“You were a Cathar,” he tells me. “I remember you. You were burnt at the stake.” If Simon is right, I have aged well. The Cathars were around in the 12th century.
I have come to visit Simon as his reputation is spreading as a holistic healer with an ability to reverse (at best) or slow down (at worst) the ageing process. When you walk into his Marylebone office you are hit by a smell that is hard to define but is somewhere between incense and lemongrass room spray.
On some levels he is the kind of man my husband would call a quack or witch doctor, but he seems somehow too grounded to be either. He is nice looking, with a great aura (yep, I already picked up a bit of the lingo), trendily dressed in a black shirt, jeans and purple Converse trainers. My first question is how can he really reverse the ageing process.