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Every morning when I scrape a blade across my face, I think “Today, I really must write about King of Shaves” It’s true, if a little disturbing. But for some reason I never quite get round to it, the thought disappears out of my head by the time I’ve left the bathroom.
My introduction to KoS was at Interesting2007 – a little pot was in the goodie bag, supplied by Steve Bowbrick who managed better than most would have to give a sponsor’s speech appropriate to that legendary gathering. I’d seen the product before, but was a bit suspicious, it looked (and sounded – shaving? oil?) a bit Top Gear for me. But I tried it out and fell immediately in love.
The lubricants I’ve used in shaving my face aren’t that wide and varied. I never really got on with the whipped cream that comes in an aerosol tin (perhaps I should have used shaving cream that comes in an aerosol tin) though that was my first obvious choice. It did have the great smell of Brut, but it’s just bloody messy, especially when it gets bloody. I had some nice Body Shop stuff once, that you worked up with a brush, but as with so many Body Shop products for men, it seemed to have been discontinued or just not in the shop I went to or something. I know that just using soap dries your face, but I do love the smell of Roger & Gallet Sandalwood or even Imperial Leather. Of course I once used this from G-Room which was nice and minty, but after showing my arse in the shower using one of their other products I was always scared to go back in.
My first thought was that I couldn’t believe how much you use – a “few drops?” but it really does go a long way. I started my little bottle from interesting about 7 months ago and although I don’t use it every day (damn you, Imperial Leather) and I bought another bottle when I went on holiday and forgot, the first one is still going strong.
I think the things I love about the experience boil down to:
lack of mess – although it can make the cut hair stick to the side of the basin.
smoothness of skin afterwards – though comparisons between my face and baby’s bottoms are not rare anyway
size of packaging – tiny, so great for travelling
it just works – it just does.
I shudders at the term “brand loyalty” but I think they’ve got me.
PS They have a bunch of blogs – I don’t read them, but the fact that they exist gives me comfort that applying this oil to my face every morning is OK and probably a good thing. Just confirming my weirdness.
So my busking adventures continue – I was at my second home, Bond St tonight – quite quiet, lots of small change dropped, but also lovely stuff like the lady who gave me a rose and the other who said I was the best thing she’d heard on the tube [compared to the coaches on the Bakerloo Line, presumably ].
Counting the money is giving me lots of fun. I have a spreadsheet going with the following metadata: date, day, time, location so that I can do some analysis. So far I’m averaging a bit more than minimum wage… but not quite up to my consulting day rate. No matter, the most important return I get is something I’m not quantifying precisely: the number of smiles and winks.
Today I met a Busking Manager for the first time. These guys get to go round the network, checking in with buskers that everythings alright and making sure that people have turned up to the right pitch at the right time. I’m also getting to meet more and more of my fellow performers. Most are really nice, but I have to say that a number of them are just bloody miserable, I suppose it’s like anything, but I do think there are a few who buy in so much to the suffering artist myth that nothing could make them happy.
The most obvious thing I’ve learned is that people with shorter legs walk more slowly than those with long legs. It’s really noticable when a train comes in, the crowd just gets shorter as it passes by – you just don’t see these things when you’re in the crowd yourself.
Photo by Russell Davies
Presumably to test the waters for introducing advertisements into our twitterfeeds (grrrr…), Twitter has today started to insert “tips” into my (& probably your) notifications. The first one I noticed was at 07.14 GMT:
Send ‘nudge username’ for someone you haven’t heard from at 07.14 GMT
Update from your mobile browser at http://m.twitter.com at 07.56
Send ‘nudge username’ for someone you haven’t heard from at 08.19
Go for a long walk. at 08.58
Reply with ‘stats’ to see how many people are following you at 09.44
Reply with ‘fav jangles’ to favorite this update. at 09.48
Reply with ‘help’ for a list of commands. at 10.01
Reply with ‘stats’ to see how many people are following you at 10.10
Reply with ‘stats’ to see how many people are following you at 10.32
See more at http://m.twitter.com/warzabidul at 10.37
Update from your mobile browser at http://m.twitter.com at 11.33
Reply with ‘fav robertbrook’ to favorite this update. at 11.36
Reply with ‘leave girlygeekdom’ to turn off updates from this person. at 11.41
which was spookily appended to an update from Sarah saying she didn’t like tips either…
not enough data yet to see whether their frequency is related to the frequency of my updates
of course the tip I really want to see is “Reply with ‘Hey Twitter, Don’t be Evil’ to turn off tips”
If you need help not getting things done, feel free to use this in any way – I’ve made it cc-by so you can do what you will with it as long as I get a smidgen of blame.
Isn’t New Year weird? How did something that should be about innovation become so fixed in tradition? I spent last night equally bored and nonplussed.
Isn’t time weird? This year’s a leap year and so just because we all agree that it’s going to happen, we’ll have an extra day in February. If we can agree on bending a rule about how many days there are in a year, surely we could agree on something else. You know, silly stuff like “let’s stop fighting” or “let’s make sure everyone’s got enough to eat today”
Love & hugs everybodeh!