How Deep Is Your Heat?

Waking up with a bad back is an occupational hazard for quadragenarians. They say life begins at forty but 'they' actually mean 'backache' not 'life'. An uncomfortable trip to the chemist was in order this morning. 

'They' recommended Deep Heat. I laughed. Deep Heat! An erotic horror movie of the 80s. Deep Heat! Right Guard for invalids. Deep Heat! Conjuring up the aroma of football changing rooms pre half-time oranges. 

Indeed, I hadn't used Deep Heat since 1984 when Mr Baker ordered me to put some on my metatarsal before a 1-1 draw with St.Chads. A disgraceful result seeing we had beaten them 12 - 0 the year before.

Anyhow, after my initial derision, I ended up buying it and, blow me down sideways, it worked! It smelt like vampire mouthwash but it worked. Can't wait now until I'm 50 and it's time to get the Ralgex out.