I am sorry to have missed the Redhead Convention in Crosshaven, Co.Cork earlier this month,but I know they didn’t miss me, having no shortage of redheads to celebrate. The event, in aid of the Irish Cancer Society, featured carrot tossing, fire-eating and opportunities for blondes,brunettes and the black Irish to turn to the bottle and be a redhead for the day. The convention coincided with the Olympics and I like to think they awarded gold and bronze medals for Titan-tinted triumphs. No place here for silver although I think they did recognize a couple of now sandy ex redheads. Age does not weary the Auburn, but it definitely washes us out.
My bed is booked for next year when I will suggest they conduct temper tantrum trials, hold a drag Lucille Ball or Adele contest, and organize a cook off where every contestant must use a thumb of ginger–from the root, not from a redhead. There could be a contest to find the biggest freckle, the most freckles, and the freckle in the most unusual place. Who will open the Convention? Well, although the flame-haired Queen Elizabeth 1 is still not popular in these parts, I am sure the ladies of Crosshaven could find a role for Prince Harry.