My cheap razor, shaving cream and trusted dented shaving brush
Every morning I take my
shaving brush and a fingertip of shaving cream from my 180g plastic bowl. Then
I use the cheapest razors on the market to have the cleanest shave in the
world.
When I started shaving many,
many years ago I used a Shick injector razor. I used it up to 2000 when I went
down to Durban, South Africa to attend to a savage murder matter.
Unpacking my bags in the hotel
room I realised I left my trusted Shick at home.
The hotel reception directed
me to a very dingy dirty little shop just around the corner of this prestigious
hotel. It was too creepy for words and I was on the lookout for crawly
creatures lurking in the dark spaces ready to invade my personal space.
I bought the cheapest packet
of 5 razors for about R5.00 per packet at that time [15 years ago]. It was
cheap enough and had to last for exactly one shave. Financially it was worth
the experiment of 1 razor for the price of R1.00. I thought I could manage that
one!
Well it didn’t only last for
one shave. It lasted me three months per razor. I then had 15 months of shaving
pleasure for the grand sum of R5.00. Now I am a devotee of the cheapest,
sharpest, best razors on the market.
When I started writing I actually
wanted to tell you another related story; a story of a 20cm [8 inches] wooden
shaving mug but I got side tracked and ended up with the story about a cheap
and trusted razor. Let’s get to the real story written by Alan Patricof [80 odd
years at the time of writing].
Alan Patricof's No 89 Floris 8-inch wooden shaving bowl
You see, my story about my
cheap, trusted and surgically sharp razors are not too farfetched or out of the
way? I had a very clean shave this morning using the same stuff I had been
using now for many years although not as long as Alan. I am going in for 16 –
17 years with the cheapy!
However, my story does not
stop here. I want to tell you also about my brush I am using. You can see that
it is somewhat used as it should be after more than 30 years of faithful duty.
I had to glue it together again just about four days ago with Prattley’s putty.
Maybe it will outlast me – who knows? I have no intention of getting rid of
this brush – it knows my hands and the contours of my aging face. It knows its
place on the window sill to dry out for the next morning’s shave. And it knows
that if it gets knocked over I will come to its rescue and get it going; it
knows it is not Humpty Dumpty who was wrecked beyond repair.
Tell me your story. Send me an e-letter to my e-address: neelscoertse@wirelessza.co.za
