It's not always easy being Ginger

At public school, everyone's got a nick-name, not many of the chaps had as many as I did. Some of them were alright, some were downright filthy, but the one that always returned was 'thick fucking ginge twat'. To make matters worse, I was the only ginger in the family, and the lads never tired of the old 'I bet the milkman's ginger' jokes. Oh, how I laughed.

When I was almost 13, my mum died in a car crash. My dad was never very good with the emotional stuff, and anyway, he and my mum had been living apart for a while before it happened. Gran was great, but being the only red-head at the funeral only made it clearer to me that I must have been conceived outside wedlock.

I fucked my A Levels and didn't really know what to do, so I joined the army. Thought I might see a bit of the world and get to shoot someone - might make me feel better. I used to get pissed quite a bit and go clubbing but girls didn't really feel comfortable around me.

I'd do anything to join in, once there was a fancy dress party - mainly army guys - so I thought I'd make myself the butt of all the jokes and go as a nazi. That went down like the proverbial lead balloon.

God knows what I'm going to do with the rest of my life now. My brother's going into the family business, but he's made it plain that there's not much room for me.

Any suggestions you lot?
(HRH Prince Harold Bow down to me you bastards, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:17, 2 replies)

What you need...
is to transform back into your lizard form, then re-materialize as a non-ginge.
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:22, closed)

Celebrity It's A Knock Out
Definately a winner if you ask me.
(Wagane, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 16:57, closed)