2010 – Snow Joke

Okay… boiler is dying. Downstairs radiators have given up the ghost.

Some dope cracked my Audi headlamp by wheel spinning in gritted snow.

I’ve been off work for the past week with a bad case of flu, topped off with a chest infection – I’ve been boiling, freezing, shaking, sweating, creaking… blah blah…. fed up of the whole thing, and now finding it very hard to breathe, A bit like having a weight on my chest and trying to breathe through a folded up towel… probably (I’ve not tried).

Then stroking our big black cat I find a lump between his shoulder blades… so a trip to the vet is due….

2010 is being a git.

Anyway, it wasn’t a totally bad start – We had snow, and Alex loved it.

Before I became ill I had a good week of snow fun with Alex. It was tainted by idiot chav types knocking the snowman’s head off – but I fixed it with a metal pole in the end. I had to use the pole because the snow had turned to ice crystals and wasn’t sticking together!

Eventually the chav idiots twisted the head around – but a bit more snow and warmer weather meant he could be rebuilt again…

Eventually the weather turned even warmer… and the snowman took his last gasp….

So… for a bit of fun, rather than focusing on the current bad hand 2010 has dealt us, here are some pictures of the snowman… as he morphed through attacks by chavs and weather…

BOB

Was beheaded.

BILL

Beheaded… then re-headed with a pole… then head twisted around

Mr. Iced T

Too tough for the Chavs…

Things got too warm though….

The Head Shave

It’s about a year now that I’ve had my shaven head. If it hadn’t been for Will King’s Azor razor I wouldn’t have kept it up…yup, I would have grown it back to a short buzz cut.

The thing is, I really like my baldy head! True, it was all for charity to start with (Help a London Child – HALC), but it felt good and I finally had a “hair style” that worked for me…None!

I wouldn’t have kept the bald thing going though (and as such, would not have shaken of the ghosts of previous bad haircuts!), if it wasn’t for the King of Shaves Azor.

The Azor shape means I can adopt a technique that would be near on impossible with any other razor, whilst those incredible sharp, hard wearing yet safe blades mean I can cut with & against the hair growth at speed with no problem whatsoever ever! Gillette and the other makes wouldn’t allow me to use this method as they caused rashes & soreness – I could only ever go with the hair growth direction.

To shave my head now I simply gel up (using KoS Alpha gel), then holding the Azor (as pictured below), I quickly run the blade back and forth without lifting – a bit like you’d use an upright vacuum cleaner! The design also means the Azor doesn’t clog, so can shave for longer without a rinse out. I can go from hairy to polished in under a minute (57 seconds – I timed it… Yes, I need to get out more!)

An odd thing to blog about, true, but I feel it’s worth a mention as I was never happy with my hair (I will post photo’s some day!).

I started out with crappy cuts my ‘mother’ gave me in her role as a military barber (no wonder the Gurkhas were fearsome soldiers – they had to take their dodgy haircut anger out on someone, and the Argentinians were in the wrong place at the wrong time!). From there on I just didn’t care about hair styles! My hair always was awkward to style, so buzz cuts solved a lot of issues, then the full shave liberated me from the memories of all those bad haircuts forced upon my youthful head!

For a while I sported the worst flat top in history, just because in a fit of “trendiness” my ‘mother’ bought a flimsy plastic flat top comb & believed she could use it… Luckily for the Gurkhas though she experimented on me first… It wasn’t pretty… None of the attempts were.

What goes around comes around though, and I do cut my sons hair. The thing is though I have learnt what’s good and bad, and through my own experience correcting my own dodgy experimental hair “styles” I’m pretty damned good with the clippers. I do know though, that if Alex ever wants a proper haircut, then I’ll put up the cash for a trained barber to do it, rather than put him though the parental experiments I had carried put on me.