Saturday, November 2, 2013
No Pain No Gain
A few weeks ago I pulled a muscle playing squash. It's slowly been healing but advice from various quarters prompted me to visit a masseur this morning. Now there are two types of massage: the nice, relaxing experience with sweet-smelling oils and the gentle hands of a winsome young Thai in a designer-spa full of fluffy white towels and artfully strewn rose petals on expensive teak surfaces..., and the agonising, muscle-pummelling version by a middle-aged Chinese lady with knuckles like knives in a utilitarian front-room with building works going on outside. I had the latter. It was excruciating. And it feels like I'm back to where I started.