I just remembered a mishap I had with my first electric shaver.
My dad gave me his old one when I was about 14 or 15. It was an ancient late 60s/early 70s bakelite-cased monstrosity, with twin four-bladed rotors behind two circular screens that you needed to really press against your face to get any result.
I shaved myself ok with it, took off what light dusting of bum-fluff I was sporting at the time.
But then I kinda liked the noise and the vibration, particularly on my throat, and the strange super-sensitive feeling my freshly shaved skin had.
So I just kept going. For a long time.
I didn't realise that what I was actually doing was shaving off layers and layers of my skin, until eventually I had removed a good portion of the entire front of my throat.
Once it all turned scabbed over, I couldn't laugh or swallow without a lot of pain and cracking the skin......
I actually have a cut-throat razor somewhere. But I've decided it's best that I keep it in the box. It probably wouldn't work out well.
Then there's the time I electrocuted myself by holding bare wires in a plug socket to make some busted curling tongs work because I was pretending they were a light saber......but that's another story.
It's a miracle I made it to 34, all things considered.
