You’d think I’d have got the hang of this by now.

I have a big red blotch on my face where I cut it with a blunt razor and I have no idea how it ended up like that. What I do know is that it’s the same place where I kept cutting myself months ago. I thought those days were behind me and it’s really annoying.

The problem with a cut on your face is that it’s on yur face. I don’t like it and I think there’s a reason why. In evolutionary terms it could be the first sign of disease. I’m cool with it because I can’t see it, unless I look in a mirror, or have to record a five minute video of myself – which I do. The best idea may be to give up shaving, but I tried that before, even after saying never again, so I can’t do that.

I’ll record this bloody video, because I need to do it if I want to follow this path to get a job. This is something I just need to push on with and make myself better. And I’m sure it is a good thing, but for a while it was a pain in the arse.

My little blotchy, scab face is nothing. I say nothing, but it might get worse because of an infection. I’ve never had an infection from shaving, but you never know. But if you were living in a place where signs of ill health are a major worry, then you have problems. That place was China. So far 14 cities are in lockdown. There’s a very bad virus kicking around over there and China exports lots of its students around the world. In short, things could be as bad as Sars, or bird flu could have been. If I saw someone with a fever or just looking unwell, I’d start to worry. Luckily, blotches on the face isn’t one of the symptoms – yet. And the cause of this? Bat soup! Possibly.

All in all, my slight facial disfigurement is nothing in the scheme of things. But I think I should have expanded on the bat soup angle – which I won’t. What I will think about is the reason food standards are a great idea and strange supersticions are not only ridiclous, but very dangerous. And all I can hope is that the modern world keeps a close eye on this kind of thing.