Redheads Have More Fun

Well, it's over now. Lots of hilarity and over five hundred pounds raised. The lecture in rhyme by me is now just about an institution. Which makes sense if you think about it. Everything was going well until my good friend Paul got in on the act with his offer of a large sum of money to have my hair painted red. No problem, I thought, I have no paint. He did. And the money. And so he empted an entire canister or hair dye (or was it car paint) onto my bonce. So, for the rest of the lecture, indeed day, I was sporting a very dodgy red headed paint job. I had another (proper) lecture to give and I also had to nip out and do some shopping. At least I got served faster. But I'm not sure whether it was out of pity or fear.