never been in one until last week. they wanted some advice and i was happy to oblige.

the best bit was when i got a guided tour.
most of it was what you'd expect - a bench to strap your hand down while they scrape and paint;
a bed to strap you down on while they punch you and throw mud;
a mirror so you can watch as they bash your face around ...

but i just loved the igloo tent!
apparently, the idea is that you change into disposable underwear, stand in the tent, then keep turning like you're on a turntable while the glamorous assistant sprays you with instant suntan.

i decided not to take up the offer of a session.
tracey had an evil gleam in her eye, and sharon looked like she had the shakes.

i bet i would have come out of there looking like an advert for teak finish ronseal, and every time i moved or smiled, great cracks would appear in the varnish.

but i liked the idea of disposable underpants.

might encourage me to throw away my inhibitions.