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I knead more massageIt may be foolish to launch on April Fool’s Day, but please reserve judgment until the 31st.

For the month of April 2014, I’ve set myself a challenge: to learn something new every day. The something new has got to be useful, if only to me, and I’ve got to share it, if only with you (the three – or is it four? – people currently reading this blog. Thanks for stopping by).

The rules and/or general parameters are simple:

  • I post something right here every day. But like any good boss, I’ve generously given myself weekends and bank holidays off. (Yes, that includes Good Friday and Easter Monday – quite a good month to start, I’d say.)
  • These ‘learnings’ are generally good practice-type tips for living, or cool stuff about the changing world around us, or some other kind of ephemeral. This is NOT about theatre shows (you can follow my other blogs and tweets for that), this is about Life, yes, with a capital L.
  • I can be as random as the mood takes me
  • You are encouraged to comment and share (Please, comment and share, or I’ll get lonely…)

I’m sure eventually I’ll get round to telling you why I wanted to set myself this little challenge, but for now, I’ll keep the why’s and wherefore’s shrouded in mystery, and just get stuck in. Sound good?

So, here goes. Let’s start with “Indulgence on a Budget”. I am addicted to massage. I could have two-hour massages every day of my life and still feel like I’m not getting enough. Apart from the length (and sadly, the maximum I’ve yet found offered is 90 minutes), the ingredients for a good massage are:

  1. very firm pressure (like bone-crunchingly firm – if it doesn’t hurt, what’s the point, as far as I’m confirmed)
  2. a female masseuse (with masseurs, I can’t help but worry about my cellulite and bikini line in direct proportion to how handsome they are) who does NOT want to chat
  3. soothing music
  4. divine-smelling oils (preferably lavender)
  5. minimal outside noise (that includes loudly ticking clocks).

Over the past few years, as work pressures mounted, I resorted to massage escapes (and the odd facial) more and more frequently to help me relax. But such pampering was one of the first things to go when I lost my job in December. And while I’m not able to earn for the next few months (LONG story), I didn’t envisage being able to indulge again any time soon.

An hour massage costs just £25 at the London School of Beauty Ophelia Lovibond and Dominic Cooper in The Libertine. © Alastair Muir 160926pilgrims10 Matthew Lewis and Ruta Gedamintas in Unfaithful

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