Thursday, 10 July 2008

Ritual.


These last few weeks and since turning thirty six I have noticed a real acceleration in beard growth each day. I am not a particularly hirsute fellow and would not be mistaken for australopithecine but just lately by the time I head for bed of an evening there is no longer any way I can skip a shave the next day, and that used to be an occasional indulgent thought on Thursday evenings going into Friday, that last liberating day of the week.

This train of thought reminds me just how very, very good a wet shave is, and one delivered by someone else.

I have enjoyed this in New Delhi (on the street), in Cairo, (in a back street) in Shanghai (near The Bund and a bit clinical) and on Regent St (at Austin Reed, and entirely fine) and every time it is fantastic and you really don't need to shave at all the day after.

6 comments:

Miss Moneypenny said...

Nothing better than a clean shaven man

Hope all is well - quick post tonight, off on business

Miss M

BS5 Blogger said...

Go safe and under cover, Miss M!

Seeya...

BS5 x

Alaina said...

Yeah. I wouldn't really know... but I'll take your word for it.

bag said...

either you've post house or that was a fucking kiss(x)

You don't even know him / her.

Tool...

BS5 Blogger said...

Hi Bag,

Thanks as ever for your cheery outlook. Let's hope this pointy outlook translates itself into your own Blog wherein we can be equally terse!

Friday night comment at 10pm (the one you followed)!

minijonb said...

ok, i just saw Sweeney Tood a week ago so i'm a little freaked out right now.