Have you ever had a hot stone massage?
One of my birthday gifts was a session with a massoose down in Hersmonceaux.
I lay on my back on a bed of hot stones while other hot stones were rubbed into other parts of my aching body. Then I turned over and put my head through a hole so that my back could be done.
After 80 minutes I had lines round my face from the hole’s edges, I looked like I had been branded by an indigent South American tribe. The heat running through my body felt warm and flowing. I felt stone-cold/hot sober but also whoozy and wonderful – just wlhat the doctor odered.
Wonderful.
I don’t remember driving home.
The white clematis is out on the cottage wall, the old mans back tomorrow and I’m preparing for Dr. Who?
That’s it till after Easter.
Acting is all about honesty, if you can fake that you can fake anything.