On Monday night, I found myself in a meditative ‘sound bath’, lying on my back in an oversized Pokémon-themed hoodie, and surrounded by journalists and influencers.
At one end of the room, someone banged a series of gongs in a manner that made my eardrums vibrate – he described himself as a “sound bath guru” – at the other, dim strains of Blur’s Parklife filtered through from the hotel’s restaurant. Ten minutes in, somebody started snoring.
