Accident with a razor
Bit of an embarrassing moment yesterday. Well, quite a lot of them, really; more of a day-long experiment in humiliation. Not that it was that bad, but quite a faux pas on the bathroom front.
I always shave in the shower, both noggin and chin (chinoggin?), because it's so much easier and the compounded hair-and-shaving-gunk washes away nicely down the drain to block up my pipes. Usually goes very well, feeling your way for the smoothness [the very nice, sensual smoothness :-) ] and retouching where appropriate. No need for a mirror when you've got your fingers. I should really do it more regularly for the cleaner, more professional look, but in all due honesty, most mornings I cant be bothered. Not that it is a long or arduous task, just that it's a bit of fiddling I cant be having with. I'm sure you all have simillar pet-not-quite-hates. So often as not I have nigh-on a week's growth up top and on the jowls, giving me a more hirsute look. Since I find this look more than a little bit horny (*blush*) it tends to stay longer than is convenient for the next scraping of the chinoggin, usually resulting in a sore scalp from having to retouch bits repeatedly to ensure complete depilation.
Anyhow, yesterday was a scraping day so I do the usual palaver - less fun at the moment since my shower will not product hot-hot water and in the current cold weather you feel distinctly chilly standing in the flow after a while - and scrape off all the hair. Or so I thought. Men, you know that little nook in the corner of your jaw, just by your ear? That's right, the most fiddly bit to shave. On my right-hand side, I somehow managed to miss this area completely. Coupled with the shave-by-feel tactic (and the fact I never look in the mirror), I thusly went out to work with a nice freshly shorn pate and face (bar the goatee), except for a nice tufty bit in the corner. A nice tufty bit in the corner that was dead obvious owing to the lack of surrounding hair, or at least dead obvious to everyone apart from myself.
*cringe*
Well, worse things happen at sea, I guess (even though as a truism that's absolute rubbish, far worse things happen in your own home where you least expect them) - no-one ever really died of embarrassment and I've done plenty of those sorts of thing in my time.....pick your own from your personal knowledge of me, bloggardes....
Very long boring talk yesterday that we wont go into just in case, but work was a bit of a non-starter yesterday. So today I shall of course do double the amount of work to make up for it. Ahem.
Must get on the phone and start ringing round about bike purchases soon, but in my usual inertia I really dont feel like it. All will of course change once the weather turns nice again!
I always shave in the shower, both noggin and chin (chinoggin?), because it's so much easier and the compounded hair-and-shaving-gunk washes away nicely down the drain to block up my pipes. Usually goes very well, feeling your way for the smoothness [the very nice, sensual smoothness :-) ] and retouching where appropriate. No need for a mirror when you've got your fingers. I should really do it more regularly for the cleaner, more professional look, but in all due honesty, most mornings I cant be bothered. Not that it is a long or arduous task, just that it's a bit of fiddling I cant be having with. I'm sure you all have simillar pet-not-quite-hates. So often as not I have nigh-on a week's growth up top and on the jowls, giving me a more hirsute look. Since I find this look more than a little bit horny (*blush*) it tends to stay longer than is convenient for the next scraping of the chinoggin, usually resulting in a sore scalp from having to retouch bits repeatedly to ensure complete depilation.
Anyhow, yesterday was a scraping day so I do the usual palaver - less fun at the moment since my shower will not product hot-hot water and in the current cold weather you feel distinctly chilly standing in the flow after a while - and scrape off all the hair. Or so I thought. Men, you know that little nook in the corner of your jaw, just by your ear? That's right, the most fiddly bit to shave. On my right-hand side, I somehow managed to miss this area completely. Coupled with the shave-by-feel tactic (and the fact I never look in the mirror), I thusly went out to work with a nice freshly shorn pate and face (bar the goatee), except for a nice tufty bit in the corner. A nice tufty bit in the corner that was dead obvious owing to the lack of surrounding hair, or at least dead obvious to everyone apart from myself.
*cringe*
Well, worse things happen at sea, I guess (even though as a truism that's absolute rubbish, far worse things happen in your own home where you least expect them) - no-one ever really died of embarrassment and I've done plenty of those sorts of thing in my time.....pick your own from your personal knowledge of me, bloggardes....
Very long boring talk yesterday that we wont go into just in case, but work was a bit of a non-starter yesterday. So today I shall of course do double the amount of work to make up for it. Ahem.
Must get on the phone and start ringing round about bike purchases soon, but in my usual inertia I really dont feel like it. All will of course change once the weather turns nice again!
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