Tis the season of the pretox. Or at least we thought we'd give it a go this year.

Of course, if you, like we, struggle even sticking to your recommended five fruit and veg this could be a problem - and screwdrivers don't count.

Help, though, is at hand in the sweaty environs of the Ironmonger Row Turkish Baths, off Old Street. Simply spending a few hours here louching between the plunge pools, steam room and dry heat room will actively expel toxins from your body and prep you for a month of partying.

Apart from anything, this is a godsend for man, since even most metros draw the line at pumping themselves full of wheatgrass, Donq Quai Root, and what ever else Gillain McKeith happened to find under the nearest stone, just to avoid a hangover.