- Daylight saving is here.
- The electric blanket and quilt have been put away.
- The "sweat towel" is now a necessary yoga accessory.
- And shorter skirts are looking like a very real possibility.
My advice for young players is that if you MUST subject yourself to this experience, it is best to realise that it is likely to be both painful and VERY awkward.....
Case in point. Last Friday, it was about 30 degrees, and I felt very tempted to wear a skirt. However, glancing down at my legs, I saw they were covered with horrible, thick black hair.
NOT attractive.
Hence, I gathered my courage and rang up the beautician to book in for that afternoon.
For those who have never had their legs waxed, there are few things more humiliating. After removing (most of) your clothes, and donning the obligatory gown, you lie there on the bed, listening to the "soothing" music, whilst the beautician drips scorching hot wax on your thighs, then RIPS it off, taking the hairs with it.
This process continues for around 20 minutes.
But the most bizarre part of the whole waxing experience is that whilst you are being subjected to these indignities, you are also expected to carry on a "relaxed" conversation with the beautician about topics such as how busy you are at work, what you're doing at the weekend, and how your Spanish lessons are going.
This is almost IMPOSSIBLE when you're trying not to yelp in pain.
Winter, long pants, and radical feminism suddenly seem much more appealing.....
