“Your body is trying to talk to you,” said the man sticking a needle in my scalp, “but you are too busy listening to the sixth form debating society in your brain to pay any attention to it.” He pushed another needle into my forehead, then moved down to that soft bit of flesh between my thumb and index finger, where he twisted in the thin piece of metal with surprising force. I winced at the needle and his observation, which could only have been more accurate if he had swapped out the sixth form