External Link/Members OnlyJust a bit SE of Kings Cross station
I'd spent much of the day walking around the City, just sightseeing and was heading for Euston. Felt bloody knackered, was walking past this place and went in on a whim.
Two women on duty, an attractive 19/20 year old, and a tanned thai wrinkly of probably 60. Guess who i got? Yes the crinkly!
Anyway, £60 for what was actually quite a good relaxing massage - which in reality was probably what I needed more than anything as the Parkinson's was starting to get to me and I was feeling quite stiff and bolloxed. Did actually feel a lot better after.
She offered me an HE for £40, which I agreed to, but got nowhere. Whether that was due to the damned disease, or the two pints of Sam Smiths OBB drunk earlier sitting at Charles Dicken's favourite table in Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese is open to debate
