I used to be friends with a girl who was mixed race and had grown up in Saudi Arabia
Now she was rather used to people being openly racist to her in Saudi however she wasn't prepared for what happened to her when she moved to the UK.

Not long after she arrived here she was walking down the street with a friend when a car full of young lads pulled up along side them. She mentally prepared herself for the racist comments she had become accustomed to. But they didn't come. Instead they were met with shouts of ginger, ginger.

I'd love to have a wonderfully witty line to finish with this but I can't think of one.
May be you can.
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Sun 28 Feb 2010, 23:14, Reply)

Reginald D Hunter sums it up quite well for me...
Have I Got News for You (14/12/09)

Jump to around 7:45...
(Mattle, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 22:21, Reply)

Yes
Is that an adequate answer?

EDIT as in I know people who have ginger hair.
(Pumba Look for the red flashing light again... no!!!!!, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 22:07, Reply)

I accidentally dyed my hair ginger.
Let me preface this story with a note that my hair colour used to be bright blond. It never went back.

~~ wavy lines ~~ wavy lines ~~

Right, so. I was 15 and a majority of my circle were all dying their hair some colour or another, mostly black or purple. I had to get on board. Unfortunately I was going through the hippy phase of my life, long hair, bright shirts, not washing too frequently.

But how could I let those nasty chemical polute my hair?

Well, I had a secret weapon. I already owned a bag of henna powder, which after adding the egg and lemon juice made a paste that created the most lush oaky-brown skin tattoos. Perfect.

So, I ran a bath, made a big bowl of henna paste, added an extra squeeze of lemon juice for good measure and began to cover my hair in the slop. To prevent the dye running and therefore turning me into a hippy David Dickinson I wrapped my head in clingfilm.

One problem...I had no idea how long to leave it in. Normally the paste is left on the skin for hours, letting it crust and flake. But hair?

I sat in the bath for a couple of hours, occasionally draining out a little cold and topping up with the hot, until there was no more hot water to be used.

Then I washed it out.

Monday morning at school was fantastic. That is if you weren't me and loved insulting people. Used Tampon was my favourite nickname.
(MrTeapot hasn't played with himself since, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 22:00, Reply)

Ginger Disapproving Mop disapproves of your disapproval of gingers.

( Wanderer, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 19:20, Reply)

Ginger nuts
Whilst not totally ginger I certainly have a little red in some areas.

My girlfriend, who every night I religiously make a cup of tea for at bedtime, still delights in childishly shouting down "Can you bring me up a couple of small ginger nuts as well"

Every bloody night, without fail.
(Mong The Merciless Older not wiser, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:48, 3 replies)

My sense of humour
As a pale, skinny chap with ginger-ish hair (now highly faded), I came in for a fair amount of ribbing from my mates, especially when we hit the beach. I took it in the humorous spirit it was intended, and gave as good as I get by drawing attention to their own bodily shortcomings (big ears, crooked nose and so on). Fun times.

But they were friends.

If a complete stranger decides to exercise his or her right to free speech by making similar remarks, I reserve the right to exercise mine by calling them a moron and telling them to fuck off. I have enough respect for others not to go up to people I don't know and mock their appearance, and it's not too much to expect the same from them.
(lolwhites, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:47, 1 reply)

Every ginger I have known
Has been able to down more alcohol than most, apart from one guy. Whether this is because of some kind of Irish drinking gene that also gets passed down with the gingerness, I don't know. Apart from one of my mates, let's call him P. This story is somewhat tangentially acquainted with being ginger.

Rewind back a few years. I'm out clubbing with mates, and we are all steadily getting pissed as newts. P is trying to match us, but as I am partly from Ireland and partly because I spent some of my teenage years drinking whereas P only started drinking fairly recently, he cannot match us. Eventually, after more drinks, it is only me, P, and two other mates, J and T left, as everyone else has either copped off or just buggered off.

We eventually leave, and call up a mate to give us a lift home because we're too cheap to get a taxi back and it is now pissing it down. The mate turns up, and we set off home, music blaring loudly, and all of us shouting at each other drunkenly.

I'm in the back with P, thankfully not in the bitch seat in the middle. I'm behind the driver, and P is on the left, behind J, who is wearing a parka. The music is really fucking loud, and to mine and T's sudden horror, P pitches forward, grabbing the back of the seat in front, and vomits copiously, yet strangely quietly, into the hood of J's parka which is hanging down. Then, being pissed up and evil bastards, we decide to say nothing.

Our mate drops us off at the end of the road, in the pouring rain, and as we all climb out of the car, J decides to pull the hood of his parka up, to protect himself from the rain...
(Ghost Atreides enjoying incontestable health benefits on, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:42, Reply)

Fluffymitten (below) has reminded me of a traumatic memory I thought I had buried...
Remember those temporary hair dyes that used to come in a toblerone-shaped box? They may have been called 'Harmony' or something similar.

When I was in the second year at school, I decided to jazz up my hair with one of these dyes, in a honey-ginger kind of shade. For some reason it reacted badly on me, and my hair went literally pillar-box red, and it wouldn't wash out! I think i must have washed my hair twenty times in one weekend.

As if it wasn't bad enough taking that hair to school on Monday morning, it also happened to be exam week - and my seat was right at the front of the exam hall. A whole week of exams with the entire class staring at my bright red head, and every invigilating teacher staring at my bright red face.

To cap it all off, I couldn't tell you how many people threatened to beat me up that week, because they said I distracted them from their exam papers.

These days my hair is turning steadily more and more grey, but on the whole, I think it's preferable to the way it looked that week...
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Sun 28 Feb 2010, 15:57, 2 replies)

Mr Caswell

Renowned for being a bit of a sarcastic I.T. teacher.
First week of term, and the new year 7's are all lined up outside his door ready for their first I.T. lesson. He opens the door, looks them up and down and says in his strong Welsh voice,

"Hmmm, there's a lot of ginger people in this class, aren't there? In you come kids".
( Turquoise Hexagon Sun has just dropped acid on, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 14:27, Reply)

Go ahead, call her coppertop. I dare you.

( Wanderer, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 14:07, 5 replies)

Wish tweren't but tis
Anti-ginger sentiment is far from benign, twinkled-eyed camaraderie. The tired downplay/'get a sense of humour' angle is easy to take if you've not been on the receiving end for your entire life. It's prejudice, and although 'prejudice' sounds distinctly like melodrama, while my hair colour has never lost me a job interview, it has gotten me beaten up and abused at length by a complete stranger without provocation. Difficult to classify it as anything else.

I've lived abroad for over 7 years and never once had so much as a snide comment. I doubt it went 7 weeks between some fat-tounged cretin (barely) managing to string a couple of derogatory syllables together at my expense. That kind of malicious undertone tends to impede people's ability to see the 'funny side' after a few years.
(wasps Optic Cockles, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 14:05, 8 replies)

God Children
My older brother was blessed with 2 children.
I was lucky to be godfather to the first, a lovely sweet blond girl.
My younger brother became godfather to the second, a lovely sweet ginger boy :o

Was going to get some just for men for him as a christening present but we thought that a little too harsh...

He's a cool kid though, just dreading when he goes to school and the insults start... I already have loads stored up :p

***edit: he wasn't a ginger bread boy, that's just weird, he has ginger hair.
(Something funny, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 13:20, Reply)

Dunno if this has appeared before on these pages..
But please stop the hate, you (well South Park really) have really pissed this
poor boy off, I dont think he or his crazy eyes can take much more
(hashorangutan is watching iCarly on, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 12:07, 2 replies)

L Ron Hubbard, a ginger, believed that red heads were a seperate species, descended from neanderthals.
This may be the real reason why Tom Cruise dumped Kidman.
( Dr Preference AjcuiVd289, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 10:07, 2 replies)

Eastern European Gingers
www.hotrussianbrides.com/lb_photos/216629/216629_2l.jpg
( The Scrunt Wants a Dozen Pints, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 8:16, 1 reply)

We go for a drink in the local pub...
I was with my ex-boyfriend at the time who is ginger, and we were with a few friends. We are sitting in this old run-down pub on a quiet sunday with our pints, trying to decide what to order from the food menu. When this man comes up to us, pats my ex on the shoulder and says.. "well done you, a ginger with friends!!!"
(VodkaMargarine When there is no Brandy Butter..., Sun 28 Feb 2010, 2:40, Reply)

I accidentally
dyed my hair auburn when I was at secondary school and even my best mate wouldn't talk to me (I was a dark blonde at that time).

She claimed I looked so different that she didn't recognise me.

I now pay someone to dye my hair so I can sue them if such a mistake were ever to happen again.
( fluffymitten NAN, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 1:38, Reply)

Half my family
Have been hit by the ginger stick. Thanks to my Great Nana.

None of them have been hit so hard as my 'cousin' (technically my Mum's cousin's daughter but they've always referred to us as cousins) who I think is trying to over run the world with chavvy, ginger children.

Last time I saw one of them he told me to; "Smile you cunt."

He was five at the time :[
(Melody was not PMSing on, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 0:03, 1 reply)

Greetings cards
You remember the hoo-hah around christmas about that ginger kids christmas card, don't you? The one that said "Santa loves all children, even ginger ones"? It got quite a bit of press coverage, with quotes such as:

'If it had been about a black child or an overweight child the store would have been shut down by now. '

Fair enough, if you had three ginger kids you wouldn't have much of a sense of humour either. Made worse by her boyfriend being unemployed and her looking like she runs the gaming racket on fucking tatooine.



This all blew over, of course, and after a few jibes in the national press it was forgotten. About a week later I was perusing christmas cards in WH Smiths in Brum and I found an absolute doozie. There are no pictures of this particular card on the internet, no complaints in the national press, etc., so I can't show you what it looked like. It read like this, though:

"Peter decided his new year's resolution would be to lay off the fags"

above a cartoon of a bloke behind a desk yelling "you're fired" to two blokes, hand-in-hand, with a speech bubble of "Oooh, get her!".

Yes, people. That's right. We now live in a society where homosexuals can have a bit of a chuckle at a joke at their expense and not get het-up by it, but titting gingers are demanding equal rights.

(Full disclosure: my sister's a ginger, so I'm probably a plague carrier)
( Ungersven would support SpankyHanky's patreon, Sat 27 Feb 2010, 23:31, 8 replies)

Top tip
If you've got ginger hair and are stuck for a fancy dress costume, dress entirely in black and go as a duracell battery.
( Gerbilinafishtank Gerbil in a fish tank...TURTLE POWER!, Sat 27 Feb 2010, 22:34, 1 reply)

One of the best shags of my life was with a ginger.
I met her in a pub in Cambridge where a larger number of us gathered for a beer or ten. Her name was Daisy which felt a bit odd as it was also my gran's name. We got on quite well and she invited me to visit her at the stables she worked at as a horse shit shoveller in Gratchester. What I didn't know was that she had got ready a couple of horses for us to go riding in the meadows.

I'm not good with horses. I recently worked as door security at a lapdance club on pikey night and I'd rather do that again than ever have to get on another fucking horse. We set off down a pathway and no matter how hard I yanked and pulled at the strappy things, the cunt would not turn. This resulted in my face getting slapped by branches every couple of yards. Eventually we got down to the river where there were few trees. I shouldn't have really complained about the branches as what happened next was far worse.

This bastard horse decides it's thirsty. So it drops it front legs nown the river bank and I'm now leaning as far back as I can and holding on for dear life but when this cunthorse bent it's fucking neck down to drink. mMe? I start sliding down the fucker's neck and straight into the river head first.

Eventually we got back to the stables where I was able to wash the mud and duck shit off. I wasn't a very happy bunny which is probably why Daisy offered me a pity shag in the hay barn. I remember as she was getting her kit off, I found myself stairing at these full bush ginger pubes poking out the sides of her knickers like a burst sofa. Bloody good shag mind.
( Captn Hood-Butter is not dead yet., Sat 27 Feb 2010, 21:48, 6 replies)

Disgusting
I hate gingers. The freckles, the rusty hair. The thought of their red pubed gashes makes me want to vomit. I'd rather fuck an old lady than a ginger. ...blaghh... truly disgusting.
( hismastersvice cunting flange-jammer, Sat 27 Feb 2010, 20:49, 7 replies)

Noah's Ark
My friend is a carpenter and promised me a place on his Ark when the world floods. I have also been drafted to find a stunning ginger woman to take with me on the Ark to keep, in his own words, "the beautiful ginger race going"

So which one is the best? Who should I choose? Help please!!
(Ginger_Whinger got in the newsletter!! =D, Sat 27 Feb 2010, 20:21, 2 replies)

Ginger
Easily my least favourite character in the Biggles books.
(Big D, Sat 27 Feb 2010, 19:21, Reply)

Henna...
Just so you know I've no problem with gingery people at all, infact i'd love to have natural red hair and I'm sure my mother still holds it against me that I wasn't born with our family's giner gene...

A little while back In my second year at uni a mate was throwing a good old fancy dress party and one of my housemates decided he wanted to go as the scarlet Peter Pan.

All fine and well, costume was fabricated complete with shorts covered in red leaves etc and far too much of him on display for most of our liking. Wanting proper red hair I (foolishly...deviously..) advise him to use henna. Hell i've never had a problem with it, we even followed the shop's advice on colour.

So I henna-fied the boy, suggested wrapping it in cling film overnight to intensify the colour and washing it out the next day just as I do. Sadly for poor, once blonde Olly this condemmed him to about six months of bright moreorangethananorangething hair until his girlfriend ordered him to get it cut off.

I'll never forget waking up to "err...is it meant to be this colour?" and secretly pissing myself laughing while attempting to reassure him. Ha! Serves him right!
(nettleface, Sat 27 Feb 2010, 18:51, 1 reply)

Chickens
For obvious reasons, I call my pet chickens the Ginger Ladies.
When I go out to feed them, I sing:
"All ma ginger ladies, all ma ginger ladies
If you like it then you shoulda laid an egg on it, if you like it then you shoulda laid an egg on it, buk buk burrk buk buk burrk buk be-buk burrk buk buk burrk..."
Just seems to fit.
( Peapod Has returned to the fold on, Sat 27 Feb 2010, 17:37, 7 replies)

As by way of clarification

Regarding the sardonic disbelief expressed at the existence of a red-haired child in the possession of 'chums' aka Ron Weasley, may I cast our minds back to William, Douglas, Henry and Ginger, of the Richmal Crompton 'William' stories.

But on a ponder-worthy note; do orangutans look so glum due to their red-haired, seemingly-no-mate existence?
(roysin, Sat 27 Feb 2010, 15:08, 5 replies)

Splorf
Given the username, it's pretty obvious that I'm a rusty nut.

Many moons ago, I was in the pub with a few mates, including a flame haired cracker from Donegal.

Someone was giving me grief about being a coppertop and Deb came to my rescue with this corker

"You know what they say, Fire in the head, fire in the bed...can you imagine if we got together, GingerNZ"

I could and I did, frequently.
(GingahNZ It's ok, I'm taking it back, Sat 27 Feb 2010, 15:08, Reply)

I love red-haired men
in fact, I have long cherished the dream that I will marry a red-haired Irishman one day.*
I have met two (that I wasn't related to) - one became a good friend, the other (a stomach-meltingly-gorgeous boy from Cork) I went on one date with, but sadly we ended up having no chat whatsoever.

Also, my little brother was born ginger (seven of my cousins are also of the russet persuasion.) I was delighted. Two months later all his hair fell out and it came back blonde, like me and the rest of our siblings. We're like a small Aryan island in the middle of our Celtic relations, which is unfortunate.


*anyone?
(jennymnemonic, Sat 27 Feb 2010, 14:38, 5 replies)