In the end of this all, it will be transparent how we have really dealt with and looked after our most elderly, at need, and marginalised that will be displayed as either a mark of greatness, or a stain on our society and nation. Continue reading
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.
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.
We spent a week in the wonderful city of Mumbai in India without our 3 year old.
Like many couples with young kids it’s off in a fighting battle to maintain some sense of balance in your relationship whilst managing a young child.
I think we were very grateful to have had a few days to ourselves to reconnect and just be us!
The city has such a beauty and vibrancy about it that I cannot explain, but my last visit in ‘94 when I was just 15 is still memorable and I can see why.
We spent a few days in Chembur, a large district in central Mumbai and then moved on to Juhu Beach at the JW Marriott hotel – perhaps one of the most amazing hotels I’ve stayed in – ever.
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