Joakim Lloyd Raboff

The Christmas Shave

This is me earlier today, just hours ago, really. It’s a rare selfie taken just before or after lunch at Sushiro, a popular Japanese fast-food restaurant chain in Bangkok. Anyway, last night I had some “manscaping” performed on my head and face, the results of which you can see above. It’s unusual for Charlotte to appreciate when I remove my goatee and stash and she sure didn’t like it this time either. My barber, Mr. Bamma or Mr Banana, I was clearly not paying attention to what he told me his name was after I’d paid the bill, did a pretty good job. He used one of those old-school, straight razors (aka cut-throat razors) for most of my head and face, but also an electric shaver for some of those hard-to-reach places. Prior to spending about an hour at the barber’s, I’d been to a shop further down the street where a kind lady in what I am guessing is her early 70s gave me both a manicure and a pedicure. Not at the same time. Though a month ago, I did experience having two ladies dedicate half an hour each to nail-shaping my 20 digits.