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I've just dyed my hair bright pink again - it needed to be done - the faded candy floss colour just looked awful and unkempt. I was starting to turn into Boris Johnson, just without the right-wing views.
Still, what I have found out today is that Middlesbrough is not the type of town to be walking around as a guy with bright pink hair. I have been shouted at and laughed at by strangers who, under any other circumstance, would just have ignored me. This doesn't particularly bother me as it comes with the territory but WHY does it have to be this way? Surely the colour of my hair is irrelevant to anything. Sometimes I despair.
The other thing I noticed is that all these people were pillioring me from far away - either from the other side of the street or from cars that sped off rather quickly. Quite clearly these intellectually sub-normal people thought they were being witty and intelligent yet quite clearly they were cowards. They remind me of the 14 year old schoolboy who calls people a "wanker" on internet chatrooms behind the safety of his computer screen (and in my line of work, I've had enough of THOSE insults to last me a lifetime).
Still, a girl in Leeds commented on how much she liked my hair plus I have just booked tickets to see one of my favourite German bands, Oomph!, play Frankfurt in November as a special birthday treat (they are playing the evening before my birthday). Indeed it's going to be quite a week - spending my birthday in Frankfurt with Wolfie before returning to Manchester for the meet. Definitely something to look forward to *bounces*
Still, what I have found out today is that Middlesbrough is not the type of town to be walking around as a guy with bright pink hair. I have been shouted at and laughed at by strangers who, under any other circumstance, would just have ignored me. This doesn't particularly bother me as it comes with the territory but WHY does it have to be this way? Surely the colour of my hair is irrelevant to anything. Sometimes I despair.
The other thing I noticed is that all these people were pillioring me from far away - either from the other side of the street or from cars that sped off rather quickly. Quite clearly these intellectually sub-normal people thought they were being witty and intelligent yet quite clearly they were cowards. They remind me of the 14 year old schoolboy who calls people a "wanker" on internet chatrooms behind the safety of his computer screen (and in my line of work, I've had enough of THOSE insults to last me a lifetime).
Still, a girl in Leeds commented on how much she liked my hair plus I have just booked tickets to see one of my favourite German bands, Oomph!, play Frankfurt in November as a special birthday treat (they are playing the evening before my birthday). Indeed it's going to be quite a week - spending my birthday in Frankfurt with Wolfie before returning to Manchester for the meet. Definitely something to look forward to *bounces*
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Date: 2008-09-29 12:09 am (UTC)I vowed never, ever to return there.
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Date: 2008-09-29 12:17 am (UTC)What happened for you to need a police escort?! Sounds very drastic.
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Date: 2008-09-29 12:26 am (UTC)Stopped at Thistle Hotel with a few internet-friends at the time. Went out at night. After we split up doing different things, myself and one friend were in town, nobody around, except for one woman almost dying. She was obviously drunk but almost passed out on the cold floor.
Next time I'll know to walk on, but we stopped to make sure she wasn't actually choking on her own vomit or anything. She came around some, I checked she knew who she was and where she was, and she seemed well enough and able to get home. She thanked us, and we walked away...
...then she started shouting. "Where's my money!" "WHERE'S MY MONEY!"
Uh-oh. Then like rats out of the shadows, there were hooded chavs everywhere. She was moaning on, about us having nicked her money, someone tried to nick my phone, I wrestled him to the ground and got it back, my friend was probably pissing himself with fear. Chavs were saying call the police (to arrest us!) so I managed to call them somehow. The moment they arrived, everyone else disappeared instantly. It looked a bit worrisome for a moment but the police soon wised up when they saw we were decent people, and she was hideously drunk. Then she started going on about her monopoly money!
Police were very very apologetic, and drove us back to the hotel lest we get mugged. One of them seemed very remorseful - and urged me not to let it put me off Middlesbrough.
Well, sorry, it did. Every town has its chavs, but the police have never had to extend protection to me voluntarily. Ugh. Plus from the top of Thistle hotel the entire place seemed like one sprawling, hideous sea of concrete, far into the distance.
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Date: 2008-09-29 12:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-29 12:42 am (UTC)anyways ppl laugh or talk for nothing
show pic! k ill paint mine's green one day, but i might get fired, yes bosses are very picky
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Date: 2008-09-29 01:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-29 01:16 am (UTC)Double points if the attire at the time happens to be of a lycra nature - surely one of modern science's greatest's contributions to comfortable clothing.
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Date: 2008-09-29 02:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-29 03:34 am (UTC)-pics?-
Oh, and those 14 year olds behind their computer screens? I eat them for breakfast.(What can I say? Opossums like to eat garbage.)
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Date: 2008-09-29 07:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-29 07:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-29 09:11 am (UTC)Surely it should be, yes... I don't understand it, either. How small must a mind be and how insecure, anxious and fearful a person to not only think that the colour of your hair makes a difference, but to (verbally) attack you for it?
The mind boggles...
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Date: 2008-09-29 09:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-29 10:04 am (UTC)Doing anything that might single you out as a "poofter" (like dying your hair bright pink)is likely to get a negative reaction in places. Not to say everyone up north is like that, but that is something of the slight way of thinking up there.
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Date: 2008-09-29 10:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-29 11:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-29 12:08 pm (UTC)Just a few reasons, it could also just be that people up North are more much quicker to call out anything strange or different.
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Date: 2008-09-29 12:12 pm (UTC)Well, in fact, that's not what I mean, either. Why does *anyone* *ever* rag on someone else for having the wrong hair colour? If you think about it, it makes no sense - it's just light of certain wavelengths being reflected by organic material on your head due to certain chemical properties of said material.
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Date: 2008-09-29 10:26 pm (UTC)The story you describe I can quite believe happened in Boro. Things have improved over the last five years but getting involved in that sort of situation is probably not advisable. I know it's not great, but again there are many other towns across the country where similar instances occur. It's like anywhere though, some of the people here are the friendliest and most honest people you would ever wish to meet but then there are others who are the exact opposite. I guess that's the same in every town.
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Date: 2008-09-29 10:30 pm (UTC)Generally, I have little fear walking around this town which is more than can be said for a lot of other towns and cities across the country. It is also dependent on what you want - living in Henley would bore me to tears as there is no nightlife and no excitement. It's all based on opinion and skewed statistics (and I can prove that).
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Date: 2008-09-29 10:31 pm (UTC)It's not a bad place. Yes, it has its problems but generally it's okay. There is also a thriving (albeit small) gay scene here and last year our mayor publicly said he wanted to promote the gay scene. It is a forward thinking town, it's just a minority of its inhabitants aren't.
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Date: 2008-09-29 10:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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