My shaving efforts from last night. Artistically presented by my good friend Piblo Pacasso the urination virtuoso of East Yorkshire, renowned for his artistic work after downing 12 pints of Theakstons Old Perculiar. On this occasion his artistic presentation was rewarded with the theme, 'Résumé numéro deux, Les Rasoirs d'Avignon'
Le Rasoir d'Avignon - Ikon B1
La Lame d'Avignon - Wizamet Super Iridium
Le Brosse d'Avignon - Yaqi Moka
Le Savon d'Avignon - Kent
La Crème Hydratante d'Avignon - Pure
'Piblo, the original street artist producing his highly non-aclaimed piece, Les dames d'Accrington'
Came in from work late last night and in a kind of 'Will I, won't I' frame of mind in reference to shaving. 'Ah bollocks' I thought. After a long day and feeling somewhat dirty (as in muck) a shower and a shave was probably the best solution.
I said I needed to use the Kent more often and what a great choice again in the world of oftenness. From relegated and forgotten to revered and forgiven. Stir it up with a less than favourable brush and even the brush draws silent praise. Super stuff.
Love the Ikon? Always. Love the Super Iridium? Absolutely. Love the two together? Orgasmically abstract.
A great 'team shave' effort and a happy bunch of artistic shaving implements.
Still went to bed knackered but at least the pillow whispered, 'Why hello you smooth sexless beast'. Then I went to sleep. Woke up and hacked this garbage together. Nicely shaven may I add.
Have a fantastic day you fabulous folk.
When I went to see Otoboke Beaver earlier this year my wife said she was expecting a bunch of screaming Japanese girls and to be honest she was rather taken aback. Good job we never went to see this bunch...
And Piblo says he loves you all