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November 28, 2011

Sensual Eating Event: Manchester, UK

Sensual Eating Event: Manchester, UK

Calling all gourmands for an evening of tempting Tantric treats and devilishly Dionysian delicacies


“Eating a raw oyster is like French kissing a mermaid.” Tom Robbins

Ladies and Gentleman, it’s time to put the ‘ooh’ back in food and welcome in the new year with table-banging antics à la Meg Ryan’s character in When Harry Met Sally.

On Wednesday 18 January (7pm), Manchester’s award-winning Mark Addy restaurant will host an exclusive food-oriented event with the UK’s foremost Tantra organisation, Shakti Tantra and Urban Deva founder and author of Running Into Myself, Thea Euryphaessa.

This ticket-only event will focus on seductive platters to draw you in, get you up close and personal; finger-licking foods your hands can revel in, your teeth can tear apart, your tongue can roll around; outrageous food you can lick, sniff, and feast on with all the senses. In other words, this is a night of food to get you in the mood and delight (and, perhaps, disorient) the senses.

Critically acclaimed chef Robert Owen Brown, will present a provocative and salaciously sexy array of treats, the likes of which have never been served in a restaurant before. Shakti Tantra’s founders Hilly Spenceley and Sue Newsome will, together with their experienced team of assistants, be on hand to guide diners through the evening’s relaxed, laughter-filled, and deliciously playful proceedings with the opportunity for Q&A (Q&A will be anonymous: write your sex-, Tantra- and/or intimacy-related questions down beforehand to be placed in a bowl and answered on the night, time pending).

Priced just £40 each, tickets for this event are strictly limited. After a luscious libation on arrival, guests will be encouraged to adopt a hands-on and, in some cases, blindfolded approach to a sensual selection of taster dishes. So if you’ve ever been intrigued by the idea of Tantra and would like a taster (quite literally in this case), think of this as a toe-dipping introduction to a more juicy, joyous, and blissful life.

A £10 non-refundable deposit is required to secure your place. Book in person at The Mark Addy, Stanley St, Salford, Manchester, M3 5EJ; call Denise or James on 0161 832 4080 (card payments accepted); or email info@markaddy.co.uk with SENSUAL EATING EVENT in the subject header.

Book now to avoid disappointment.

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Visit The Mark Addy at markaddy.co.uk or their Facebook page. Follow them on Twitter @TheMarkAddy.

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February 17, 2011

Lavender Barn Tea Room

My latest food-related article for Manchester Confidential.

Lavender Barn Tea Room


Jam on top and cream underneath? Or smeared straight on the scone with a slathering of cream on top?

For me, it has to be the latter with a bottomless pot of freshly-brewed tea. You can keep yer cupcakes and your mocha-choca lattes with frothy bits on: I want afternoon tea and I want it in a traditional tearoom.

What’s long bugged me about Manchester is the dearth of dedicated tearooms. Lord knows the number of times I’ve bewailed the lack of them in the city. We’ve chains of coffee shops on every other corner. And then there’s the ever-increasing onslaught of cupcake shops springing up throughout suburbia… which is why my move to the outermost fringes of civilisation (aka Flixton) has actually done me a favour.

After mourning the loss of easy, 24/7 access to the city centre and refusing to pay inordinately high taxi fares home after nights out, I turned my attention the other way towards the Cheshire countryside. It’s turned out to be quite the revelation. Walks along the Trans-Pennine trail and Bridgewater Canal have unearthed numerous cosy pubs; there’s Red House Farm with its perennially-chirpy chef and adjoining farm shop packed to the rafters with local delicacies; there’s Dunham Massey ice-cream parlour where hairy bikers stop for a cone of the buttery stuff whatever the weather; and then there’s the tearooms — Tatton Park, Dunham Massey, and my favourite, Lavender Barn Tea Room.

Tucked out of the way in Dunham Town, this place frequently provided me a cake haven while writing my book. Not least for the fact they don’t mind at all if you only buy one pot of tea and sit there the rest of the day without buying ‘owt else. Not least for the fact their speciality lavender-laced scones taste heavenly with aforementioned jam and lashings of cream. Not least for the groups of muscle-thighed, spandex-attired cyclists who stop off en route for tea and wedges of delicious homemade carrot cake.

Ah yes, cake. Not the cup-bound ones, mind you. Apparently, they can’t sell the things. They tried, but no-one was interested. Country tearoom for country kin, this. None of that fancy-schmancy gubbins townsfolk indulge in. We’re talking traditional homemade cakes as deep as the Grand Canyon and as wide as, well, my bottom if I continue indulging in them.

And don’t even get me started on their home-grown, home-made lavender and honey marmalade which a neighbour switched me onto as a hay-fever remedy. I’ve no idea whether it works but it’s as good excuse as any for stocking up on it. In fact, all their lavender-based products are lush, particularly their hand-cream. You can also buy organically-grown lavender plants to take home.

I love this place for its ramshackled charm, its shabby chic, its laid-back farmhouse vibe. It sells pretty little things that bring out the girly-girl in me and has me cooing over things I’d never otherwise look at including bespoke, vintage painted furniture and twee ornaments. It serves its generously-portioned sandwiches and cakes on crockery that never fails to make me go “Aww…” In the summer, you can sit outside, spread your wares out on a picnic blanket, and revel in the scenery while the smell of lavender from the adjacent field washes over you. This, dear reader, is how all tearooms should be.

If you have children you may like to know they have ‘pony parties’ where wee ones get the opportunity to pet, brush, feed, and ride the ponies. Resplendent in lavender pink coats and accessories Katie Price would be proud of, together with the tearoom, it must rate up there as one of the most delightful venues in which to hold a kid’s party. Sure beats being led along Morecambe promenade on a tired-looking donkey in a sheet of rain, such were the joys of birthday parties past.

Actually, never mind the kids — I’m wondering if they’d let me have my birthday party there this year, seeing as it’s in the middle of June. Hire one of them there fancy yurts, glamp out in the field overnight, argue whether the correct pronunciation’s ‘scon’ or ‘scone’. Now there’s an idea…

Cost of Cream Tea (pot of tea/coffee and a scone with jam and cream) – £2.50

Address: Lavender Barn Tea Room, Dog Farm, School Lane, Dunham Massey, WA14 4TR. Tel: 0161 928 5377 Open: Tuesday – Friday, 10am – 4pm. Saturday and Sundays, 10am – 5pm. Also open Bank Holidays. For further details on Pony Parties call Amy on 07876 597 672.

February 15, 2011

Let There Be Light

Here’s my latest feature on Manchester Confidential about spiritual teacher, Marianne Williamson’s upcoming event, An Awesome Power, in Manchester.

Let There Be Light

Thea Euryphaessa gets tongue tied with one of the world’s foremost spiritual teachers


“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

I recently had the privilege of interviewing the author of the above famous quote; no, not Nelson Mandela as it’s often misattributed, but internationally acclaimed lecturer, spiritual activist and bestselling author, Marianne Williamson.

Before I continue, however, I have a somewhat embarrassing confession to make: for someone who rarely, if ever, gets star-struck, on this occasion I had eyes the size of supernovae and a gormless mouth more befitting of a black hole. You see, Marianne Williamson is, in my humble opinion, one of the most gifted orators at work today. And if there’s one skill I admire immensely when done well, it’s public speaking.

Few can command the stage as confidently and engagingly the way, say, Barack Obama can. Which is why, when I found out Marianne was coming to Manchester on 20 March for an afternoon-long seminar, I grabbed the opportunity to chat with her. When my allotted time rolled around, I was reduced to a jabbering wreck scribbling nonsensical gobbledegook in my pad which later made no sense to me whatsoever.

Marianne, however, was utterly charming, down-to-earth and, much to my relief, as chatty as me. In fact, once we got going we were like a couple of gasbagging teenagers. As a speaker and teacher of psycho-spiritual issues myself, it was particularly inspiring for me to learn Marianne studied, A Course in Miracles, every single day for five years before she even began giving talks on it. It was another five years before she wrote, A Return to Love, which caught Oprah’s attention, shot to the top of the New York Times bestseller list, and catapulted her onto an international stage. The rest, as they say, is history.

To be clear, A Course in Miracles, is not a religious dogma or doctrine; rather, it’s a 365 day self-study curriculum of psycho-spiritual themes to help aid and encourage personal transformation. As far as I’m concerned it doesn’t matter whether you study the Tao Te Ching, the Bhagavad Gita or Jungian psychology — if you move deeply enough into any teaching you’ll soon realise they’re all saying the same thing, albeit with different cultural inflections. Problems only arise when folk confuse the connotation with the denotation; in other words, when they literalise and concretise what it is ultimately symbolic and beyond description.

So don’t let Marianne’s use of the word ‘God’ in the above-quoted paragraph, put you off. Although it took me a long time to reconcile myself to use of the word, I eventually understood it as the quickest, most convenient way to describe the transcendent/divine/deep Self or Nature as my African ancestors called it. I (and I think I also speak for Marianne when I say this) do not believe God to be a bloke complete with beard sat on a throne in the clouds, meting out rewards and punishments, lording it over all and sundry.

Which is why I recommend that, regardless of your beliefs (or not), you take the opportunity to see Marianne when she comes to Manchester Central on this all-too-rare occasion and hear her speak in what promises to be one of the most inspiring and thoughtful events of the year.

Marianne Williamson will be at the Manchester Conference Centre on Sunday 20 March, 12:00 – 5:30pm. Tickets for the event are priced at £55 and are available from mindbodyspirit.co.uk.

Marianne’s latest book, A Course in Weight Loss, is out now and available to buy on Amazon.

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Thea is author of the inspiring memoir Running into Myself. Buy a copy from Amazon UK, Amazon US or, better yet, order a limited edition signed copy direct from her publisher here (also ships worldwide).

Thea’s personal journey is utterly compelling. I couldn’t put her book down. Thea manages to make Greek mythology not only understandable, interesting, and relevant to our lives today, but shows how it can be utilised as a tool for self development. She introduces ideas and ways of thinking that broaden your mind, and lights the way for others to follow.”

January 25, 2011

And stretch and yawn…

My latest article for Manchester Confidential:

Thea Euryphaessa indulges in a Yin yoga session at the new YogaPilates studio, Chorlton (Mcr, UK)


I didn’t take up yoga until three years ago when a knee injury sustained during a marathon brought me to a grinding halt. Stubborn bugger that I am, I limped the remaining thirteen miles to the finish line like Hopalong Cassidy. Paid for it afterwards, though.

Any runner who’s ever had the displeasure of feeling their IT (illiotibial) band inflict untold excruciating torment upon their knee during every single step will have felt Eddie Izzard’s pain when he regularly had his IT band ‘stripped’ during his epic Sport Relief marathoning endeavour. How he continued, I’ll never know. My injury, however, drove me first into the arms of a myofascial release therapist and, soon after, into my first Pilates class.

Pilates must be one of the most subtle, stealth-like ways of achieving tone and strength I’ve ever encountered. After just one class, I stepped out onto the street, shoulders back, feeling several inches taller. Since taking it up, several strangers (I kid you not) have approached me to comment on my apparently excellent posture. It’s also a phenomenal way of increasing core strength for endurance events such as the marathon, helping drastically reduce fatigue across the back and shoulders, post-race. But it was my instructor who, on learning about my IT band issues, recommended I try Yin yoga as it works deep into the myofascia.

Myofascia (also known as the connective tissue) holds the muscles in place, much like how the pith of an orange holds the segments in place beneath the outer flesh. Until this point, I’d been reticent to try yoga. I had enough on my plate recovering from an injury and training for another marathon without contorting myself at speed in a heated room à la Bikram yoga. Running’s hard enough as it is. But much to my surprise, like Pilates, Yin yoga was another revelation.

I like to call Yin yoga, yoga for lazy so-and-so’s, although I’m not sure my instructor would necessarily agree or be best pleased with that description. In my opinion, Yin yoga is perhaps the most deliciously indolent style of yoga available but, paradoxically, one of the most challenging too. How so?

Well, in Taoist philosophy ‘yang’ is the hot, hard, fast, dynamic principle; whereas ‘yin’ is its complementary counterpart, typically characterised by cool, yielding, slow, soft qualities. So, in Yin yoga, rather than quickly moving from position to position in a state verging on the manic (which is how Ashtanga yoga felt to me), each position is held for several minutes – several very long, very challenging minutes. Several of the poses were developed and practised by sages to help them strengthen the body so they could sit for long periods of time in meditation. In fact, it’s said that Yin yoga involves some of the most ancient asanas around.

If you’re the type who spends every day rushing, flapping, always ‘doing,’ Yin yoga is the perfect antidote as it simply allows you to ‘be.’ For some, however, therein lies the problem: this simply ‘being’ malarkey can cause a fair few folk to get twitchy. With little else to distract and the gradual lengthening and deep stretching Yin yoga involves, there are those who find it difficult to fully surrender to each pose and hold it for the allocated time. But for lazy buggers such as me, it’s the perfect way to completely switch off, unwind and allow my body to do its own thing, in its own time.

I struck gold with my Yin yoga instructor, Mathew Godebski. Grounded and straight-talking, there’s nothing unnecessarily esoteric about the way he teaches, which is just how I like it. He also prescribed a specific set of poses for me to complement my running practice and help alleviate my IT band injury which, I’m pleased to report, has now fully healed.

If you’re interested in trying Yin yoga, Mathew’s new YogaPilates studio can be found at Unit 14, Albany Road Trading Estate, Albany Road, Chorlton, M21 0AZ. Yin yoga classes take place every Wednesday evening between 7.30pm – 9.00pm. For further details, visit his website at yogapilates.co.uk

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Buy a signed, limited edition copy of Thea’s inspiring book here.

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