Welcome to my first entry for this new week of SOTD's which by my standards arrives three days early. How damn punctual am I?
'Has he arrived before time?'
'He always does love'
In my new found self this shave is prematurely themed, 'Occults'
Runic razor - Ikon B1
Baphometic blade - Polsilver Lodz
Black magic brush - Highlander 30mm Cashmere
synchromystical soap - Signature Londinium
Mephistopheles' moisturiser - Pure
Parapsychological perfume - YSL Myself
'Aye lad. Am not so sure if I'm a rosicrucianistic after reading the Fama fraternitiatis Rosie crucis or just plain simple?'
'Fancy a pint?'
'Aye. Sounds fucken gret'
So here it is my first entry for OCcultober. Sounds pretty good to me and right down my devilish street.
This shave was magically thrown together in a large pot over in Yorkshire being as that is where I was Saturday, practicing a bit of occultism in the dark art of shaving. I'm not sure where standing naked in the back garden came in to it, but the neighbours believed me.
So I called upon the Lord of razors, the Ikon to work his divinity upon my bristles and remove my facial ectoplasm. Incantations being supplied by the Londinium.
And the end result? A shave of paranormal proportions and facial stubble removed with runic magik. In essence, that were one fucking great bit o sink time.
I thought these were called Who the witch to add to the theme, but okay I'll go with the Who the bitch
Sunday
And then I realised it is OCtober and a month of open combs. Bollocks. I really believed it was to be 31 days of occultism, a bit of holding hands and dancing free of clothing around pyres and the odd sacrifice or two. Now I've got a backyard full of bloody goats and I am stood outside freezing my knackers off. Goat soap anyone?
Stainless Mongoose
Kai Titan mild
Highlander Marine (because they finally won)
Savonniere Moulin
Simple moisturiser
M&S Spiced Amber
'And just imagine my love. We could strip out all the cooking utensils, fill it full of all my shaving accoutrements and voila! The best shaving cabinet on TSR!'
'You're not really buying this one are you?'
A corker of a shave back in Liverpool this evening and one very happy Mr Friendly. Great to get the donkey soap back on the menu and I can't even recall any Equus Africanus amongst the goats. Must be a bit of occultism at work
I will sign off with some more of those Who the Bitch girls. Very in vogue with me this moment.....or this shave anyway
And of course, I love you all