Several 5 minute massages later and my colleagues were even more relaxed than a few hours' worth of beer had already got them. For my part I got all shy claiming I thrived on stress (actually massages make me giggle). It's amazing what nonsense you come out with when you've had a bit to much to drink, not to mention the hidden truths that have a habit of slipping out. But therein lies a tale for another day...(or never).
Chilling out in the courtyard of The George (it's owned by the National Trust so you can pretend it's a cultural thing, not a drinking thing) last Friday we were approached by a roving troupe of young masseurs/masseuses. Eh? Some keen questioning revealed they were from urban chill a rather cool new business venture that purveys 5 minute head & shoulder massages, either in your office if you give them a call, or in various nightspots around central London. Nice. The price? Whatever you think it's worth. An odd pricing scale, but cool none the less.
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