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So I set to pondering the possible genesis of my - of late - under-par shaves (niks, irritation and wotnot) and, in a moment of unguarded zeal, decided to ditch the Derby for a pristine Gillette Blue (the only other blade in my bag of tricks). To my addled delight (I had to immediately go to sluicing my colostomy bags such was the immediacy of effect) I got a shave of exquisite precision, much redolent of the time I depilated Miss. Crowther on the heath at Bogden with my Khukuri and, to the satisfaction of my long-suffering wife who had resigned herself to my perennial droop, I am humbled to report that 'twas accompanied with almost the same degree of tumescence. And so gentlemen, I must express my gratitude to you for your most perspicacious intervention, for indeed it is due to the barbed criticism levelled at my infidel Turks that I fortuitously arrived at this happy turnabout of affairs, in both my genital and facial toilet health. WTF am I smoking? I don't know but it was a cracking shave!! Tally ho!