Being useless is something I appear to excel in and this week I seem to have gone beyond excelling. One SOTD? Poor show Mr Satan, a very poor show. But to try make some kind of an amend a half concerted effort from Monday being as last night was an artisan don't shave night. Pathetic.
And so this one arrives pixilated (the English version) and themed, 'Tax'
Self assessment - Rocnel Elite
Capital gains - Super Max
Tax deductions - PAA Pelegrino
Personal allowance - Bath House Spanish fig and nutmeg
Tax avoidance - Simple moisturiser
Taxidermist- Chanel pour Monsieur
'Where to squire?'
'Anywhere, just get me the fuck off this SOTD'
A rare outing for the Elite. Probably the nicest machined razor I have come across. Everything, the fit, the finish, the quality is exceptional, but boy oh boy does it shave with a strange feel. The feedback says 'still more to go here' when in fact there isn't. The feel says 'not brilliant' when in fact it is superlative and in general it just confuses the shit out of me. When in fact I am too brainless to realise what confused actually means.
But whatever it is I don't understand it does deliver an absolutely massive grin value shave, and that I do understand. A smiley happy me and no scars.
But tonight's Japanese treat arrives courtesy of Fate Gear who appear to shave badly and have a lifetime of scars....
And I do love you all