BIC
*shudder*
One year for my Mrs' company xmas "do" they flew us all up to Edinburgh. Posh 5* hotel (The Balmoral, if anyone knows Edinburgh) Sven and Nancy were in the lobby when we checked in), Black Tie, A dedicated waiter for each table, all that BS
So, before the main evening do, I'm in the bathroom getting ready for the evening do, we're late as usual. I'm shaving, in a hurry, and snapped the blade off my trusty 2 blade Gillette razor.
Oh bugger, half a clean shaven face, half with 3 day's growth.
"I don't suppose we bought any spare razor blades with us?"
"No? Why?" she says.
Terrific.
So, in desperation, I ended up shaving my face with her topiary razor.
It was a BIC
I spent the evening looking like the Singing Detective.
Worst cuts and shaving rash evar.