Book me: email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and write “Mandy/Liverpool” in the subject line
I have been a Self Employed Remedial Massage Therapist since 2011 and have managed to build a sustainable career. Highlights have included touring with Riverdance and working with Sesame Street Workshop, massaging the Puppeteers behind Elmo and the Cookie Monster! I regularly work on BBC Productions as well as working at an array of UK Festivals in the Summer.
I have always been intrigued by the Body, Mind connection and after studying Psychotherapy, I do believe emotions can get trapped in the body and can even cause illness. I believe massage not only helps you maintain the body and release muscle tension, but it also helps release emotions and calms you. I see massage as a very therapeutic process.
My skills include Deep Tissue work, Trigger Points, Reflexology and Acupressure.
Book me: email@example.com and write: "Kirstie/Liverpool" in subject line 🙂
My name is Kirstie and I have been professionally qualified since 1999, I currently offer a wide range of therapeutic treatments: Acupressure, Aromatherapy, Bach Flower Remedies, Equine Sports Massage, Indian Head Massage, Hot Stone Therapy, Pregnancy massage with Shiatsu techniques, Reiki Master, Reiki for Animals, Remedial (Deep tissue) Massage, Swedish massage and The Metamorphic Technique.
Over the last 12 years my career includes managing my own holistic therapy studio; mobile corporate massage including Halifax plc; working with riders and horses at international equestrian competitions.
Currently I work part time as a Holistic Massage Therapist and help rehabilitate rescue horses for a local sanctuary.
Ok a little bit about the horses
Horses aren’t polite they are reactionary if they are in pain they will bite, kick… well you get the idea… I have learnt more about muscles than any text book can give me; but that is down to experience. When you provide a person with that much needed nights sleep… it all comes back to this: ‘Therapy through touch’ so true.
Please contact the Dr. Dot team now to make a booking.
Please email me at: firstname.lastname@example.org and put "Sharon/Liverpool" in the subject line 🙂
Hi, my name is Sharon, I am Dr. Dot's massage assistant based in Liverpool and Manchester.
I'm currently self employed, experienced in Swedish and Deep Tissue Therapeutic Massage, in which I am dedicated in giving clients amazing massages. Nothing compares to the feeling I get when I'm performing massage, and getting positive results.
Massage and music are my greatest passions in life, therefore I am so excited to be part of Dr. Dot's team as I think she is a genius in everything she has achieved and I feel so proud to be part of her name.
Whenever you are in Liverpool, Preston or Manchester and in need of a massage contact Dr. Dot, I'm available 24/7.
Book me at email@example.com and put "Carla/Liverpool" in the subject line please
Hi, my name is Carla; I live just outside Liverpool in the UK.
I trained as a sports massage therapist and then went on to qualify as BSc Sports Therapist. At the moment I work as a Rehabilitation Specialist in Liverpool.
As a sports therapist over the last couple of years I have had the fortune to massage fantastic sports teams in rugby, football, athletics and basketball. Sports massage can go as light or as deep as you require into the muscles and can have unbelievable results. It is a great feeling when you have completed your treatment and the client reports a huge difference!
I came across Dr Dots work on the internet and was pleased to be invited on her ever expanding team. I look forward to seeing you in my local areas of Liverpool, Manchester and Preston.
Book me at firstname.lastname@example.org and put "Dr. Andy/Manchester" in the subject line please 🙂
Hi, I’m Dr. Andy. I’m a chiropractor based in North England.
I have a real passion for my job and a love of live music, so when Dr. Dot asked me to be the first Chiropractor in the UK to join her team, combining the two, I jumped at the chance.
I have a first class degree in chiropractic and I work with chiropractic adjustments, massage, rehabilitative exercise and medical acupuncture to tailor treatment to your needs. The combination of these treatments can really help to relieve the aches, tension and stress associated with traveling and performing – getting results fast!
Whether you are in pain or are looking to improve your general well-being I am dedicated to helping you get the best results. I love the buzz of being backstage at live music and sporting events helping to get your body tuned up so you can be at your best.
I’m based in Stoke-on-Trent, England which is equidistant from Manchester, Birmingham, Liverpool and Nottingham. So if you need an adjustment or two whilst you and your crew are on tour I can be flexible in coming to you.
I am thrilled to be a part of Dr. Dot’s team and look forward to helping you!
Been all around the UK and my favorite place hands down is Liverpool. This is the 3rd time I visited Liverpool and as they say, third time's a charm. MUCH friendlier than Manchester and London. LOVES IT!!!!!
Here are some pics I have taken so far. I will complete the blog when I have time (made MANY videos too, so I have to edit them etc still)
Me at Albert Docks, enjoying the sun
View from my hotel room (fucking FREEZING here)
I feel like I belong here. I feel at 'home' here. I wish I could live here in Liverpool. Seriously.
Beatles EVERYWHERE, loves it!
The Mona Lennon. Cost 150 pounds and it would never fit in my luggage, so I pic will have to do. I spent LOADS in the Beatles shops.
Out with local friends at karaoke
My good friend Jamie on the left, me and his twin brother Eddy out to karaoke at the famous Grapes Pub where the Beatles used to hang out back in the Cavern days (there was no backstage at the Cavern and so the bands hung out at the Grapes until it was their turn to play). Mathew Street.
Jamie drunk as FUCK singing "I drove all night". It was so BAD that it was good. haha
The Blonde (Michelle) is Jamie's girlfriend and the Brunette (Leah) is Eddy's girl. They were singing Dolly Parton's 9 to 5. Went over well, but my ears are craving rock and ROLL
Another mate named Jamie's Led Zepp tattoo. Mad cool innit?
I have had more fun in Liverpool in a few days than I have had in a year in Berlin. The people are SO FRIENDLY and the place is clean. Not expensive either and there is no thug/violent atmosphere going on as rumor has it. I hear so often from Mancunians how horrible Liverpool is and you know what? It's not true. I didn't like Manchester at all. I felt scared there, saw MANY fights, it was dirty as fuck and super expensive. I am a Liverpool fan, in every sense of the word.
As I said, I will add onto this later. I will list the best places to sing for the karaoke freaks, but to be honest, you can't swing a cat without finding a pub that has karaoke on. It seems EVERY place has it, aaaah, I am in love with this place.
Just returned from the Fab Four Beatles Taxi Tour (cost 50 pounds per taxi and you can bring up to 5 people in it but I went with one friend)
It's really cool, they come and get you where ever you are in Liverpool and then they bring you to all the Beatles sights. I made lots of videos, but it will take a while before I can edit the film, as I STILL can't do it on my MAC, so I have to wait to get back to Berlin to do it on my PC. UGH.
Still NOT bored with Liverpool. It does exhaust me being a tourist, as I am used to having down time but I love it here. Everyone is SO friendly and ready for a laugh. I heard many times, mostly from Londoners and Mancs, that the "Scousers are thieving cunts" but so far NO ONE has even looked at me funny, so I think that is just an ugly rumor. I like it here and no one can change my mind. NATURALLY I have found things I don't like but these are things that happen all over the UK (everything shuts early, no one wears a fucking coat outside even thought it is FREEZING!!) and people drink WAY too much. Oh, and it is hard to find a healthy restaurant. BUT other than that, I love it and would move here tomorrow if I could.
My hilarious friend Jamie ^ and I at Strawberry Fields. He is a native Liverpudlian but has never been on a Beatles tour until now
"Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes"
My pal Jamie, a native of Liverpool and I did the Beatles tour together. It was bloody FREEZING, but fun. This is the 2nd time I did the tour (last time was 1988 with an older lady named Hilary who still does the tour in a mini bus)
Roundabout at Penny Lane…
"Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray And though she feels as if she's in a play She is anyway"
"In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs Of every head he's had the pleasure to know And all the people that come and go Stop and say hello"
Wolton Graveyard, where Eleanor Rigby is burried+ Beatles old hang out ^
"Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice In the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face That she keeps in a jar by the door Who is it for?
All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong?"
George Harrisons childhood home, Arnold Grove ^
John Lennon's childhood house on Menlove Ave, Liverpool ^
Birth place of John Lennon: Oxford Hospital, Liverpool ^
Liverpool Registry Office ^ (John Lennon married Cynthia there and John's parents wed there too)
Paul McCartney's childhood home ^ (the 7th home the family lived in). They stayed here the longest.
Where the Beatles used to rehearse/play
Smelt like they haven't aired it out since 1960 and all
Got coaxed into coming into a 70's themed disco called Flares ^ I did dance my ass off when they started playing Michael Jackson and the Jackson 5 too. LOVED IT. Kinda caught a cold after leaving disco as I was rather sweaty from dancing and it froze right onto my body when I left the club. DOH!
I'm not kidding, girls/ladies/women dress in costume on normal nights, in normal bars. It is NOT Halloween or some sort of Costume party, they just dress up like this for the hell of it. I have been to a few clubs and many pubs (for karaoke) since I have been in Liverpool and I can't believe how people dress up. Guys/boys/men dressed up as a robot or super man, just out dancing like that or in this case above, just out to the pub.
MANY females in Liverpool over do it with tanning beds. They look orange. And they really really dress to impress. High heels EVERYWHERE, all the time. I love it that smoking is NOT allowed inside and unlike the stubborn Germans, they really obey and smoke outside! It's great.
I went to Smokey Mos ^ , they have karaoke on Saturday night, sound is GREAT, huge song list, short waiting time. It's kind rough looking but everyone is really friendly.
My favorite place to sing in Liverpool so far is The Crocodile. They have karaoke almost every night. Great sound, BIG song list but rather long wait.
Did not see ONE bicycle in Liverpool. I heard there never is any either. No rollerbladers either, even in summer (that would change if I moved here innit 🙂
I met SO many special people here, some old friends, some new. I love this place and would love to move here.
The main reason I went to Liverpool was to massages long time, loyal clients, Nickelback. They were in town Jan 16th for production day and the show was Jan 17th at the Echo Arena.
Mike, Nickelback bassist, LOVES the Dr. Dot team's massages. And we love him 🙂
Opening act Daughtry's bassist was super cool. I massaged the singer "Daughtry" himself as well, but he doesn't pose for pictures. Sorry.
My mate Julie and I bought tickets to go see Liverpool play Hertha here in Berlin at the Olympia Stadium. Last time I was there was a couple summers ago to see the Stones. I actually saw Liverpool FC play there before, think it was August 1993. So fun to watch them play. They are amazing. AND The Beatles come from Liverpool, so naturally I am going to support them. Their color is RED, so my gal pal and I wore red.
Tickets were only 25 euros ($35?), which is pretty fair. This was just a "friendly" match, nothing big at risk. Everyone was super relaxed (read:drunk) and having a great time.
Olympia Stadium, Berlin (not taken day of game fyi)
Our seats weren't that great, or even next to each other, but we managed to find an easy going security guard who went against the strict German rules and let us in a section that wasn't *gasp* the one on our ticket. We wanted to sit with Liverpool supporters (where the most red shirts were). As I said in my video, above, we soon found out, that just because they were wearing red and supporting Liverpool, doesn't mean they are FROM Liverpool, or even the UK. There were all East Germans, yes, I know, there is no more "East or West" officially, but mentally, it's still here. The "Ossi's hate the Wessi's" etc.. Anyways, the East Germans HATE Hertha (Berlin's Football club) so much because they are "West" that they would rather support the "Inselaffen" as they call the Brits (the Island Apes, because the UK is an island, blah blah).
Lots of players falling down and lots of "ecken" (corners?) wtf does that mean? I admit, I don't know all the football lingo and all, but it's even worse trying to figure out the football lingo in another language. I can speak and read (and write) German, but these sport terms had me confused.
We did the wave a few times. I love that. We all sang the football songs, and Julie told me as I walked up to have a slash (piss) the guys were singing "Get your tits out" but I didn't even notice because I thought it was just another football chant and blocked it out. ha ha.
These lads sat two rows in front of us and asked us to pose for pictures like 10 times. They are from East Germany too.
Julies perky tits are a bit hidden here… I guess I squashed them. Sorry Julie. Word: Underwire Bra.
A sporty sausage fest.
Julie and I were asked by at least 50 guys to pose with them for a picture. So, why not ask them to take one of us? Julie was like "wot the FUCK Dot? Why are all these people asking us for pictures??". A couple of the German guys asked me if I was 'Dr. Dot' and one said he saw me on TV, one on Big Brother (I was in the BIg Brother container for one whole day a few years ago massaging all the peeps. You can see pics at www.puredrdot.com click on LINKS and see Big Brother banner). It was actually getting embarrassing as people were trying to watch the game and there was this massive hoopla around us, omfg. I am UNDER exaggerating. Seriously. Wish Julie would put her two cents it. She is a writer too, so perhaps she will blog too. The girls seated a few rows up from us were shooting daggers at us with there eyes. Hey, get yourself a red dress. Red is THE color apparently.
Julie and I took a taxi to the game to save time, but decided to take the S-Bahn (over ground train) towards home. It was so fucking packed outside the Olympia Stadium anyways, that no taxi would ever get through. So we plowed along with the hordes of football fans (some hooligans too) and squeezed onto the train. I usually never take public transport here (used to years ago) because you can basically walk anywhere in Berlin (keeps legs slim), rollerblade or walk. PLUS, Germans fucking STARE. I mean they REALLY do not know the difference between an innocent glance and an outright 5 minute long stare. No one has ever taught them that it's kinda rude. lol. I remember dating a massive brick layer from London named Kevin years ago, like hmmm, 1993, here in Berlin. He was a weight lifter and built like a brick shit house (normally not my type, but he loved Elvis, so that won him brownie points). Anyways, I remember my fling with Kevin didn't last long because every time we went somewhere in public, like a pub or the underground train, Germans would stare at us (I was doing Madonna dopple-gaenger shows (impersonations) for money because I could not speak German yet and so I had a short white wavy bob (like her Blonde Ambition tour cut) and super thin eyebrows and he looked like a fucking wrestler. Anyways, they would stare and he was so aggressive (he told me he took steroids to get bigger muscles ) he would SCREAM at all the Germans who looked at us, which of course, brought more attention to us, and then more aggression from him towards them. Omfg. Nightmare. Anyways, Germans stare and I was dressed in red, as you can see, and had the cleavage on at full force (hey, we only live once, let them breath. Someday they will shrivel up and rot, so for now, they are out).
The guys on the train heard Julie and I talking in English (we can both speak fluent German) so the lads didn't know we could understand them at all. The train was PACKED and they were making LOUD, obnoxious comments about her skirt, her tits, my tits, my dress, etc. We just smile to each other and kept on talking. After a few stops, some seats became available and she and I sat across from one another and the hooligans sat next to us (there were loads of them). The train got a bit quiet when they sat down next to us and they kept on talking about how they would LOVE to do this and that to us. They suddenly I turned to the loudest one and in perfect German, loud enough for everyone to hear, I asked "So what was that you said awhile ago about my tits?". His jaw hit the floor. They all turned bright red (guessing they were around 20 years old). The whole train, apart from them, was laughing their asses off. Snap.
I wasn't offended or pissed, I mean, if you dress that way, you have to expect some flack (got it every day in High School when I was dating Joey Ramone, but instead of Red, I was wearing PINK every day (hate pink now, would never wear it again). Most of the time, I wear sporty clothes, but sometimes I like to vamp it up. SO bring it on, I have a massive sense of humor and a sharp tongue. What was that one of my friends called me the other night "Tornado Tongue." hmmmm. heh heh.
Well, neither Julie nor I are BVG (Berliner public transportation) savvy, so we got off at the Hauptbahnhof (main train station) and were both so famished we would have eating the South end of a North bound skunk at that point. We scarfed down some amazing German bread (Germans make the BEST fucking bread I have ever had) and then headed over to Murry's Irish Pub (used to be the Emerald Isle). My mate Steve is the cook there (he is from Dublin and is engaged to a German lady). A lot of the English speaking community of Berlin hangs here at Murry's. Hey, if you feel like just speaking English, you hang out with fellow English speakers. So we do.
Great BOWIE shirt, no?
Sid and Nancy in Berlin? ^
This is "Beano" and he is from Ireland and reminds me of Sid Vicious . He sings with a punk band too. The blond girl (Anne) is his German pal. All of us English mother tongue folk all see each other about town, drink at the same places and basically all know each other. Most of us all get along.
Two English regulars (guy at far left if Graham) and Steve (did his hair blond recently) and Julie. Dam I wish I could remember everyone's names. Why can't people wear name tags? heh.
Steve and I ^ My neck looks like one of the Olsen twins in this pic. sigh.
Another blog, another morning that I am STILL up at 9am. Seriously thinking of going to Thailand for Christmas and New Years. Just a random thought. I need something new; always going to the same places. Just a tad afraid of the mosquitos(sp?), American haters (will I get kid naped and decapitated live on TV? Will a hurricane wash me away? What a pussy I am turning into lately.). If you have been to Thailand, tpell me, where did you go? Where is the best place to go? Not into lady boys and shopping. Clean beaches, good hotels and mostly, where one can feel safe. Yawn, off to bed.
Went to a soccer match last night (it's now 8:25 am and I am still up). Liverpool vs Hertha (Berlin's home team). The score was 0-0 so everyone went home happy; erm, drunk. I didn't drink anything as they only served beer and coke. Never drank a beer in my life, not gonna start now. I took many pictures and even made a video, but they will have to wait a few days to make it on here as I am swamped, as usual.
I found out the karaoke stripper is Swedish (karaoke bar owner Ron emailed me and told me). No wonder. Those folks LOVE to be naked. ha. The sun has made a brief appearance, so maybe we will finally get a taste of summer here. Not whining, mind you, I like it like this. If it's too hot, the men get too horny and people get cranky, or crankier I should say.
So glad Karadzic was found. Hope they fry his ass in the electric chair. All those people (over 8,000) he had killed. UGH!! Nightmare!! Anyways, the construction workers are already outside my window, making noise, so I have to try to get some sleep now. Tonight was lots of fun, will spill guts asap.