In addition to the table dance, good to hear your Father's op has gone wellA new toy shave with the theme 'I am the Commander'
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The boss - Occams HIRAM Commander
Slightly lesser boss - Feather Super Professional
Big bully brush boss - Steven Jagger 30mm Cashmere
Boss of creaming - Murdock's Avalon
Boss of Bouquet duties - Atelier Orange Sanguine
As crass as it comes I just had to throw in this clip from the movie 'Jay and Silent Bob strike back'. A wonderful exercise on how to write a script for a film of 40 minutes and make it last one and half hours by putting every other word as an expletive. Apologies if it offends in any way.
Feeling much better this day as the word from father's operation is all positive, so why not throw in the usual drivel?
In my search for the 'Zen and the art of facial maintenance' this Occams Commander was found lurking around in the BST section and temptation got the better of the devil. So what is new? Many thanks to @N_Architect it arrived very promptly from Greece and in absolutely superb condition.
Firstly this thing is huge and I mean physically huge in all respects. It is not that far from being a plough attachment to be towed by tractors used by garden gnomes. These little folk once again make a mention in my SOTD. I like gnomes.
Secondly in the tradition of Occam's locating and securing the blade is an absolute farce. I thought I'd met the worse of what is essentially a simple task in the Enoch with it's finger tip removing design and then this appeared. I never thought I'd see a shave where I needed to reach for a jewellers posidrive just to load the blade. But Occam's being Occam's. On a plus point the blade is actually very firmly held in place despite it being in an odd position and rather forward of the head itself. It is all quite the antitheist of the Colonial V2 with its 'small is simple' aspect. Which is quite the antitheist of myself, 'Big is simple'. Neither is all this a lightweight affair and having a gym subscription (although not much use in Liverpool at the moment) would be an advantage. But there is something substantial and purposeful about it. The handle is a similar design to the Cobra and it even sports the same logo on the end. Are they somehow connected?
It all adds up to being a razor which works by intimidating hair to fall out and if that doesn't work then nothing which brute force couldn't knock the shit out of.
Lathered up (did I ever mention how damn good this Murdock's stuff is?) (It is) and face lathered using the monster Cashmere. A brush made for big hands and a big head. In this case, me on both accounts. Jolly well done though chaps, jolly well done, and a damn good showing.
And in to action with the oversized Commander. Is it really that big? In passing I once saw a 'splash mat' in the bottom of a urinal with the immortal words 'objects in your hand may be smaller than you think'. I digress. Given its rather large presence this lump of stainless is actually more agile than I thought it might be. Damn it, even the angle is easy to find. I don't think it is as accurate as a few other razors I have and under the nose requires a bit more faith.....and practice. Time will deliver. What it does achieve wonderfully is one very secure and collateral free shave. It simply delivers in an effortless smooth manner and I find it to be a razor which you would have to stretch a point to do any damage. All this with one of the sharpest AC blades out there and the finish is quite sublime. It just doesn't miss a trick, or bristle. A razor which brings out the best in a blade and simply lets the sharp end do its job without adding anything in to the mix.
The only thing different to my other razors is that I just can't be bothered my ass to take it apart and clean it afterwards. It would involve having to go down the cellar, find the smallest screw removing tool I can find, unscrew the retaining screws (possibly losing them at the same time), remove blade, clean, screw back together, go back down the cellar, pack the weeny screwdriver back in place and return the razor to the shaving hardware shelf. I'd have given in on life itself by this point. Wash pack away, as simple as that.
At the end of the day though it has given one of those memorable shaves which delights and leads to cheek stroking. That strange male routine which follows having a very close and pleasing shave. Not to be mistaken with the other male stroking routine which involves objects insinuated on certain 'splash mats'. Anyway so smooth that my wife has promised me a table dance
Not quite what I expected
But what you can expect is some Japanese ladies to sing you out