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Originally Posted by manah

The company was founded by Henry Godfrey Lamb Long. He first appeared in Sheffield directories in 1828, working from Arundel Street. By 1834, Wragg, Long & Co was listed as a merchant, factor, and manufacturer, which also dealt as a converter and refiner of steel. Long's partner was George Wragg, who lived at Stone Grove. Wragg, Long was based in Eyre Street and within a few years was dealing in table cutlery, besides steel. However, George Wragg died on 15 May 1841, aged 50, and the business

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I was getting ready to shave last night and picked out my weapons, my DD Golden Mandarin and my Thater Brush and hmm… lets see I’ll use Obie’s revenge (MDC soap) and finish with some Royall Spice AS. Well I’m lathered up and strop up the razor and start the first stroke down my chin and unnoticed the missus walks by and decides I’m in the way of her getting into the closet and slams the door into my back. Oh, sorry dear you didn’t hurt yourself did you? Why of course not the streams ...

I have really debated in my mind about blogging about the the new products I am developing, but decided to do so.

One thing I have learned in business is to listen to your customers. They will tell you your market and offer you kaizen ideas well beyond what you can think of yourself. This is no place for an ego. Your job is to listen. Personal pleasure and satisfaction comes from developing and implementing ideas in the highest functional and quality methods - irrespective of where ...

This morning I was getting ready for the usual daily shave and hmm..…let’s see, what razor shall I use today? Maybe one of the ones with the precious metal scales or one of those encrusted with precious gems or maybe the one owned by Napoleon or Louis the 14 or 15th (I can never remember there were so many of them) or perhaps the one Rasputin used or the one with the Kryptonite Scales (yea I can bend steel in my bare hands after using that baby). No I think I’ll use old reliable the TI Damascus ...

With thanks to Herman Melville.

Chapter 1: In Which Jimbo Goes a-razorin'

Call me Jimbo. Some time ago - never mind how long precisely - having little money in my purse, and nothing to interest me in the malls, I thought I would wander about in ebay and see a little of the straight razory part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the ever-encroaching melancholia that seeps into my psyche, and of enhancing the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim ...