My Dad
...had a hint of ginger, mostly at the temples and in his 'tache, which seemed to become more pronounced as he got older.

However, to spare his feelings, his barber, Roger, always used to tell him it was a hint of blonde, which my dad happily accepted.

This caused me and my mum amusement, as we could take every opportunity to refer to his blonde-ness ...

'Have you got your sunscreen on Dad, because blonde people like you burn easily, don't they?'
'Dad, have you got any Scandinavian blood in you? You know - with being so blonde and all?'
...and when he cocked anything up 'Having a blonde moment?'

He mostly ignored it until one night on holiday when we were sat in a bar in Tenerife and had been making jokes about a really ginger woman sat a few tables away being his sister. He supped his pint in silence until he thought we'd finished, then tried to change the tack of conversation.

'Right, if you've finished, shall we have another drink'
'Ooo, yeah alright... I fancy a whisky and ginger... and Snowy will have a ginger beer...'

At which he stood up, picked up his wallet, and shouted

'I am NOT - FUCKING - GINGER... Alright?'

And started to make his way out of the bar through tables of stunned holiday-makers.

As he passed the ginger woman he suddenly realised everyone had taken notice, and in a tender gesture of conciliation, he patted her on the shoulder and said 'No offence, like, love', at which point Mum and I cracked up again.

I think he was secretly grateful when he finally went totally grey.
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Thu 25 Feb 2010, 13:15, 3 replies)

Ha!!!
First class stuff!!!
( SpankyHanky, Thu 25 Feb 2010, 13:20, closed)

Awesome
I think we have a winner already!
( Fat Fred too weird to live, too rare to die, Thu 25 Feb 2010, 14:08, closed)

All those pages...
and I finally come across a good story instead of just "I like gingers" and "I'm a ginger." Definite winner.
( kingoffools, Thu 25 Feb 2010, 20:28, closed)