Had winter winter tyres put on the old jamjar last week. Not normally something you’d consider living in balmy east Kent but the last few years have seen poohy winter weather that shut us down pretty successfully on the roads around here. Can’t afford for that to happen this year (being a merciless day-rater), hence the investment in Dunlop’s finest. The blurb says that as long as the temperature is 7 or below, they’ll be ‘great’. Since then of course dearest East Kent has topped the highest temperature charts every single day. While Carlisle shivers we’ve been at 16 degrees. It is the way of the world and it’s frustrating to say the least.
One month on from the first forays into the world of ‘proper’ shaving and things have improved markedly thankfully. The odd nick every now and again (immediately zapped with a touch from a block of alum) but really rather pleased with progress. Still not what the enthusiast would call proficient yet, that can take years they say, but really really really enjoying the experience. It’s a whole lot of fun, there’s oooodles of man stuff to learn and, most important for chaps, massive scope for accessorising the hobby until a heart’s content. It’s very nearly heaven. All that’s required to make it perfect is to somehow include a kebab machine and Fillipina comfort ladies. I’m working on that. For those wondering what ‘proficiency’ in straight razor shaving is; well it’s being able to produce a BBS (baby bum smooth) face shave without blood!!!
Current favourite ‘gear set up’ is a Thiers Issard ‘ Basic Black’ shoulderless razor, Edwin Jagger badger brush, Mitchell’s Wool Fat Soap and a non branded alum block. A bit of Nivea post shave balm every now and again when required. I use my own home made bench strops rather than a leather strap for stropping and I honed with a Naniwa 8000. The Thiers Issard was NOT shave ready when received, hence the honing.
A couple or so of wonderful sites to visit (amongst many)
Right, I’m off to a bonfire do, we’re burning a pallet of Gillette GII disposable razors and feeling sanctimoniously smug about it.