A smashing way to end the day and some sink time themed, 'A Titanic shave'
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Britannic - Ever Ready 1912
Olympic - GEM
Zealandic - Cadman 24mm Tuxedo
Belgic - Floris Elite
Bardic - Colegen moisturiser
Ceramic - Goutal Eau De Monsieur
Should have been Floris Elite but I missed the postie and not much scent in a piece of red card
'I name this ship.......it's fucked off'
1912. A pretty damn fine razor and also the year a rather large famous liner sank.
After a few egg noggs my grandma always used to say, 'Your granddad? It was like going down on the Titanic', so I presume she must have been a surviver. She also made mention of swimming with the buoys, but that just served to confuse me as I didn't know the Titanic sank off Bridlington.
Ah well you live and learn. Or walk through life ignorant. I'll take the latter.
A couple of local connections to the Titanic
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Captain Smith's House, some 10 minute walk from my place. I might of thought someone who drove rather large ships would drive a bigger car.
Mine
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The White Star owners house. 15 minutes walk. Now a care home and probably costs more per month per resident than the original purchase price.
And the shave?
The 1912 to me always looks like it should be a torture implement or a guillotine for mice, but fortunately it also shaves. And does so rather wonderfully. It is not an instant reach for me as because I find it rather daunting visually but that is soon dispelled when steel meets skin. It is actually quite a little pussy to use and despite the amount of blade on view it always delivers confidently and smoothly. I can't recall anytime it has drawn claret. It does have strange feedback and whoever said it sounds like scraping dry toast ain't that far off. I have tried shaving with dry toast but believe me it is shite.
Another great showing with the new Floris and I must say the Cadman is really at home with a hard soap. Not so clever with creams or crops but they don't count this time around.
All in all a superlative shave and vintage grin value.
Further words from my grandma to me often went down the road of, 'You speak a load of fucking shite lad'. So time to go
I leave you with those formation dancing girls 'Scandal' and some song or other. If my old gran wrote hits they'd all come with an explicit lyrics warning. These don't.
