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We now have our very own King of Shaves jingle courtesy of LoveJingles:

We are also enjoying Mr Love's biog and his ideas:

"My name is Love - born and raised in a hippie collective and both of my parents were musicians. Early on, I was fascinated by Jimi Hendrix so I joined music school at the age of seven, learning to play the guitar. As a teenager I spent most of time playing in various bands and I then moved on to become more involved in the more technical aspects of music. Today, I'm a sound engineer running my own business. Previously I used to only perform for my girlfriend but in late 2009 I decided to take my act online and start offering jingles to the world."

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Less than twelve weeks to the big day and counting. You know how Christmas creeps up on you every year and then suddenly it's here? Well, marathon day feels ominously similar. For such a long time it was just a dim and distant dream on the horizon. Now however, reality has well and truly kicked in. I've got twelve weeks to try and convince my body that it can run the 26.2 miles of the most popular marathon course in the world. Just as daunting is the fact that in the same time am I faced with trying to raise £2,000 for my chosen charity, Macmillan Cancer Support.

In an attempt to kick start the fund raising I contacted my local paper to see if they might run a story, my story. For anyone who hasn't come across my blogs before, I suffered from an eating disorder for some twenty years, during which time I became a weak, friendless, recluse. My wake-up call came after suffering pneumonia and a collapsed lung in 2008. Thank goodness I am now 99.9% back to full health. I have been given a second chance in life and I don't intend to waste it.
The paper ran the aforementioned story (front page job and all!).
Within 24 hours I was staggered to receive a call from the paper to hear that a couple of people having seen the article, were keen to sponsor me. These were people that I had never met before but, were willing to pick up the phone and call the paper to find out how they could support me. I spoke to the individuals and was staggered that they found my story somehow inspirational. This was incredibly humbling because I had always thought that I had simply wasted a large part of my life.
One particular pensioner said that she had often seen me over the years and wondered what could be wrong. "I didn't know if you had Cancer or Aids or something like that", she told me. "I think it's amazing what you are doing".
Over the past few days I have been reflecting just how incredible human beings really are. On one hand we see suicide bombers willing to throw themselves into crowds ending their own lives and those of innocent others, whilst at the same time, people of the same species can display incredible courage and strength (take a look at Haiti), and will give whatever they have to help their fellow human beings.
OK, there are some really nasty people about but, my marathon experience has without doubt driven home that there are a lot more really genuine, kind-hearted and truly inspirational characters out there. One must appreciate that money is still pretty tight for many people but, that hasn't stopped them wishing me well for London and providing real encouragement.
I went to see 'my pensioner' on Thursday evening. I spent an hour and a half listening to her stories of days gone by and why she wanted to make a donation to Macmillan. Somehow, my story had cheered her and she genuinely wanted me to succeed - for my sake, not for anyone else.
I have no doubt that when the legs are no longer communicating with the brain on the 25th April and the finish line still seems like hundreds of miles away, I will draw upon these words of support and encouragement . Knowing that every step raises a bit more money is a huge motivation.
If you would like to be a part of my journey please donate whatever you can. Every pound goes towards making a real difference to real people. People like you and me.

If you would like to support Ian click here

It's that time of year again when we want to know what you think.

Please take 10 minutes to fill in our very quick survey and what's more we will select 25 respondents at random to win £20 worth of King of Shaves products.

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A Happy New Year to all KOS visitors. For anyone who has missed my previous blogs, I am in training to run my first ever London Marathon, which this year sees a change of sponsor from Flora to Virgin. I hear Mr Branson intends to run on 25th April along with the rest of us so don't be surprised if you see Virgin trainers in a sports shop near you soon!

Next, I need to say a big thank you to Sir William Cubitt. Why? Well, Bill was good enough to create the treadmill back in 1817. Initially used on inmates in prison as a way of reforming them, the treadmill has now become a staple in even the most basic of gyms. When it's below zero for the umpteenth day in row and the ice is glistening on the frozen roads, the sight of a treadmill can actually generate tears of affection.

OK, I'll admit treadmills are rarely set in amongst the most spectacular of scenery. Apart from the occasional well toned female passing en route to the cross trainer you either gaze at the wall or try to decipher what's on the wall-mounted television by moving dangerously near the edge of the treadmill belt to see around the person who's on the cycle in front of you. That said, the treadmill offers the opportunity to get miles under you belt when the weather suggests venturing outside is not the best option. It also allows you to push yourself in a way that road running doesn't always do.

Who hasn't played mind-games with treadmill? With five minutes left on the clock you dare yourself to up the speed....14.5..."Oh hell"...14.5...."How long is five minutes?"....15.5...16.0..."If the clock doesn't stop now I'm gonna fly straight off this machine and crash into the back wall".

I hope everyone out there had a great Christmas. I'll tell you what, that Santa bloke really knows his stuff. No sooner had I signed up to run the marathon than Father Christmas decides to replace all the usual presents (alcohol, chocolate and slippers) with incredibly 'useful' things like running shorts (x 2 pairs), running socks (x 3 pairs), cold weather running tops (x 2) and new trainers (x 1). Somehow I think others are taking my attempt seriously!

Soon after tearing into the Christmas goodies under the tree and boosted by the plethora of new gear I did the unthinkable. I donned a pair of shorts and running top, supplemented this with a ridiculous Mickey Mouse hat and length of tinsel and set of for a very brief circuit of Hereford city centre. Fortunately there were very few people about but, I did worry that the elderly lady pensioner who drove past me would end up in the hedge as she tried to contain her laughter!

Although praising the virtues of the treadmill, there is nothing like a run out in the Herefordshire countryside and armed with hat and gloves (why do gloves never keep my hands warm? and why do I look such a prat in a bobble-less hat?) I completed a fifteen miler on New Years Day to welcome in the 'Teenies'. Thankfully, despite one too many the night before I felt good and relatively pain-free. I hope this continues.

With less than sixteen weeks until the big day staying injury-free is the name of the game.

Until next time, check out the photos and enjoy a laugh at my expense!
Even better, if you can spare a few quid to help me towards my £2,000 total for Macmillan Cancer Support, please visit my JustGiving site here

Ian

At least KOS makes it more pleasurable!

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Well pop pickers the curtain has come down on our campaign to find the ultimate songs which bent the rules and we can reveal the top 10 tracks:

10. Radiohead - Paranoid Android
9. The Who - My Generation
8. Prodigy - Firestarter
7. Michael Jackson - Thriller
6. The Undertones - Teenage Kicks
5. Led Zepplin - Stairway to Heaven
4. Kings of Leon - Sex on Fire
3. Eminem - Stan
2. Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody
1. Sex Pistols - God save the queen

You can listen to the full playlist on Spotify by clicking here.

(if you don't have a Spotify account you will need to sign up to listen and sadly we cannot control the availability of Spotify accounts)

Or check out No.1 Johnny Rotten and the Pistols here:

King of Shaves promises to provide a sleigh-load of Christmas sparkle with these sensational grooming gifts this Christmas available at Boots and Sainsbury's nationwide (RRP £4.99).

However if you want to avoid the Christmas crowds and shop online for all your King of Shaves favourites this month visit www.kmishop.com. Whether it's a gift for those hard to buy for people or something to keep you polished this party season we've got Christmas wrapped up.

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Here is part 2 from King of Shaves very own Marathon Man as we get behind bond holder Ian Sockett's bid to run the 2010 London Marathon.

"Well, things are moving on steadily and the miles are starting to creep up. Three weeks ago I decided to drop the usual Monday night gym circuit and hit the treadmill for the whole session. I thought if I could get ten miles under my belt then it would be a step (or stride) in the right direction. I suffered my first stress fracture in the summer so it's been a long gradual build up over the summer with several nervous set backs as I tried to push that little bit too far. Treadmills aren't the most stimulating form of exercise. Even with a bit of Kylie, Madge or Oasis to keep me company on the MP3, looking at the wall in front soon loses its' novelty. Anyway, typical of me, eyes bigger than my belly, run before you can walk and all the rest of it - I got to ten miles and just had to move the goal post to thirteen. It was a long night and a late supper - I'll say no more!

The Monday night 'gym run' (back to ten miles) has now become a routine.
Sunday 29th saw me move outdoors for my first winter run of the season. What a day to choose! The words 'drowned rat' come to mind. After fuelling up on a big bowl of porridge (I now consider myself an expert on 'slow release carbs' as the professionals call them) I headed out on to the cold, wet, dark (fair do's I don't think it ever got light in Hereford on Sunday) roads.

For those of you who don't know Hereford it's very picturesque but half a mile out of town and you could be in the middle of Dartmoor. With only the patter of raindrops and the odd bit of road kill for company it can get quite lonely.

And then good old Mum, support team extra-ordinaire breezes past in the car to offer some much needed encouragement (Thanks Mum!). Fifteen miles later (measured on one of the many internet route planners which save a fortune in petrol) I sprinted (OK, OK, so I'm using a bit of poetic license), up the drive to arrive at my destination - home. Once the hands had come back to life courtesy of a nearby radiator, the endorphins took over and I felt something akin to mild elation.

I can't quite imagine what a further eleven miles will feel like but, there's another five months left to get used to that!

No news yet of any takers to help me become 'Razorman'. I need someone to design me a costume so that I can become the first runner of the London marathon dressed as a razor by way of thanks to King of Shaves for their support.

Until next time, please visit my Just Giving site here.

On the 10th of December King of Shaves will be parking up the Azor Battlebus - the all action shaving emporium - at Twickenham for the annual varsity match! The bus will be open during build up to the big kick off at 2pm with the Azor shaving team offering complimentary shaves, shaving hints and tips, the chance to purchase King of Shaves products plus lots more. To get yourself tickets simply click here.

As promised in previous posts on this blog, here is a link where you are able to sponsor friend of King of Shaves Ian Sockett's attempt to run the London Marathon!