Part one of the new world order in shaving apparel has arrived, safe and sound. After almost two years of shaving with a Tesco Value Razor with Tesco Value Razor Blades
occasionally living it up with a Johnny Wilkinson Sword. Just the two shaves, and then you are you are using the dull, spoon-like wit of 'Roseanne' rather than the rapier class of 'Yes Minister'. So I decided to step it up a level and brought up a century of
Feather blades - the choice of Samurai shavers from Sapporo to Kagoshima. I'm yet to use one, but I hear that they will slice through unwanted hairs just by placing them in the next room and pointing your chin in their general direction. This should yield two years of shaving delight, less probably a month or so when I am cut to shreds by its diamond sharpened, or laser sharpened, or diamond-laser sharpened blades.
And certainly one needs sufficient support for such an investment. The £2.50 razor from Tesco which has travelled with me from the UK to Italy, Austria, Canada, France and Australia, is starting to bend it like Beckham. If I get the odd nick through to the keeper with this, and my bedulled scythes, then I will be peeling through the dermis in no time when the feathers arrive. Hence to the heart of Teutonically efficient shaving, and to the Merkur Heavy Duty.
The astute reader will note the light, aromatic Yin of the light blades, tempering the ponderous, imperious Yang of the heavy razor. No? No one? As Wino says, early doors... whatever that means.
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