamp claiming I was allowed in and my ticket ripped. We turned the corner and faced a choice of two doors to go through, we went straight ahead and wow! What a venue. It was a typical basement, we were surrounded by exposed brick, dark paths and 3 or 4 little bars each with their own barman and a clock room to the left.

We hastily checked our coats in (only to soon realise that most kept theirs on, including hats and scarves, because it was freezing in there! The boyfriend waa convinced the gig area had no solid roof. He’s a structural engineer but I highly doubt he was right ūüėČ) before rushing off to see the area where we’d be watching the music come alive. Safe to say we were awestruck. The roof was curved and the stage was raised. The room seemed to go back forever. Metal stairs left up to a balcony overlooking those standing below. I can only imagine what a great view those at the front got, those at the back not so much. This balcony led further back to a room I never got to see.

We got our ciders and we stood admiring the venue and excitedly anticipating what the night of music had in store for us. We were there for the headliner, Rationale, who spotify describe as a mash between Tracy Chapman and Morrisey.

The first act, the support, Dom Mcallister was up at half eight. The range of voice he has was incredible. He performed his own music and did a mash up of Jamie xx¬†I know there’s gonna be good times and LUV by Tory Lanez. What a mash up. Everyone was singing along from the first word courtesy of LUV.

He had a great rapport with us, his audience. He spoke to us and even got us to participate in one of his songs. All we had to do was sing ‘woahhh ohhh ohh oh oh’ after him. ¬†Something so simple but so entertaining. We found out he had written that song with Jess Glynne. And you could tell. It had a heavy influence of her music but it suited his voice. His half an hour set was soon over and I think it’s safe to say he gained himself a fair few new supporters.

Another quick trip to the bar, this time for a diet coke and a G&T. We lost our spot on the floor so had to fight our way through the sea of people to find somewhere to stand. As I’m too much of a delicate, sweet person, I pushed the boyfriend in front and he found us a place to stand amongst the people.

The clock finally ticked round to half nine and it was time for Rationale to take his place on stage.

The stage bore his name in lights as his band appeared first. After much screaming and cheering, Rationale appeared. He was ready to dance, to sing and to entertain. The energy he conveys as he performs is contagious. You can’t help but smile and have and have a dance as his voice fills the room.

Unlike a lot of modern artists, Rationale’s songs have a lot of meaning and you can see first hand how much these songs mean to him. The emotion is rife. He sings with purpose and soul and that’s a rarity with artists this day.

His love for the audience was evident. He expressed that what he felt from us, was pure love. He couldn’t believe the cheers and the screams he was getting and watching us sing along to his songs despite him not yet releasing his debut album.

His hour set flew by. Me and the boyfriend danced the whole way through, more swayed but the thought was there! I sang as and when I could, terribly may I add. He completed his set with fuel to the fire. The crowd belted the words out with him as his gig came to an end.

After a couple of selfies, that was it. The gig was over. My boyfriend was most disappointed that he didn’t do an encore despite me telling him over and over, there wouldn’t be one. He finally accepted this fact and even later told me I was right, which is a rarity for him!

All in all, this gig reminded me just how much I prefer small intimate venues with artists who may not be as well known in the music world because the atmosphere and the feel is nothing of that that you get at bigger venues. There seemed close knit vibe and a whole lotta love as Rationale says.

If you ever see Rationale’s name pop up at a venue near you, I’d recommend a trip to see him.

Rationale at Heaven