Some things in life are inevitable. The sun will rise in the east, the grass is green and, at some point, you’ll find your back knotted up like a pretzel. The latter is particularly true for me.
See, I’m a self-confessed gym addict. Yep, one of those people who bounds out of the house in Lycra at 6am to fit in a sly spin class before work. A good habit, you might think, but coupled with my fondness for sitting in awkward positions and slouching over my PC, it leaves me tenser than Phil Mitchell in a cop shop.
While I typically treat my aches with a cheeky massage from a colleague at lunch, bribing them with tasty baked goods, it just wasn’t quite doing the trick – plus, it was costing me a fortune in cakes. It was time to make a change, so I headed to leafy St John’s Wood for a luxurious full body massage, courtesy of Wowcher. Read more