28th April 2014, Slim Jim's, Moorgate, London
Apparently back facials are a thing. Who knew?
I have no clue what my back looks like. So why would I spend good money on getting my back looking pretty? Then it dawned on me. I have no clue what my back looks like. Other people see my back. What if it's covered in spots and hives and looks like something out of the Exorcist? None of my tattoos are big enough to cover up a pizza face on your back.
Having bumped into my previous beautician who I used to hang with at least weekly before the Canary Wharf deportation, I had booked myself in for some new fun treatments she had going. Amongst them, the brand new back facial that I hear is not to be missed.
Having a mud mask put on your back is very odd and very sticky. And not a good sticky. The only thing I could think of during is that I must look very similar to a Bounty bar. And identifying yourself with a Bounty bar does not put you in a relaxing frame of mind to enjoy the relaxing massage following the back mask. Going forward I think I'll stick with face facials.
And I still don't know what my back looks like.
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