I’ve been a big fan of massage for years and years. When I worked at Blue Heelers and earned a despicable amount of money, I became addicted to Thai massage from a particular place in the city. Because the job was so stressful, it was (sort of) a necessity, and one of the things I loved most about it was although it was apparently invigorating, I’d usually be almost asleep by the end of the treatment.

So today I went to the first lesson in a short course on Thai massage. One of my favorite parts of the massage was the facial work, and that’s a huge part of what we covered today. So if you’re one of my clients and you’re reading this, prepare to be my guinea pig! The woman teaching the class is kind of like a mad genius, who heads off on tangents all the time, but is the most amazing therapist, and being quite capable of many tangents myself, I’m always happy to meet someone else who does it.

The course was at Melbourne Uni, and it was quite freaky walking around the campus, and reading from a crumpled map, having virtually no idea where I was going. Students don’t appear to have changed much since I was at uni (or art school, which a lot of people won’t regard as proper university), except everyone seems a lot younger. Or perhaps I’ve changed, but I prefer to lay the blame on them, okay?

I also have a healthy respect for anyone who makes their living from massage, since thirty five minutes without a break nearly killed me. But I look forward to the next few weeks conditioning my massaging muscles as I practice on everyone I know.

Today I’m loving: citrus green tea, and Sneaky Sound System