Hello everyone. New member from the Scottish Borders

Greetings
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simmo3801 said:
Hi all!

I've been reading this and a few other forums for about a week now, researching what products I needed. I've used a brush and cream / soap for about 20 years now but never with a DE razor. To be honest I had become fed up with the price of Gilette cartridges and had been using cheaper supermarket ones. This probably explains why I had razor rash. I had tried one pass WTG then relathering and trying a second pass ATG which generally felt like I was ripping my face off. The following day my neck would be bright red and covered in welts for a few days which meant that I couldn't shave it! I thereafter resigned myself to one pass WTG which didn't usually result in a particularily smooth finish.

Having researched this and other sites I took the plunge and bought an Edwin Jagger D89 in smooth chrome. It arrived this morning and is absolutely a thing of beauty! Using a newly acquired Palmolive stick I lathered up with my Men U synthetic brush (soon to be changed for a natural Vulfix 404 mix) and would have to say that the first pass WTG was a tad disappointing. However the second pass XTG was without doubt the closest shave I have had in memory! I didn't risk ATG just yet until I see how my face is tomorrow. Unfortunately I only have RSC balm to apply at the moment (usual £1 bargain bin) but have ordered some witch hazel odourless aftershave as my wife has very sensitive sinuses.

I would just like to say thank you to everyone on here for all the advice that has been posted which helped me to make my choices thus far!

Simmo
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A very warm welcome to you Simmo! :)

spandex..
 
simmo3801 said:
... we're expecting our first baby ...
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Simmo,

YOU need to prepare now for the emergency C-section (your good lady doesn't, they give her Class A drugs to blot it all out)... all of this takes place in temperatures of at least 90°F, so wear appropriate attire for the prevailing conditions.

All progressing nicely, suddenly the midwife starts looking concerned, calls consultant... the bed in the delivery room is detached from the wall and they're off up the corridor at a jog with the anaesthetist asking SWMBO questions and contingent on the answers pumping drugs into her from a bandolier arrangement over her (the anaesthetists) shoulder. If you're lucky someone then pops their head around the door and tells you to get your arse in gear. This all happens in about 30 seconds.

You zip off up the corridor at a sprint to catch up the other party with the bed and get ushered into the room where there are lots of gowns & over trousers and overshoes that don't fit anybody, so you struggle into the least-worst fitting set and wait to get ushered into the operating theatre. This part seems to take around 3 days, this is where you pace up and down panicking that they've forgotten you.

Optionally at this point your SWMBO will start to slip in some comic lines - mine for instance said to the theatre sister (a bearded Northumbrian chap called Dave) "I think I might be pregnant". Dave reassured her "aye pet, but not for long". She then asked "any chance of some liposuction while you're on?"... "Pet, there's nee lipo to suction"

DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES GO TO THE GOAL END OR LOOK OVER THE SCREEN - if you want to, get training by attending car crashes and hanging around the abattoir - there looks like there's a zillion gallons of blood and it all belongs to your SWMBO.

Eventually after much snipping, pinging & comedy one-liners from your SWMBO there's a squeal and your offspring is hatched. If you're really lucky you get to hold them first and you can have this over SWMBO forever in arguments ("I carried him in my belly for 9 months" "yes, but I held him first"). Now it all starts to wind down. You're ejected, baby is tagged, weighed, measured, prodded etc. and they get on and rebuild your SWMBO.

What seems like a week later they bring her back to the room you started in and she looks rather ill and they start battering fluid in to her to replace the blood on the OR floor... then the nursing Gestapo arrive and tell you you need to leave. As I left the the hospital at 0315 I was sold 24 bottles of continental lager in suspiciously French packaging and the clamp they'd popped on the car magically disappeared.

At this point you must now call both sets of grandparents - if you don't, they will be on your case for months. Probably best to call hers first, but make sure you have all the details to hand in imperial units - they have no idea what 3.175kg is... time to the nearest minute is sufficient though.
 
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Thanks Hunnymonster. I've had plenty of training for the goal end but think I'll resign myself to hand holding and brow mopping at the noisy end!
 
I'm still getting over it and it was nearly 8 years ago :?

A few years before that I was a stand in birth partner for a good friend... her hubby was working away and I was the appointed deputy for her to scream and bawl at. She was holding my thumb and pulled it out of the joint during a contraction... at this point the staff were trying to bundle me off to A&E, I borrowed the entonox, popped the thumb back in (staff were agog) and resumed my position until relief arrived.

Moral: Watch how SWMBO holds your hand (or indeed any other part of your anatomy that lends itself to being held) in such circumstances.
 
It's 36 years today since at 3.00am in a Huntingdon hospital I saw my third daughter arrive. I did once say in response to the question "What was the happiest moment of your life" that it was the final whistle at Wembley on 30 July 1966.

Perhaps it was, until 3.00am 18 June 1974.

All the best Simmo.
 
hunnymonster said:
I'm still getting over it and it was nearly 8 years ago :?

A few years before that I was a stand in birth partner for a good friend... her hubby was working away and I was the appointed deputy for her to scream and bawl at. She was holding my thumb and pulled it out of the joint during a contraction... at this point the staff were trying to bundle me off to A&E, I borrowed the entonox, popped the thumb back in (staff were agog) and resumed my position until relief arrived.

Moral: Watch how SWMBO holds your hand (or indeed any other part of your anatomy that lends itself to being held) in such circumstances.
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My wife gripped me hard and dug her nails in. It hurt!






And that was just the conception.
 
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