This thread takes me back to when I was a lad of 5, I used to watch my grandad shaving, he was an ex merchant seaman who ran away from home and joined the merchant navy at the age of 14, he lived in one of the prefabbed asbestos built bungalows for lowly payed council staff in Reading at the time (they have since been demolished due to HSE) anyway, he would release his braces, unbutton his collar and fill the basin with warm water and salt!!! then he would proceed to screw his razor together with a "5 0clock" blade which had fingers on the edges of the razor body, and when he shaved, you could ACTUALLY HEAR the blade cutting, they were good old boys in those days, he also had a trunk at the bottom of his bed which he brought back from his travels which contained all sorts of things that a lad would be interested in, I loved sleeping over with them, my nan was blind, but by george could she cook some chips, and we think WE have it hard.
Rich.