This evening's 19th century frolics was kindly donated by the theme 'June Airs by Bernie (Bernadette) Bronte'
Mr Brocklewurst - Rocnel SE-50
Miss Scratchard - 0.452783 of a Dorco Prime blade
Blanche Ingrain - Steven Jagger 30mm Cashmere
Adele Variations - MDC Rose
St. John Hairy Rivers - Czech and Speake C88
It is indeed June and the air is full of the scent of roses. However, not in my garden as I uprooted all the rose bushes last year in the great battle of the backyard. Oh my roses, my roses, how no more do your exquisite scents fill my air with your sweet and delicate taints. But the bathroom is a good second best and so an abundance of roses it was to be. And what a better place to start this evening's frivolities by the sink than the MDC Rose soap. A rose by no other name. Except Martin De Candre of course. Brought to loves light by the monster Cashmere brush with its swagger and swank enough to make any Rose blush and cream. And it did. A face full of loves delight (only mentioned in the appendix)
Enter Lord Rocnel with his brash and cutting mannerism. A swish here and a swish there, here a swish, there a swish, everywhere a swish swish (chapter 5 'Love and swishing).
A bit of break here from the general storyline as I really want to know who this jerk is who published a video on the web entitled 'The world's most dangerous razor'. It becomes obvious the man is clown shoes and shouldn't be placing any shaving videos on the web as the man knows little about the subject. Yes this razor ain't fluffy and it ain't friendly, but take your time, get it right, take it easy and probably the closest smoothest shave one could ever wish for. It is a God among a few other Gods.
It did its swishing act to aplomb and delivered one heavenly close and smooth finish in two passes. WTG and ATG. I just couldn't see any reason to go into yet another pass as there was bugger all left to shift. Except a couple of layers of skin, and that wouldn't have enamoured the ladies too much. The term 'red faced' might have taken a whole new meaning. As it was, not one drop of blood shed in the name of love and only perfection remained. Rosamond Oliver (someone else coming to terms with their sexuality) lay among the roses feeling exhausted and flush, and unfortunately very uncomfortable. Roses are not a good place to lay naked in even if someone had said 'More pricks than you could ever handle'
So a great shave and a spray of C88 just added to the frolicking among the roses. Shaving heaven
And that bit of the story no one ever mentions
So to end it all time to sign out with some Blistar and a song which kind of bounces along. Enjoy
And don't even get me going on 'Withering Heights' by Bernie's brother William. A story of love, despair and erectile dysfunction