A close shave.

 I should be reaching my 2000th view sometime soon.
It might be with this post...
most likely it will be the next!

Or maybe not at all! WHO KNOWS?

IT COULD BE YOU! *mysterious music*


Anyway back on track. What I actually wanted to come and write to you about was the end of Movember and all the goodness it bought with it.


I had just come back from doing some editorial work for the university newspaper when I was told by Jade that it was nearly midnight! EXCITING TIMES!

I rushed into my bedroom to ready my razor.

Here's what my mind decided to happen. Bearing in mind my life, in my head, is a musical.

I entered the room.

We're leaving together... and still we stand tall
Coz maybe they've seen us... something something something...
ITS THE FINAL COUNTDOWN
lala la la
lalalalalaaaa
lala la la
lalalalalalaaaa

Something along those lines anyway.
Not with all those people in the background though. That's just a little creepy.
I think if I was shaving and someones face popped up in the mirror screaming the final countdown at me. I'd probably cut myself.

Which, surprisingly enough, hurts.

Plus when you cut your face. Does it stop bleeding? No it bloody well doesn't!
Numerous rolls of toilet roll stuck to my face later... It's still bleeding! Not helpful when your late for something... like the line for time keeping. The irony would've probably killed me.

Anyway clicking play on the video of my life I am currently entering the bathroom...
I grasped hold on my razor and held it in the air!

AAAHHHHHHH DA BINNN YAAAAAAA
DAABAADEE DABBA DAAA

I barely resisted the urge to wake the whole block up by screaming "BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL" at the top of my voice.

Apparently people don't like being woken up by battle cries! Who knew?

My shaving skills were like Barry Scott on the Cilit bang advert. BANG...

...and I'd cut myself three bloody times!

Numerous toilet rolls later and I'd managed to clot the gaping wound which was at least the size of the rubber on the end of a pencil. THAT BIG!

Despite the war wound that I currently carried on my face I battled through to shave. Earning man points along the way by not crying.

I'm a big boy. I'm a big boy. I'm a big boy. 

WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Smoothness... mmmm... my chin feels nice.

Moving on at a reasonable pace.

After my entry about dancing last week about my dancing skills earning me the title of "white gangster" last week.

(A title I really want Bruce Forsythe to come out with on strictly come dancing

"Didn't they do well?

Those moves reminded me of when I was a white gangster...

When I was hip to the hop and 'down with the kids'

Seeing you dance makes me want to put my baseball cap on backwards and listen to snoop dogg")

I WON A DANCEOFF.

I'm feeling cool and "safe" already.

Infront of the whole Students Union Bar my pub quiz team had drawn with another team.

Anyway I went out

I busted some moves

and a hip.

And won.

Gotta love drinks vouchers.

Will see if I can try and get a video up at some point

Anyway I'm off to do my radio show

8-10pm www.frequencyradio.co.uk

THE LEGG UP

Adam xxx

Smart/Casual

Dinner Jacket - Very Smart

Naked - Very casual.

Going out wearing nothing but a dinner jacket... now that's smart casual.