Do you wet shave? Have you noticed how quickly you seem to get through your rather expensive razor blades. In fact, if you thought about the reason you have binned many a blade, you might have realised it wasn’t because it had become dulled, but more likely because hair had clogged up between the blades.

I have now realised that Men’s premium razor blades (whether double or triple or quad) do not have enough space between the blades to allow hair to freely fall through when washing them out. The space is so small that very quickly the blade is clogged and is thrown into the bin. Men may be a bit stupid this way, but women certainly are not and companies such as Gillette know it.

That’s why I suggest you use a woman’s leg shaver for your chin. I currently use the Gillette Venus and it does a perfect job. You may even be able to see the distance between the blades is wider in these two images. The blade lasts for ages and I get a really good shave every time. Don’t be perturbed either by the fact that your razor isn’t the throbbing gristle power saw that swooshes around on the Gillette adverts. It might be powder pink or come in flowery packaging but you will never look back after the decent shave and blade lifecycle you get from a Venus.

Comet Holmes was a pretty understated but important example of how we are surrounded by a huge variety of stellar objects. Expanding to become the largest object in our solar system whatever happened to this comet must have been pretty dramatic.

Knowing that Comet Holmes was visible to the naked eye myself and some friends decided to go out on the Downs to do some star gazing. We found a great spot in a car park near Devils Dyke and started setting up. A couple of dubious cars were already lurking and we guessed this must be a dogging spot. When two women and three men got out of the car, the lonely sexual desperados must have thought their luck was in. As I got out my tripod they must have really got excited at the kinky potential of what we could all be doing. Unfortunately this must have been shattered when I setup my astronomical binoculars; and tea, biscuits and a hip flask of lovely whisky were passed around.

One of the doggers immediately left in obvious disgust, then after about ten minutes the final car departed but what was truly astonishing was that as the last car past us a bloke leaned out and shouted “GET A LIFE”. After an ironic chuckle, we continued to waste our lives looking at the infinite wonders of the Universe rather than participating in the fulfilling act of sticking our cocks through car windows.