- Joined
- Saturday January 2, 2016
- Location
- Liverpool
Ahem. Ladies, gentlemen, the indeterminates and the odd dog or two apparently. I welcome you all man, woman and beast to my shave from last night (because I'm rubbish) themed, 'Construction, deconstruction, selection and complete bodge ups'
Constructively deconstructive - Occams Enoch
Selectively deconstructive - Schick Proline
Constructively selective - Highlander LFC
De's, cons and ivlies - Signature Londinium
Se's, lects and ies - Collagen
Deconstructperfumeselectme - Bath House Cuban Cedar and Lime
'Cardboard?'
Construction workers. Who'd want them?
The Enoch. Who'd want one?
Pathetically engineered by someone who failed their SATS exam in problem solving. Manufactured in a shed, and a very old one with a leaky roof at that. Uses medieval technology as a method to hold the blade in place. And probably used as a method of torture by the same medieval folk in forcing the imprisoned put it all together. To which the tortured would confess to anything once they realised how many digits were being lost in the process. Except on those occasions the blade fell out.
The big but.
What a stockingly superb piece of shaving brilliance. Smooth, accurate and capable of stunning finishes. It also happens to be incredibly quick, but that is more through wanting to shave rapidly before the whole thing falls apart.
On this occasion with a new Schick in place this was one of those God shaves. Helped along with a God soap and a brush which had better be curse free tonight.
Massive grin value and very happy bunnyism.
One of those razors though which says 'I don't want to die alone'. Neither do the Beaver apparently....
Constructively deconstructive - Occams Enoch
Selectively deconstructive - Schick Proline
Constructively selective - Highlander LFC
De's, cons and ivlies - Signature Londinium
Se's, lects and ies - Collagen
Deconstructperfumeselectme - Bath House Cuban Cedar and Lime
'Cardboard?'
Construction workers. Who'd want them?
The Enoch. Who'd want one?
Pathetically engineered by someone who failed their SATS exam in problem solving. Manufactured in a shed, and a very old one with a leaky roof at that. Uses medieval technology as a method to hold the blade in place. And probably used as a method of torture by the same medieval folk in forcing the imprisoned put it all together. To which the tortured would confess to anything once they realised how many digits were being lost in the process. Except on those occasions the blade fell out.
The big but.
What a stockingly superb piece of shaving brilliance. Smooth, accurate and capable of stunning finishes. It also happens to be incredibly quick, but that is more through wanting to shave rapidly before the whole thing falls apart.
On this occasion with a new Schick in place this was one of those God shaves. Helped along with a God soap and a brush which had better be curse free tonight.
Massive grin value and very happy bunnyism.
One of those razors though which says 'I don't want to die alone'. Neither do the Beaver apparently....