I have spent the day being ridiculed about my hair. On Monday I had it highlighted - I emphasise the highlighted. The colour chosen for said highlights was a dark blonde, however it appears all and sundry think I am now ginger. In fact one friend, and I use the word loosely has gone from assuirng me on Tuesday that it was not ginger to spending today telling me it is ginger. I almost succumbed this evening to buying an all over dye and going completely dark blonde but then panicked and wondered whether it would just go bright ginger all over. I think the problem lies in the fact that although my hair is brownish with lots of grey (hence the idea of the highlights to cover the grey) there is an awful lot of red in it anyway, so the dark blonde highlights have just emphasised the fact. Well I have decided I dont care and will remain in this semi-red head state and if it is still as red at glastonbury then at least my friends will be able to pick me out from a distance.

Tomorrow I am going to my sisters for lunch - I have decided not to take the car and then I can have a good drink. possibly get drunk and then I won't have to remember how old I am, although I am not as old as some.

Also what is is about boys, men and playstation games (or any games for that matter). It brings out the worst in them all. Although watching some men practically reduced to tears because they are being beaten by a child is entertainment in its itself. So although I personally find the games boring the people watching opportunities they provide are endless.

If anyone happens to see the radio reporter tonight he probably wont be able to move because I suspect he has eaten the whole loaf of bread that he made this afternoon. Well if he ends up with stomach ache it is his own fault - I warned him not to eat it all.

I'm off to eat my dinner now - cauliflower cheese and roast potatoes.