November 06 2011
The older I get, the more particular I become about grooming. I may not look that groomed, but, boy, you’d see the difference if I let myself go. No, fair enough; you probably wouldn’t see any difference, but I’d feel it. Take glasses, which I’ve written about extensively here; it’s amazing how many prosperous men d’un certain âge opt for nasty, ill-fitting ones. Bizarre. And haircuts. It’s astonishing how many men go around looking like they’ve had their hair cut with a knife and fork.
Now, I doubt if many people who see me have any thoughts about my specs or my hair, other than vaguely to note that I still have some of the latter. But I’m most particular about hair, because it can go from neat and symmetrical to something like a barrister’s wig in a day, and I am truly uncomfortable once it gets wiggy – even if you often don’t notice. So if I’m late seeing Sarah Astley at Realhair in Chelsea Green (the best men’s haircutter in London, and I’ve tried ’em all), it’s as irritating as leaving my fingernails to grow a micron too long – another point of particularity.
A further grooming item driving me increasingly mad – white T-shirts. Being a “meeja type” who works mostly from home and mixes with scruffy technology people, I mostly wear jeans and T-shirts, which I like. But finding T-shirts whose necklines stay sharp and flat all day – nightmare. I’ve journeyed from Boss to Primark without finding the shirt I desire.
So to teeth. More important than any of the above, and widely left to go to seed. Good teeth need good brushing and flossing. Flossing, I covered on Technopolis TV in June, with the amazing Philips AirFloss, one of my top 10 gadgets ever.
Now Philips has this, the most expensive – and for me devastatingly effective – toothbrush on the market, the Sonicare DiamondClean. It may feel unpleasantly like having an angry bee loose in your mouth, but you come away from each brush with that polished, just-seen-the-hygienist feeling. It’s quite superb, and leaves you feeling orally pristine all day.
The DiamondClean’s charging arrangements are loopy, though. You can charge it, amusingly – OK, weirdly – via the USB port on your computer. Or by way of a stupid tooth glass, which I promise you will break on the bathroom floor within a month. But it’s still a fabulous product.