A WOMAN’S bathroom cabinet is brimful of distilled, cleansing, pointless lotions.
Emma Bradford, a paralegal from Durham, has accumulated a vast range of tiny scented liquids, which she regularly uses in undetectable quantities.
She said: “This one’s organic jasmine, this one’s concentrate of lavender, and this one’s something called wildcrafted niaouli essence.
“I put some in an incense burner, because setting fire to things relaxes me and I enjoy the visual metaphor of where my money’s going.
“Sometimes I pour it in the bath. Then I cover it up with the £25 body scrub with bits of sand in it, which hurts a bit so it must be good for me. And then I wash that off with a £35 shower gel made from expensive lemons.
“Then I cry for a few minutes and then I use a £45 face cream that will give me the skin of an 18-year old, by bringing back my acne. Anyway, I buy my cheese at the same time, so they all smell faintly of stilton.”
Bradfield’s partner, Tom Logan, said: “I use the same thing to wash my hair, face, beard and armpits. It costs ninety pence a litre and it smells of energy. It’s great being a man.”