RAZORS RAZORS EVERYWHERE!!
Ive been shaving since I was about 13 years old, and I’ve used my fair share of blades. Disposable, ones with 2 blades, 3 blades, 5 blades – all of them with the ability to serve a crappy shave, and charge me for the privilege.
It was whilst considering my plastic foot print that I realised I go through about 2 blades a week, and dispose of these un-recyclable blades straight into the trash.
This equates to over 100 blades a year… none of which could be recycled. Over the lifetime so far, I have used over 2500 blades and razors which can’t be broken down into parts for recycling easily.
I remember as a child watching my granddad use a wonderful razor blade, a shaving brush and a shaving soap, and never ever using a disposable blade. So I decided to take the plunge and purchase my first safety razor blade handle and blades.
This has to have been the most daunting purchase of my life. I was about to move away from using multi blade, disposable blades, to a new, single blade heavy weight razor which I would have to put together by myself each time I needed a new blade..
So here are my findings, and what I think all men (and women) need to do in order to break free of the gimmick of disposable blades.
Perhaps the one thing that is most enjoyable at Christmas and this time of the year is heading on out to watch a pantomime or play.
I’m not saying I’m a huge fan of pantomime but I certainly enjoy a good play in a theatre. And boy did this play not disappoint!
￼￼ I’ve not been to the Birmingham Town Hall in as many as 20 years and love what they’ve done with the renovations.
Having never read the book I wasn’t sure what to expect from the play “We’re going on a Bear Hunt”, and this was a complete surprise to me.
To see how the translation of literary works into such music and entertainment could be performed with so much enthusiasm and vigour and fun was truly a delight and the laughs that ensued were testament to the production and cast
A great cast using brilliantly simple props in a beautifully lit hall captivating all the youngsters and parents/grandparents alike.
Sid really enjoyed himself here (as did Sang and I)￼￼￼￼￼ so be prepared for tons of audience participation, great humour, lovely visual fun and the occasional Splish splash!￼
As a child, my dad was my all-time favourite person. He took me everywhere with him, whether that was the cash and carry, the park, warehouses for shop stock, relatives houses, friends’ houses, the social club; we had fun. Continue reading
Things I want my son to know.
Lesson #15 – Follow your heart, create your path.
Out mowing the lawn on a gorgeous sunny Sunday, I look back and find that you’re mowing the lawn right behind me!
Like. A. Boss.
I love my son. More than my own life. And I think I can speak for nearly every parent out there, that there is no love quite like this.
When my son was born, I immediately fell in love with him. I mean, I dived straight into it.. I never thought I would, but I did, and before I knew it, I was telling my son “I love you” like a million times a day. Continue reading
Somehow it doesn’t have the same ring as Nirvanas ‘Heart Shaped Box’ but it made me happier that he song did to see that my sone was beginning to enjoy the pleasures of cooking.
When you get your son his first Valentine’s day card from mummy and daddy … and it’s spot on for his room.