When I was a small boy, I drank a whole bottle of Old Spice aftershave and had to go to hospital. Or so the story goes. I'm not entirely sure how this was possible, since in my memory, Old Spice bottles only allowed a few drops out at a time, so I must have been sucking on that white plastic teat for ages. You might well ask "Was Old Spice so delicious to a 3 year old that he wanted to keep on suckling that bottle till he'd drained it dry?" To which I have no real response. An easier question to deal with is, "Where were your parents?" We all know the answer to that one: it was the 70s.
I do wonder if this early escapade put me off alcohol and stopped me joining the teenage drinkers in High School... I was vehemently tee total until I turned 21. Made up for it in the 90s, then quit at the turn of the Millennium for health reasons. Haven't touch a drop since: booze or Old Spice.
Back in the 70s, men only really had the choice of two aftershaves, as far as I can tell. It was Old Spice or Brut... which cost more, because you had to "splash it all over". Old Spice was my dad's choice back then, and it definitely had the classier advert...
The music was O Fortuna, the opening section of Carl Orff's Carmina Burana, which (like many people, it seems) I always thought was used in The Omen. It wasn't, but it was later used in The X-Factor, so there's definitely a satanic connection.
My dad stopped wearing aftershave when I was a teenager. But the scent of Old Spice still takes me back to my childhood... thankfully not my trip to Casualty.
Here are some songs that mention Old Spice... none of them are about Victoria Beckham or Geri Halliwell. (That gag wouldn't have worked for Emma.) This first one is particularly apt...
Sometimes I think about my daddy
And his Old Spice grin
Cleaned pressed shirts, and a farmers tan
Slaid Cleaves - Flowered Dresses
Time for a slightly less fragrant memory...
I can smell his cousin's Polo mixing with his grandpa's Old Spice and the
Swedish meatballs look so tempting that his two fat aunts might even fight
And I can taste the bleach on your breath
Covering the Old Spice and cigarettes
The businessman beside me smelt like Old Spice and ginThe lady to the left was talking about her grandchildrenTwo kids behind me were screaming for their momShe was screaming back, I wonder how come
I've known some arrogant worms in my time. I'm sure you have too.
Splashing on the aftershave was part of the ritual many young men performed in order to prepare for pulling... or trying to pull.
I took a fresh pack of Luckies
And a mint called Sen-Sen
My old man's Trojans
And his Old Spice aftershave
Often it was the scent of desperation.
There they go again,Covered in Old Spice,They think they will get the girls,'Cause they smell nice!
Still, whatever you think of Old Spice, it's got to smell better than Lynx. One more reason to treasure the good old days.
Drapes and quaff are all in placeOld Spice splashed on a fresh cut facеPutting on a tie of the old boot laceCreepеrs and a 30 inch waist
Even if the Old Spice did help you find romance, there was no guarantee it'd last...
Here's a little Old Spice you can put it on your pillow
In the spot where I used to lay my head
Ricky Van Shelton - Baby, Take a Picture
And even if it did, you'd probably stop wearing it after awhile. How long then before the infidelity sets in...?
Don't forget Hai Karate...
ReplyDeleteAh yes. They don't make 'em like that anymore.
DeleteMore satanic connections for O Fortuna: Ozzy Osborne uses it as walk on music
ReplyDeleteArgh Rol, I have such an image forming in my head of a toddler version of you sucking on that bottle of Old Spice. I guess it does look a little like a milk bottle and there's a joke in there about how your breath must have smelt rather nice but... well, I'm just glad you survived the ordeal....
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