A baptist and a creme brulée…
Saturday, June 14th, 2008I am scared of flying…. Just one of those things. So whilst sitting in the shed that calls itself Crete departures ‘lounge’, I decided to partake in one of my favourite activities - people watching. I glanced around, viewing the typical ‘airport collection’ of interesting people. I saw a couple to our right who had clearly attending the plasma physics conference (I will tell you about Mr Japan later). He was slightly hunched in a geeky manner with greying black hair, glasses, a slim build, beige trousers pulled up a little too high, a light blue shirt (tucked in), a navy jacket which was a little too long and sensible glasses. She was a little more trendy but complemented him exactly. They had to be baptists.
Opposite me were two sunburnt, hungover young lads in sports gear. They were quite unfortunate looking and not especially interesting so my attention was drawn to a long queue of passengers waiting to board a flight to Ireland. I reeled in astonishment upon noticing that ever other person in the line (give or take) had ginger hair!! Now, no offence to gingers, (I am blonde for goodness sake. I know how it feels!) but surely, if you are of the auburn complexion, you would not choose for your holiday, a place where the temperature is well into the 30s because, quite simply, you might just die. I gazed sadly along the line of transparent highly freckled figures and noted that their complexion after a week in the sun resembled a soggy slice of under-cooked eggy bread.
Then I chuckled and noted that there are a number of 50-something ginger women who go into a period of denial and decide to become blonde. Half blonde in fact. They only seem to dye the top of their hair, the result of which resembles something like a creme brrulée! Here I have a classic pair of examples:














