Golden Touch Intimate Waxing – Soho

By Laurin

When I got back in the
saddle after my divorce, I noticed a curious statement on about half
the profiles of any given online dating service: “I love London,
but equally love escaping the hustle and bustle for a relaxing
weekend in the country.” Not me. I spend 95% of my time happily
cocooned within Zones 1 and 2, believing absolutely in Peter
Ackroyd’s pronouncement that “London is so large and so wild that
it contains no less than everything.” Soho, especially, is the balm
of my soul and since I no longer spend a sizeable portion of my time
and income drinking there, I have resolved of late to concentrate all
my grooming services within its streets. If I clock up enough hours
here, I reason, I will simply be absorbed into the pavement of Brewer
Street, and we shall never be parted again.

The only problem with
this, as far as I can see, is the matter of cash. Central London
beauty services are indisputably more expensive than their local
counterparts, and it adds up quickly if you happen to need a haircut,
waxing, and nails done all in the same month. It’s not unheard of
to pay £50 or more for a bit of below-the-belt grooming in some
branded salons, because who wants to put their ladyparts on the line
just to save a few quid? At least, not unless a tube of Canesten is
your idea of a “holiday kitbag essential”.

But lo, West End Workers!
I bring you glad tidings in the glittering form of Golden Touch
Waxing, which is now operating out of the Bodhi Clinic in Ingestre
Place (just off Broadwick Street). It’s owned by Hannah Salisbury,
a cheery New Zealander who is just striking out on her own after
years working as a trainer for other waxing emporiums. She doesn’t
do facials, massages or pedicures. It’s all waxing, all the time
for Hannah, and she’s bloody good at it too. I’m not going to get
too graphic about what I had done because this isn’t Vice and I
promised Madame Editor I wouldn’t. Let’s just say it involved a
large country in South America and it was, by Hannah’s own
definition, an “intimate wax”. That means everything off, from
belly button to coccyx. Moving swiftly on then, here’s what
you need to know:

  • Nobody in the hair
    removal business seems to bother with the pretence of modesty any
    longer. It’s all “knickers on the chair” and not a paper thong
    in sight.

  • But thankfully, they
    do all provide wet wipes for you to “freshen up” before the
    treatment, which incredibly kind when it’s late July and you’ve
    just spent half an hour hurtling between underground locations in a
    sweltering metal box deemed unfit for livestock (known locally as
    “the Tube”).

  • You get special
    wedge pillows pushed under your hips on each side to prevent lower
    back strain when you’re asked to open your knees. I’ve said it
    before, but small concessions to a client’s comfort during a
    treatment is what impresses me more than any technique. This is one
    of those small but utterly luxurious gestures.

  • If the phrase “open
    your knees” already has your cheeks burning, fear not. Hannah puts
    you completely at ease during the treatment. We chatted about
    restaurants, the correct and incorrect way of holding your friend’s
    newborn baby and her plans for World Waxing Domination. It felt more
    like having a coffee with a friend than completely exposing myself
    to a person I’d met only ten minutes earlier.

  • Hannah uses hot wax,
    which adheres to the hair as opposed to the skin. It doesn’t
    require the use of strips to remove the product, and it is about 98%
    less painful than traditional waxing. Which is to say that I barely
    noticed anything was happening at all.

  • When the treatment
    is finished, it all goes a bit ‘Our Bodies, Our Selves’. You get
    a hand mirror, and Hannah steps out of the room while you inspect
    her handiwork. If you spot a stray that her eagle eye has missed,
    you can call her back in to deal with it. This was appreciated, but
    unnecessary in my case. I could not spy a hair out of place, so to
    speak.

  • A full Hollywood or
    Brazilian costs £35. In my experience, this is a bargain for
    Central London.

I never thought I’d be
able to say I’d had a pleasant bikini wax, but so I did. If waxing
is your bag, I can wholeheartedly recommend The Golden Touch. And, to
make it even better, Hannah is offering our readers £5 off any
service over £30, or a free eyebrow or upper lip wax. All you have
to do is quote Get Lippie when you book.

The Golden Touch
(www.thegoldentouch.co.uk) is in the Bodhi Clinic at 14 Ingestre
Place, W1F 0JQ. To book, call 020 7734 4184.

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