A razor isn’t just a razor June 25, 2007Posted by Rambling Man in General Bloggery.
When is a razor not a razor ? Well the answer to this one was found out the hard way this weekend.
A razor is not a razor when you have to move hotel rooms and leave your good Gillette Fusion razor behind and don’t think of it until the following morning when you go to shave. And of course, you badly, badly, need to shave because you’re going to a christening. A razor is not just a razor when you ring housekeeping and they say they can’t find it. And so they offer you one of their ones – a one blade, blunt but sharp at the same time, plastic excuse for a razor – but hey, it was free and they provided it in a time of need.
It was half way through damaging my face with this emergency blade when I realised that you get what you pay for with razors, so to speak. My Gillette Fusion blades cost a fortune and are exactly the same price in every shop and pharmacy – the blades are the things that make the company money … something like €14.99 for 4 blades.
So it suffices to say that I turned up at the christening looking like I had been dragged through a hedge backwards and a drunk and equally demented cat of some sort had got at my face with a blade akin to cutting a tomato with a kitchen knife. Such was the horribleness of the state of my facial hair – and I’d missed several prominent bits aswell …
So buy proper shaving stuff – even if it costs you – because LIDL razors or cheap €5 a dozen blades with aloe feckin’ whatever still wouldn’t cut butther !