Well, Stirling, New Orleans and Reykjavik is a world tour of sorts, right? I am now an official, rubber chicken-whippin’ member of The Slice Girls. We sing songs of sex, death and criminal activities. We wear corsets. And this month we got to sing on a whiskey bar in Stirling and on the Voodoo Lounge stage of the House of Blues, New Orleans. I straddled a banister while singing ‘Cellblock Tango’ and the whole night was amazing.
← The Stone House ♦