Am I Ginger?

Yes I am. There are probably not all that many people who will argue that they are, but I am one of them.

There have been a couple of doubts cast on my hair colour recently, with words like "brown" being thrown about recklessly. Then I mentioned it to Mumsie and her response was essentially, "You're not as ginger as me."

Ouch.

The fuzz were the first to question it. A couple of years back I got stopped and searched, by a highly pleasant and professional officer at Tower Hill tube station. It was only an hour or so later, when looking at the form he gave me that I realised he had put my hair colour down as brown. Brown! Outrageous.

There are 2 reasons I am talking about this. Firstly, I am bloody ginger! And secondly, I reckon the colour of my hair has made quite an impact on my life, and I'm reluctant to lose it. Having red hair makes you less likely to take offence, because if you did, you'd always be annoyed, and as far as I can tell, it's made me a lot more likely to resort to humour. So I wouldn't be half as funny if it wasn't for the ginger gene...