A close-up of a goatsbeard seedhead from June 2011.
I was reminded of the ginger connection this morning when listening to a report on the Winter Olympics and a competitor being called ‘the tomato’ something or other due to his red hair. I immediately thought: no, ginger-haired people are more carrot-coloured than tomato-coloured – at least, in my family. Tomato references should be reserved for people like me – fair-skinned but whose faces turn red from embarrassment, too much alcohol, hot flushes – and so on, rather than being indicated by the colour of hair.
I would describe siblings in my family as more carrot-coloured – orange – rather than red. These days, I am more silver than red or carrot or auburn or brunette or …… whatever …… but the ginger connection persists.
The phrase ‘ginger whinger’ is possibly a footballing one from years gone by but definitely something from the 70s. I can say with some authority, however, that the ginger ones in my family are more fiery than whingeing. The whingeing is definitely reserved for me – not quite ginger and not quite fiery, but definitely ‘whingery’.
Happy birthday ginge.