Today Nic and I decided to treat ourselves and get a facial each together. I was a little hesitant. This would be the first time I have ever been on the receiving end of a facial. My fears were well grounded and it was a traumatic experience.
They put some leftover food on my face and rubbed it all over, making sure that I had the beautician's lunch spread completely across it. They did this several times, as if once wasn't enough. Citrus, yoghurt etc. I felt like a German breakfast spread and looked like a dog's dinner. Nic was beside me enjoying the experience and laughing her arse off at the fact that I looked like such a twat.
After the luxury of being a tablecloth for half an hour, they started attacking me with a suction machine. It was like being pecked by a hydromatic chicken.
They then started to knife my nose with something called a "cleansing tool". I said to the beautician in a strong kiwi accent, "bloody hell love, this isn't much like fun" so she stopped and skipped to some different torture.
It was all finished off with some cucumber which they mashed onto my face as a final flourish. "Nice one, cucumber face" I thought to myself as I handed over the money for this experience.
They asked me if I would like an extra mask for half an hour. I politely refused, telling them that I had an appointment with a man who was going to put electric current through my family jewels that was more appealling.
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Hmmm, agreeing to have a facial... raises some serious questions?!?
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