A Close Shave

Blip 365! A brilliant Christmas present is the subject.

A few months ago I went to buy some replacement razor blades but walked away with nowt. The price was astronomical. I couldn't believe how prices have continued to rise and decided to do a bit of research. Did you know that the manufacturing price of a single razor head is rarely more than a few pence yet we're paying around £2-3 for one in the shops. Prices have risen astronomically in recent years, reflective of an almost monopolic market share from the global leader. The bottom line is that we're getting ripped off.

I did a wee bit more research and found we're being deceived too. The best a man can get is not a multi-bladed razor with an anti-friction strip as used by our favourite global superstars. It's actually an old fashioned double-edge safety razor like my dad and his dad used to use. In fact! The original design is from 1880 within minimal changes since. They give a closer shave and rarely result in skin irritation or razor rash. That's because double bladed razors cut rather than 'pull and slice' the whisker. A few more minutes is required to prep the face, shaving strokes must be shorter and delivered with a bit more care. But the results are dramatically better, as I will attest to after today using my new Edwin Jagger DB razor with sandalwood soap and a shaving brush. What's more, blades cost dramatically less than multi-bladed disposables and the razor should last me a lifetime.

We had a fun day today, cycling from Rosemary's mum's in Garforth to Temple Newsam to do a Parkrun. It was chilly and I was 'asleep' when we left the house. I wasn't in the mood as we lined up on the start line for a 5km run. Rosemary quickly gapped me despite not feeling great and my legs were struggling after days of feasting. Surprisingly I went past her on the flat bit of course whilst feeling relaxed. We both caught and passed the leading lady and then R gapped me by about 15m on the uphill section. One chap barged past me, elbows flailing. He apologised but I still sped up a little to ensure I got the dry line and he had to splosh through a big puddle.

On the final hill I was sticking with R, which was quite unusual. As I passed, I was ready for her to put in a huge effort but she obviously wasn't right. If it was anyone else I would have kicked hard but I slowed and offered her a hand which she didn't take. I slowed a bit and we crossed the line with me just a smideon in front but we were awarded the same time. I answered a question that I've often wondered about....and I was pleased to say that I derive more pleasure from her doing well than avoiding being chicked!

We then cycled back to Garforth the long way, via an RSPB nature reserve and Garforth's 'famous' boulangerie. I had been excited about the latter all Xmas. Alas, they had a power-cut in the night and were closed to business! Sad for me, but bad for them as they had lost a load of produce and probably quite a bit of money too. Fortunately, R's mum had baked a fine loaf and there was still plenty Parkin to devour.