Mark Hayes loses the plot after a free yoga class in LA

SO I’M IN Malibu, at a yoga studio, standing at the back of a crisp, clean, pure white room. White ceiling, white walls, white drapes and polished wooden floorboards. It feels like a dream sequence.
I’m surrounded by beautiful, tanned, toned, limber people — the really annoying kind you see on TV. About 20 women and one other guy. They all look so at ease and comfortable in their own skin. Alas, not I.