Proud to be pampered

I know there is a certain type of man who hates the thought of being pampered. They want their salon experience to be a quick in-and-out job, with no fuss or ceremony. I don't fall into this category - as regular readers of this blog will know from my Vegas experience. My penchant for a bit of pampering was recently satisfied by a visit to Easton Regal in Clerkenwell. For those who don't know about it yet - Easton Regal is the brainchild of top stylists Bryn Wilkins and James Kinnear, and their combined talents and the statement building that houses the business, have ensured it has thrived in its first nine months. If my experience is anything to go by, it won't be a short-lived success story. The interior manages to be both expansive and warm and welcoming - neither masculine nor feminine, but dripping in character. And the staff are a joy to spend time with. Rekha is a charming lady who massaged my knotted shoulder and neck into submission, before gently steering me toward the perfectly secluded nail bar. In her flatteringly lit corner of the mezzanine level the effervescent Zarra buffed and filed my nails to perfection before taking me down to Bryn for the main event - my haircut. And it really was a hair cut, with no clippers in sight, and the seemingly ego-free Bryn taking me through each step, including advice on how to recreate the textured look at home. If this is pampering, I'm up for it any time!