Last week Kate, Jess and I went for a rather bizarre beauty treatment.
I’m sure you’ve heard of or seen the latest odd therapy to hit the high street, namely having the dead skin on your feet eaten by Garra rufa fish. The concept is pretty strange; believe me, the experience itself is much, much stranger.
Back in November a girl from church visited a spa and told me all about it. I mentioned it to Kate and Jess, and we decided that it would make a fun outing. And it only took us until the very last day of Newcastle’s term to go.
It was a lot of fun; extremely weird, but fun.
It caused me to squeal and shudder and clutch Jess’s hand in a way that was probably quite painful, but she didn’t complain (bless her heart) and I got used to it eventually.
The thing is, mostly it does just feel like bubbles, until you look down and remember that the ‘bubbles’ are alive and eating your skin.
And in other news, today I had a landmark Newcastle experience and first Geordie-celebrity sighting, when I caught sight of one half of the famous Ant and/or Dec double-act.
I spotted Ant McPartlin. In the Marks & Spencer’s lingerie department.
I feel that that context for the sighting makes that story win just a little bit more.
In summary: the odd delights of Newcastle-upon-Tyne in June.