As a woman who has recently ‘gone back to basics’ with some her beauty regime, this tester couldn’t have come at a better time. I’m fed up with the pain and expense of waxing the nether regions for lovely results that are too short lived before I have to repeat the whole shabang again.
I’ve never been too keen on the toxicity of hair removal creams, and my clunky Gillette Venus ends up a gloopy mess in my shower.
King of Shaves Hyperglide is different (they have a dedicated Queen of Shaves section for women, although the Hyperglide isn’t included in it, so I assume it’s for men)*. I used this on my legs, armpits and bikini line in the bath with some oil added to the bathwater.
It’s pretty much a straight up and down razor, with some flexibility in the head when you press on it, but the head doesn’t swivel around like other razors. Therefore, I feel in control of the blade, rather than it controlling me. It gave a close, smooth shave although I felt I had to apply quite a bit of pressure. It adapted to the contours of my body easily, and was incredibly easy to manage.
The one push eject is easy enough, as is fixing in a new blade. It also comes with a great wall sucker holder and a plastic cover for protecting the blade whilst travelling.
It is safe to say my waxing days are over, and my new hair removal of choice has been found. (I hear King Of Shaves do a shaving great oil too.)
They also offer a subscription service.
*King Of Shaves have confirmed the Hyperglide is “just as great for women as for men. Especially in the bath, shower - ‘Just Add Water!’”
Obama mentions his wife in his victory speech: “…The woman who agreed to marry me 20 years ago”
Romney mentions his wife in his concession speech: “… The woman I chose to marry”
It’s amazing how someone’s views on equality can come out in one simple sentence
…I bought B the “Best Coffee In London Guide” and took him out to sample a few places this weekend. In Saas Fee we drank fully caffeinated coffee most days, due to the lack of decaf, but in all honestly it didn’t treat me well. B and I both love coffee. Sadly, it doesn’t love us back.
Now we’re back in London (despite still dreaming of the alps), we’re on a mission to find the best decaf possible, and take it back to Switzerland with us.
So, on Saturday morning, we headed East to Prufrock Coffee on Leather Lane (near Farringdon Station). It’s a great cafe with barista courses and a zillion different brew methods, which is heaven for a gal who loves a gadget. They do good old filter, Aeropress, Woodneck (aka pour over) and the chemistry-experiment that is the Syphon. I had a 4oz, which is basically a small glass with a shot of espresso and an equal shot of milk. It sounds simple, but quite frankly, it was heaven in a cup. We talked decaf with the coffee aficionado there, and walked away with a pack of beans that had been decaffed using the critical CO2 technique. I have no idea what that means, but it tastes good.
Today we stayed a little closer to home and took a leisurely Sunday morning stroll to Tower 47 near Chalk Farm. It was hectic (Camden on a Sunday), with a very different vibe to Prufrock. Prufrock is bright and airy, and full of coffee making equipment, whilst Tower 47 is buzzy with a soundproof music session room downstairs, and it sells music books for guitarists and drum equipment. However, we found a little table on the mezzanine and settled in.
B had a decaf flat white and I tried the Aeropress (Tower 47 shared the same brew methods as Prufrock). Mine was good, but not as good as B’s flat white, which he christened “the best fucking coffee I have ever tasted.”
Quite an accolade. Especially coming from him.
We bought the beans, and will see if we can recreate its magnificence at home. If not, we may just have to sign up for a barista course. If the ski instructing doesn’t work out, maybe we can get a job in the Smooth Cafe?
B talking decaf at Prufrock.
— Samuel Johnson