Electric shaver, which one?

Badger hair brush a must
This ^^^^

Most talk about razor's and how close they get, but the key is getting the stubble to stand up. And for that, nothing beats a badger haired brush, working up a lather to get the stubble to stand proud. Even with cheap razors, lather made with a badger hair brush will get the closest shave you can get. Then there's the added benefit of it scraping all the crud/oils/dead skin cells off your face in the process.

And it really doesn't take any longer than shaving with canned shaving cream, you just have to get in the routine of tossing the brush in a cup of warm water before you get in the shower.
 
This ^^^^

Most talk about razor's and how close they get, but the key is getting the stubble to stand up. And for that, nothing beats a badger haired brush, working up a lather to get the stubble to stand proud. Even with cheap razors, lather made with a badger hair brush will get the closest shave you can get. Then there's the added benefit of it scraping all the crud/oils/dead skin cells off your face in the process.

And it really doesn't take any longer than shaving with canned shaving cream, you just have to get in the routine of tossing the brush in a cup of warm water before you get in the shower.

These days I tend to prefer boar to badger.

I personally find that boar bristle works up a better lather than badger, and with badger the results can vary greatly dependent on the quality of the brush. I have also found that a boar brush sheds less hairs than badger. On the down side, a boar bristle brush probably takes a little longer to break in than badger.

If you've not tried it I can recommend giving boar a try. Both Proraso and Omega make cheap boar bristle brushes that work perfectly well.

As to a razor, either straight or double safety, depending on whether shaving before or after the first cup of coffee!
 
Hello, I just bought a WAHL electric razor, Not near as good on my old Remington which is needing a new battery and cutters, I should have got a new replacement than the WAHL :(
 
I use nothing but a cut throat now. Love it. Learning the steel is satisfying.
Doesn't shave anywhere near as close as a mach 3 and just irritates my skin due to having whorls on the neck - However looks cool AF when you're having a shave, I'm just not brave enough to manscape with it!
 
Yup, use my grandfather’s, must be close to antique but still take an edge.View attachment 434557

Nice!

Isaac Ellis & Sons disappeared from the Sheffield directories in 1932, when the Primus brand was sold, so at worst yours will not be far off celebrating its centenary.

Not sure how old the Dovo 27 would be, but they are still going strong as a manufacturer of premium straight razors:

 
Nice!

Isaac Ellis & Sons disappeared from the Sheffield directories in 1932, when the Primus brand was sold, so at worst yours will not be far off celebrating its centenary.

Not sure how old the Dovo 27 would be, but they are still going strong as a manufacturer of premium straight razors:

Thanks for that, nice to know.
 
i use double edge and a brush ... must try a boar brush ....

tried once with a cut throat i bought ... but the feel of that against my throat gave me the heeby jeebies !!!!
its spotted rust now i should try clean it up move it on to someone who would appreciate it

now recently started doing what little was left ontop of my head and using pitbull skull shaver for that ... not brave enough for razor yet

Paul
 
I use nothing but a cut throat now. Love it. Learning the steel is satisfying.
Tell that to "The Man From Ironbark" Smelly.

It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,
He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down.
He loitered here, he loitered there, till he was like to drop,
Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber’s shop.
‘ ’Ere! shave my beard and whiskers off, I’ll be a man of mark,
I’ll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark.’

The barber man was small and flash, as barbers mostly are,
He wore a strike-your-fancy sash, he smoked a huge cigar;
He was a humorist of note and keen at repartee,
He laid the odds and kept a ‘tote’, whatever that may be,
And when he saw our friend arrive, he whispered, ‘Here’s a lark!
Just watch me catch him all alive, this man from Ironbark.’

There were some gilded youths that sat along the barber’s wall.
Their eyes were dull, their heads were flat, they had no brains at all;
To them the barber passed the wink, his dexter eyelid shut,
‘I’ll make this bloomin’ yokel think his bloomin’ throat is cut.’
And as he soaped and rubbed it in he made a rude remark:
‘I s’pose the flats is pretty green up there in Ironbark.’

A grunt was all the reply he got; he shaved the bushman’s chin,
Then made the water boiling hot and dipped the razor in.
He raised his hand, his brow grew black, he paused awhile to gloat,
Then slashed the red-hot razor-back across his victim’s throat;
Upon the newly-shaven skin it made a livid mark —
No doubt it fairly took him in — the man from Ironbark.

He fetched a wild up-country yell might wake the dead to hear,
And though his throat, he knew full well, was cut from ear to ear,
He struggled gamely to his feet, and faced the murd’rous foe:
‘You’ve done for me! you dog, I’m beat! one hit before I go!
‘I only wish I had a knife, you blessed murdering shark!
‘But you’ll remember all your life the man from Ironbark.’

He lifted up his hairy paw, with one tremendous clout
He landed on the barber’s jaw, and knocked the barber out.
He set to work with nail and tooth, he made the place a wreck;
He grabbed the nearest gilded youth, and tried to break his neck.
And all the while his throat he held to save his vital spark,
And ‘Murder! Bloody Murder!’ yelled the man from Ironbark.

A peeler man who heard the din came in to see the show;
He tried to run the bushman in, but he refused to go.
And when at last the barber spoke, and said ‘’Twas all in fun —
‘’Twas just a little harmless joke, a trifle overdone.’
‘A joke!’ he cried, ‘By George, that’s fine; a lively sort of lark;
‘I’d like to catch that murdering swine some night in Ironbark.’

And now while round the shearing floor the list’ning shearers gape,
He tells the story o’er and o’er, and brags of his escape.
‘Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, By George, I’ve had enough,
‘One tried to cut my bloomin’ throat, but thank the Lord it’s tough.’
And whether he’s believed or no, there’s one thing to remark,
That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark.



Yup, use my grandfather’s,
He wasn't a skinhead back in the day was he?
 
i use double edge and a brush ... must try a boar brush ....

tried once with a cut throat i bought ... but the feel of that against my throat gave me the heeby jeebies !!!!
its spotted rust now i should try clean it up move it on to someone who would appreciate it

now recently started doing what little was left ontop of my head and using pitbull skull shaver for that ... not brave enough for razor yet

Paul

 
Tell that to "The Man From Ironbark" Smelly.

It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,
He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down.
He loitered here, he loitered there, till he was like to drop,
Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber’s shop.
‘ ’Ere! shave my beard and whiskers off, I’ll be a man of mark,
I’ll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark.’

The barber man was small and flash, as barbers mostly are,
He wore a strike-your-fancy sash, he smoked a huge cigar;
He was a humorist of note and keen at repartee,
He laid the odds and kept a ‘tote’, whatever that may be,
And when he saw our friend arrive, he whispered, ‘Here’s a lark!
Just watch me catch him all alive, this man from Ironbark.’

There were some gilded youths that sat along the barber’s wall.
Their eyes were dull, their heads were flat, they had no brains at all;
To them the barber passed the wink, his dexter eyelid shut,
‘I’ll make this bloomin’ yokel think his bloomin’ throat is cut.’
And as he soaped and rubbed it in he made a rude remark:
‘I s’pose the flats is pretty green up there in Ironbark.’

A grunt was all the reply he got; he shaved the bushman’s chin,
Then made the water boiling hot and dipped the razor in.
He raised his hand, his brow grew black, he paused awhile to gloat,
Then slashed the red-hot razor-back across his victim’s throat;
Upon the newly-shaven skin it made a livid mark —
No doubt it fairly took him in — the man from Ironbark.

He fetched a wild up-country yell might wake the dead to hear,
And though his throat, he knew full well, was cut from ear to ear,
He struggled gamely to his feet, and faced the murd’rous foe:
‘You’ve done for me! you dog, I’m beat! one hit before I go!
‘I only wish I had a knife, you blessed murdering shark!
‘But you’ll remember all your life the man from Ironbark.’

He lifted up his hairy paw, with one tremendous clout
He landed on the barber’s jaw, and knocked the barber out.
He set to work with nail and tooth, he made the place a wreck;
He grabbed the nearest gilded youth, and tried to break his neck.
And all the while his throat he held to save his vital spark,
And ‘Murder! Bloody Murder!’ yelled the man from Ironbark.

A peeler man who heard the din came in to see the show;
He tried to run the bushman in, but he refused to go.
And when at last the barber spoke, and said ‘’Twas all in fun —
‘’Twas just a little harmless joke, a trifle overdone.’
‘A joke!’ he cried, ‘By George, that’s fine; a lively sort of lark;
‘I’d like to catch that murdering swine some night in Ironbark.’

And now while round the shearing floor the list’ning shearers gape,
He tells the story o’er and o’er, and brags of his escape.
‘Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, By George, I’ve had enough,
‘One tried to cut my bloomin’ throat, but thank the Lord it’s tough.’
And whether he’s believed or no, there’s one thing to remark,
That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark.




He wasn't a skinhead back in the day was he?
Blimey John, I'd love to hear you narrate that!👍
 
Blimey John, I'd love to hear you narrate that!👍
Out in the bush by an Ironbark wood fire....blue coals!

Ironbark wood is a dense, extremely hard, and durable Australian hardwood with excellent resistance to termites, borers, and fire, used for applications like structural timber, decking, flooring, and firewood. Named for its thick, dark, deeply furrowed bark, it's difficult to work with but prized for its longevity in harsh environments. The wood's appearance ranges from reddish-brown to dark brown, with a straight or interlocked grain.
 
Out in the bush by an Ironbark wood fire....blue coals!

Ironbark wood is a dense, extremely hard, and durable Australian hardwood with excellent resistance to termites, borers, and fire, used for applications like structural timber, decking, flooring, and firewood. Named for its thick, dark, deeply furrowed bark, it's difficult to work with but prized for its longevity in harsh environments. The wood's appearance ranges from reddish-brown to dark brown, with a straight or interlocked grain.
 
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