I don’t take a shower every day. So if you find yourself deeply offended by this statement, leave now, because it gets much, much worse…
Still here? Alright then – I don’t shower every day because it is not necessary. Only very stinky smelly men require a shower every day, and at no other time in history was a daily shower considered a necessity. My girlfriend confirms that I do not have a strong body-odour, my hair is not long, and I don’t sweat much. So for me – and for most of us – a daily shower is just a waste of resources and a result of watching too much advertising.
Of course, if I run or train or spend an afternoon lifting logs, I will shower afterwards, but most days I just tend to sit fairly still. And so when no log-lifting occurs, I shower every 2 or 3 days, and this works just fine for me.
However, a few days ago, I injured my back and had trouble moving. So now I have not showered in – eeek! – five days. Yes, I know, I know, it’s about time, and I will shower tonight, I promise. Anyway, back to the story – today, after dropping H. at his school, I went for my usual morning cappuccino at Café Nero and realised that my hair was really fucking irritating. You know how it is (well, maybe the Swedes don’t) after four of five days of not washing your hair, it gets itchy and fatty and damned annoying.
So I could stick it no longer, and I decided to wash it in the bathroom of the café. Oh yes, you may snicker, but it actually worked quite well. They had a large sink, and so I stripped off my shirt, plunged my head in the water, pumped out the soap and washed my hair. I dried it with some disposable hand-towels and – oooh! – what a relief it was.
So now I feel like a princess, and I would like to thank Cafe Nero for thier first-class hair-washing facilities. And as well as this, I have a little more insight into how it is to be homeless. Well, except for the whole not-having-a-home part…
/ paddy (cleaner and wiser)