I had quite long hair back in 1998, it was getting a bit daft and I was trying to decide what to do with it. A few pints later and a bet of £12 from my Conic Systems work colleagues and I thought that I would give it a go at being blonde.
Rose was having nothing to do with it so I managed to persuade Zoë Selkirk (wife of arch nemesis John Selkirk) to come round to the flat and do it for me. It was meant to be peroxide blonde, yet I managed to come out looking like The Honey Monster:
The photograph at the top is by no means a fake, there is no technical wizardry of the nerdth degree going on. My hair did look like that, well for 15 hours anyway, until I got buddy Paul Reid to give me a right going over with the clippers.
For the record, the dye cost more than the money won for the bet and you should have seen the looks I received from the folk in Portobello High Street as I made my way to Newington that morning.
And then, four years later, David Beckham gets the same hairdo and it’s apparently stylish!