tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121614102011-04-21T21:34:35.952+01:00Ridiculously Tartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277508955206991584noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12161410.post-1114240455422638962005-04-25T06:51:00.000+01:002005-05-07T21:27:30.753+01:00

Well, as the razor experiment continues, I'm beginning to think that my initial idea was right - the vibratin grazor *is* nothing but a gimmick. In fact, I think I'd go as far as to say it doesn't shave as well as the non-vibrating version.Why is this? My idea, is that the vibration of the razor makes it move away from the skin, so that you don't get quite as close a shave. I may be biased,

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You wait for the bus,Standing there till it arrives.It never comes. Hah!

Ridiculously Tartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277508955206991584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12161410.post-1113846972268060162005-04-19T02:58:00.000+01:002005-04-18T18:58:28.860+01:00

I was using my new, super-whizzy (supposedly) razor today - it's a disposable-blade type wet razor, with the added "kink" that it takes batteries. You may be wondering, 'Why does a razor vibrate? What good could that do?' - I know I wondered, so I thought I'd get one and try it.The adverts tell you that the "power of electricity" or some other silly thing is meant to help you get a closer shave

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It's funny, but when you stay up through the night you see the world in a different way. Everything takes on a new slant: the radio gets friendlier, the DJ relaxing his or her style to suit the less frantic audience; traffic drops down to virtually nothing, the normal hustle of workday transport replaced with quieter, happier journeys as couples come home and new friends go to cement their new

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Staring at the cloudsA gap appears, and sunshineFalls on someone else.

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"Here I am, this is my blog, I thought I'd give it a try and do what everyone else is doing. The world needs more of those." I don't think I'll write one of those - I want to assert my individuality along with the others who are different like me.So, I'll have to talk about something else instead. Maybe a lack of inspiration - it's amazing how far you can pad something out just talking about

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