I was once ginger
I went to a fancy dress party as Vyvyan from the Young Ones.

The spray-in/wash-out hair colouring stuff didn't wash out.

I was ginger for 3 months. I recommend non-gingers to try it - it's an eye-opener.
( finnbar has officially retired, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 17:52, 1 reply)

I lost my virginity at a wedding party
A friend at work's cousin plays for an Irish rugby team (amateur), and has another cousin who's a jockey. I was sat at a table with four of them - all red-heads, got too drunk and ended up in a room with all four.

But this is a boring QOTW, so I refuse to tell the story.

So there.
(K.W.A. Knickers With Attitude, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 17:49, 3 replies)

Gingertastic
I find ginger haired people a real turn on.
.. something about them... i dunno.
Surely i can't be the only one?
Over a third of the people i have truly fancied the pants off/loved are gorgeously 100% ginger.
Sexy.

I have black hair myself. Opposites attract I guess?
(it's not hash mixed drops, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 17:48, Reply)

Ginger with a litigious nature and access to a cheap lawyer
I have a lawyer friend who when in doubt about the racist nature of any particular jibe, likes to insert "blacks" or "Jews" instead of the offending word to test the ambulance chasing prospects.

The results vary from sinister to hilarious, much like this thread.
(King Keepo has absolutely no idea what he's doing, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 17:45, 4 replies)

Ginger nation
I am ginger. So are 2 of my cousins, 2 of my nephews, one of my nieces, my auntie, my Granddad and so back into the mists of time.

We are built like brick shithouses, apart from the ones who grin constantly in a Hannibal Lecter way. Some of whom are built like brick shithouses.

What is this ginger prejudice of which you speak?
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 17:24, Reply)

Ginger Patches
At a friend's a while back now he tells me he's glad ginger skips a generation as his dad used to be a ginger before he went grey.

His mum shouts from the kitchen "He's still ginger in places!"

... Disgusted look between us.

*pop*
Back to Lurking for me.
(eggs and spam *insert witty sig here*, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 16:34, 1 reply)

My dear old Granny
She always said what was going through her head my granny did, but she didn't put it through the thought process 'til afterwards. Like the time when she loudly said "Oooh hasn't that man got an ugly dog" as the owner of a Crufts champion Staffordshire bull terrier walked past.

On seeing one of her granddaughters for the first time she said to her (ginger) daughter-in-law "What a shame she's got red hair".

Not a malicious bone in her body though, god rest her soul.
(Barnetboy, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 16:09, 1 reply)

I once went out with a Ginger girl.
She was completely fucking mental*.

My ginger step dad on the other hand is a decent bloke, so I am kind of torn on the matter.

*In a bad, hide the sharp objects kind of way.
(Bam Bam McPenis will change all this when he is fuhrer., Mon 1 Mar 2010, 15:39, Reply)

Fair and square
I had a go at sumo wrestling on Saturday night, and had my arse kicked by a ginger. So I'm not going to post anything derogatory about them on principle.
(Vice Admiral Sir Charles Cockbrush KCB MBE DSO, who is finding it increasingly difficult to log into b3ta.com wants to duck your aunt and kick your puppy, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 15:26, Reply)

Much like a story below
One of my friends Paul introduces himself to people with his ginger related nick name.

"Hi, I'm Paul but people just call me GT" He knows full well that GT is an acronym of Ginger Tosser. He just doesn't care.
( Peej, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 15:19, Reply)

My Ex's Mum is Ginger
My ex inherited everything except the hair colour, so she has the freckles, factor 50 when in the sun etc etc...

Is it Thursday yet??
(Kip, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 15:17, Reply)

Gingerbread
Unlike gingerhead, I can think of nothing bad to say about the tasty goodness of gingerbread.
(barrycounty, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 14:44, Reply)

Why yes, yes indeed.

( DukeEuphoria Comes highly reccomended, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 14:19, 2 replies)

This QOTW...
Having just spent a spare half an hour reading through some Ginger posts, I decided to go and make myself a cuppa in the staff kitchen.

With all things ginger swirling round my brain I noticed one of the new IT lads they’ve got working here who was busy heating up his soup in the microwave is actually a proper full on gingeformer. By that I mean he’s ginger in disguise. If you look at him in a certain light his barnet could almost pass as a rich deep brown. But no. As I stood and eyed him up suspiciously in the works kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil, him stood there waiting for the tomato soup to warm through, it was pretty damn obvious under the stark strip lighting he’d been hiding something from us all. Could be a deceptecon, I thought. Some kind of ginger decepticon…

“’y alright?” he said, noticing how I was staring at him with this odd look on my face.

I nodded slowly. “Yeeessssss…. I’m fine, thanks…”

He finished preparing his soup and fucked off to find a spare table to ladle it down his ever-so-slightly-freckly gob. I finished making my tea. Then I remembered the stash of biscuits one of my colleagues keeps hidden in the back of the cupboard. Helping myself to a packet I go and find a seat of my own. I’m sat on the next table along from the new IT guy. He looks up at me, I look across at him. We nod. Everything’s fine. Everything’s cool.

Then I remember my manners. He’s new, I haven’t introduced myself properly yet. He’s also just finished his soup and, I assume, he might be quite partial to a nice stack of biccys for afters. He catches my eye again. I raise the packet I’m happily munching on and then I say it, this QOTW still on my mind. I slipped up, and I blurted out far too loudly with a stupid peadoesque smile on my face:

“GINGER NUTS???”

Silence. Looonnnnnggggg awkward SILENCE…. Then the new IT guy stood up and walked away, taking his empty soup bowl with him. As he walked past I heard him mutter what I can only imagine was: “Prick…”

I looked down. I wasn’t holding a packet of ginger nuts. I’d been happily polishing off a packet of chocolate bourbons.
( SpankyHanky, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 14:01, 5 replies)

I Love Them Ginger Blokes
Um-ing and ah-ing over admitting it. But bollocks to it, why the hell shouldn't I admit it? Hopefully more of them will come over to teh gay, so I can get me my own.

I have no idea why it works on me, but a touch of ginger in there, and I'd let a guy do utterly shocking things to me. Very merrily too.

Most annoying thing about it is having to acknowledge you do kind-of fancy Prince Harry. It does nothing for my fervent anti-hunting credentials, and I'm sure he's an utter twat in real life too. Just a handsome, gorgeous twat. Bah. I hate myself.
(IChewCandlewax, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 13:52, 2 replies)

Oi, Nigger!
I know the racists here aren't very bright, and some probably suffer from more than a tinge of the old dyslexia, but really chaps...

Just because one word has the same letters in as another that doesn't make them the same now does it. The order matters rather a lot.

If you're going to hate, fear or belittle someone because they're a different colour to you, at least get it right.

Idiots.
( DukeEuphoria Comes highly reccomended, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 13:33, Reply)

Ginger
A new guy started where i work, he said my name's Chris but everybody calls me Ginge.
(Oscar, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 13:01, 3 replies)

Ginger
What a crap QOTW - So many more interesting suggestions available, can we get back to the classic QOTW - The funny / revealing kind.
(Bored In Work, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 12:27, 12 replies)

Getting contact with my son
Just been reminded of this one.

Back when my son was born, myself and his mother weren't speaking. She wouldn't allow me contact with him for the first year of her life, and all I had to go by were two photographs.

I showed the pictures to my sister, who pointed out that my young son might be ginger. Showing her usual sympathy, she quickly added: "I can knit him a little hat to hide it".

Aren't families great?

(Son has grown up to be mousy brown, like his Dad, and I get him at weekends now.)
(uncle whippity, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 12:22, Reply)

They stick together, you know....
A lovely couple I know have been married for years and have been unable to have kids. So they planned to adopt. He was fairly stoical about it all, pointing out that while they couldn't reproduce themselves, it at least meant there would be fewer gingers in the world (his lovely wife being of the ginger persuausion).

After intensive screening, they were finally approved as suitable parents. And ended up adopting two marvellous boys - one of whom is also a ginger.
(uncle whippity, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 12:17, Reply)

I've been dying my hair red
...since I was a teen. Had it all shades from fire engine red to copper to ginger to what it is now, which is dark red henna'ed (my natural hair collar is dark brown with white streaks of late.)

So I love red hair. On me and on everyone else !

There was a bloke in sixth form when I were a girlie who was built like a brick shit house, freckled like he'd sunbathed under a tea bag and had hair as red as a barn door. Went on to join the army and is still there from what I know. I never heard him get any shit for being ginger. I had the most disgusting crush on him which I believe he never even knew, although he was a good friend and very nice to me. But the most I got was a platonic hug. Sigh. Ho hum.
(womanwhocanonlylivewithdogs, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 11:58, Reply)

Gingembre (sounds better when the French say it)
A friend of mine has two teenage daughters, one with flame red hair, the other a golden ginger colour. They both hate their hair colour, one even dying hers an Amy Winehouse shade, which lookled terrible.

In years to come they will realise that their hair will be their crowning glory. My only problem is how to spell "ginger" in the version that rhymes with "singer".

Oh I just remembered that in my less enlightened school days I was anti-ginge; I had a mate with amazing copper coloured hair which went so well with black blazer and trousers of the school uniform he was known as Duracell.
(Barnetboy, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 10:28, 1 reply)

Unpainted Wasp
is the name my friend Gink (surprisingly another nickname - but one that even his parents call him) has tried to shake off by emigrating to Oz.

The man has so many freckles that even his skin is orange.
( @><|= w0nu!) or cunt to my friends, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 10:17, Reply)

The other half...
...is what I've come to call daaark ginger. I think it just makes him look cuter :)
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 9:26, Reply)

I have been victimised for being middle class, told I know nothing of prejudice
because I am male, hetrosexual, and white. Because I am not ginger either, I therefore have to assume that the only reason people don't like me is because I am a bad person.

At least gingers know it's not their own fault.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 9:20, 6 replies)

Thief
A series of repeated thefts from our hostel kitchen in Auckland NZ led to a stark note on the kitchen fridge:

BEWARE OF THE GINGER MAORI


Wise words indeed.
( bland is bland, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 6:09, Reply)

Red head protest
By Improv Everywhere.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FoPmd_wc7s8
(Ginger_Whinger got in the newsletter!! =D, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 5:33, Reply)

The Clash
I have a number of Ginger mates.

The A-Grade Captain of our local cricket side is one infact, as is a fellow fast bowler.

Enter a skied ball from an opposition batsmen and the cries if "mine, mine!" (from the two redheaded lads).

Result was two redheads running into each other, dropping the catch, and big laughs from us on the sidelines, pints in hand.

The title for my next brew for the Club's quiz night in a few weeks... "Clash of the Ranga's!" - a Red Ale to boot.

First post, be gentle.
Length? More like height of the ball prior to them ballsing it up.... 10m or so?
(raven19, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 3:13, Reply)

OK, I just remembered a funny
For 10 years now, I've been dying my hair ginge. Carol Decker ginge. It suits me, ok!

3 years ago, my regular hairdresser had a new assistant, and asked her to make up the colour. And my usual colour was on file (every 3 months for 7 years).

They finished my hair, final wash and cut and my hairdresser says the Vietnamese equivalent of 'oh fuck'.
My hair was pink, blond and green. The assistant had used someone elses color.

I refused to pay, left in tears. Went to work the next day with my hair tucked into a baseball cap. Got given 3 hours off work by the boss for an emergency appt with his wife's hairdresser to get it fixed.

I now do it myself. L'aureal Pomegranite.
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 0:27, 2 replies)