‘It’s a cult, I’m not buying from them.’ ‘No way, I feel pressured into buying the products from pushy consultants when I don’t really want to.’ ‘They’re all pyramid schemes, not for me.’ These are missives I’ve heard about network marketing companies like Arbonne, Forever Living, Utility Warehouse, and Avon (yup THAT Avon, the one your mum used to buy from, and which incidentally, has its head office in Northampton). I’ve been known to buy the odd beauty product from Avon (my bezzie is a consultant), but I’m not brand loyal and personally I like to see what’s on offer or buy what I fancy, when I fancy.Read more
I am by nature, a wee bit cynical about the benefits of what the beauty and holistic industries have to offer until I’ve tried them (a bit like I am with the supernatural I suppose, when I see a ghost, I’ll believe in them). I tried reflexology once in a smart hotel in St Ives, Cornwall. The therapist looked like she had just left school, and proceeded to massage my feet and tell me nothing (my feet were very moisturised, but I can’t say I particularly felt any other benefits).Read more
If you’re a regular Muddy reader you’ll know that I love to scoot along having fun and looking for the best things in life (happily they’re free – just ask Janet). But even I can’t sugar coat some subjects.
I have two mudlets myself, all school age, so the current reading in the newspapers is pretty depressing. The average onset age for depression was 45 in the 1960s; today it’s 14.Read more
Hypnotherapy, hmmmmmm. I’m hardly what you’d call a cynic in most areas of life, but when you’ve had a humiliating experience in front of the whole of the student union at Uni (I had to pretend to be hypnotised because it was too embarrassing to own up when everyone else seemed to be in a zombie like trance), you learn to be a little mistrustful of some things. Since then, I’ve never really been a believer in hypnotism and its power, but hypnotherapy is a more holistic branch of the same tree (the clue’s in the word ‘therapy’!) and I know various people who have used it to quit fags, stop eating chocolate – seriously!- and also help with anxiety issues.Read more
Sometimes on Muddy, the quirky little businesses out there find me, rather than me foraging afar and finding them. And when one comes knocking offering to rub rose scented oil into my face, who am I to say no; even if it is a guy, a stranger I’ve never met (but hey, that’s what I’m here for, to try out the unknown, be the intrepid reporter to come back with a yay or nay for my loyal readers).Read more
In I float, a vision of loveliness, wearing my flounciest, bouffiest sparkly fairy dress, waving my magic wand – brrrrrrriiing! – giving you the chance to win the kind of prize I’d sell Prince Charming for.
Stoke Park is the hotel where Bridget Jones romped on the four poster with Daniel Carver (and where our founder Hero, later snored her way through in replica big pants); where Daniel Craig acted his ears off in Layercake; where James Bond played golf in Goldfinger.Read more