Stupidly enough I did.
So earlier I had this haircut in Darjeeling, where the guy pretty cut my hair with a razorblade in a scythe-like action like he was mowing down corn, but being the hairless wonder that I am, I forgot to ask for a shave.
On gettin to Delhi I got my shave in the streets from this street hairdresser who cut my mustache with...
A pair of scissors!
Bloody hell you just can't get the staff these days...
