28th October 2014, Pharaoh Beauty, Shoreditch, London
As previously confirmed, I'm in the midst of an about-to-turn-30-crisis.
So on top of fake face lifts and various other treatments where I essentially pay people to poke me with various objects to de-sag my face.
This time I decided to simply get my skin peeled off. No age preventing measure is too desperate.
Basically I let someone attack my face with an electric file. I'm sure I've seen a really bad 90's horror film with that theme. Or maybe that was an electric drill. Anyway!
As it turns out, the benefits of having your skin peeled up does not weigh up the time, money or agony spent on having it done. I still looked 29 (and maybe a half).
The battle continues!
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