Lately, I've been using my soap to wash my face. It's really creamy and lovely, and then I've been using organic olive oil as moisturiser.
The idea of avoiding using chemicals on my face is very appealing, and opting out of another kind of marketing sell just makes me feel all happy and socking-it-to-the-man fantastic.
Of course, there are risks. One morning, George Colambaris might appear, roll me in a parmesan crust and pop me a in low oven for forty-five minutes. The other risk is that I may not be keeping myself at peak marriage-hotness. Yes, it's true that Keith thinks the joy of marriage is to let oneself go. And he's not one to have his eye turned.
But what about all those nubile young lady-geeks at the solar lab, showing just a hint of lacy pocket-protecter as they lean seductively into the plasma-enhanced chemical vapour-deposit machine?
I shall stay alert, but not alarmed.