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)

harmony dyes were the bane of my teenage years
i used one called antique rose, or some such bollocks. being a natural blonde, the fucker clung to my hair and wouldn't let go for almost a year. i had to grow it out eventually.
i never used that dye again!
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:38, closed)

I think that's what I used
dangerous stuff
( fluffymitten NAN, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:54, closed)