correct. it was the balmy summer of 1981, yours truly was 14.5 and i was told (at air cadets), i could do with a shave.
my dad did offer some sage advice, but of course i knew better, so i set to work with a face full of foam and a bic disposable (single blade, white plastic with yellow blade cover -
probably now banned by the geneva convention for crimes against humanity).
at this point my dad sensing what was about to happen, went in the general direction of - away.
things went ok-ish, up to the point where my testosterone fuelled self confidence was unleashed and i attempted the 'jaw corner to chin swoop' - as seen on every shaving advert (usually carried out by a guy with a chin like a wardrobe, with no stubble at all (so why was he shaving in the first place?) and lets face it - no sodding blade!!)
well, not so much a nick, nor indeed could it have been classed as a weeper, what it was, was a 1.5" wide and about 4" long removal of the dermis. didn't hurt of course - god bless shock!
fortunately my dad had the solution on hand - OLD SPICE!
the rest as they say is history, actually he bought me a philishave that weekend
sorry if that went on a bit, i am prevaricating as i now have to clean the bathroom as we have visitors staying the night
![Frown :( :(](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)