Thursday, May 14, 2009

The Boy on the Bus

You know when you're driving along and you see the back of someone - usually a slim woman with tight jeans and one of those swinging pony tails.

You just have to turn round and look at the front don’t you?

Yesterday there was someone in my favourite front seat upstairs on the bus. So I settled for the seat behind.

I found myself staring in fascination at the hair of the lad in front. Red is the wrong word to describe it - this was not ginger - no similarity to Chris Evans.

It was russet, chestnut, titian, auburn - the gentle curl was beautiful - no frizz, just soft, undulating and sinuous. It turned up gently behind the ear and I wanted to touch it.

I was very close.

I longed to see his face but I could only glimpse a few freckles. During the ten minute bus ride it became an obsession.

We reached Owens Park and he didn't get off with the hordes of students. My stop was approaching and he was showing no movement. I had to go down the stairs and alight.

I looked back at the top window.
He had a very ordinary face.




Blogger Mopsa said...

Does anyone have it all? Youth, gorgeous hair and freckles is enough for any man. Bet his Mumma loves him.

8:45 am  
Blogger Scarlet-Blue said...

Well at least he wasn't a she.

9:10 am  
Blogger Dave said...

I'm still waiting for someone to run their fingers through my hair.

10:04 am  
Blogger KAZ said...

That hair raised my expectations.

Hmm - yes.
But that hair was wasted on a bloke.

(Resists temptation to mention Dave's receding hairline)
I could oblige - but I'm sure you'd prefer Scarlet's tender touch.

10:23 am  
Blogger Lulu LaBonne said...

I too get mesmerised by lovely hair and have to be restrained from touching...

11:59 am  
Blogger Rog said...

a pity it wasn't actually a pony tail. You could have called this post "A titian to de tail".

12:18 pm  
Blogger Geoff said...

I don't want to look ever since seeing the Aphex Twin Windowlicker video.

1:15 pm  
Blogger Vicus Scurra said...

Red is a colour. Those other words you used aren't.

1:24 pm  
Blogger xl said...

Every day I get in the queue (Too much, the Magic Bus)
To get on the bus that takes me to you (Too much, the Magic Bus)
I'm so nervous, I just sit and smile (Too much, the Magic Bus)

Magic BusThe Who

1:56 pm  
Blogger KAZ said...

It's OK- I don't think we can be arrested for it.

I do try to give de tail my a titian.
I keep running round in circles and getting nowhere.

It wasn't a lot like that
Much more outrageous!

I'm sure Mr Dulux would agree with me.

I'm singing along with you.
We have big blue 'Magic Buses' on our route.
But they are Magic in name only.

2:34 pm  
Blogger MJ said...

I clicked on your "Kaz the pervert" tag only to find that this is the only entry.

You will have to rectify that.

3:01 pm  
Blogger Rol said...

I was imagining different endings to this story. My favourite was the one where the front of his head was exactly the same as the back. And then you started screaming and never stopped...

3:26 pm  
Blogger tony said...

So Much For "Blonde's Having All The Fun".
Actually I was expecting it to be Paul Scholes............

4:40 pm  
Blogger Steve said...

A fascinating syrup is better than nothing I suppose... maybe he'll meet and fall enough with a hair dresser or at the very least a wig maker...

6:33 pm  
Blogger KAZ said...

I'll write about Filthy Fridays.

That reminds me of the Magritte painting - man looking in mirror sees back of his head.

Now Paul Scholes is most definitely ginger - which is OK for him - but his barber should be shot.

Actually his hair was exactly the colour of Golden Syrup (Tate and Lyle's of course).

8:15 pm  
Blogger zIggI said...

'ordinary' is in the eye of the beholder

8:26 pm  
Blogger Kevin Musgrove said...

Come on, Kaz, you're talking all around it...

...what was his bum like?

9:26 pm  
Blogger garfer said...

Tempted by a ginge? Was he as attractive as the lovely Mick Hucknall?

Have you considered therapy?

10:26 pm  
Blogger Ponita in Real Life said...

My mum had dark auburn hair.... gorgeously rich colour. All of her red-haired offspring are gingers through and through.

And I am not one of them, by the way. I have dark ash blonde hair... same as my dad's mum.

Um... let me clarify that... I am one of her offspring, just not one of the gingers. :-)

1:53 am  
Blogger KAZ said...

True - he could never live up to what was in the mind of the beholder.

His bum was placed firmly on the uncut moquette of the bus company and will ever remain a mystery.
Not that I would be interested - of course.

Mick Hucknall?
I may be tempted as Piggy isn't returning my calls.
OK - know any good therapists?

How interesting.
I'm wondering wether you felt blessed or excluded.

8:36 am  
Blogger Scarlet-Blue said...

Ha ha ha...! I'm not going to say anything about ginger denial *sideways glance at Ponita*

4:35 pm  
Blogger Madame DeFarge said...

As someone with auburn hair, I've rarely seen the appeal of men with similar hair. Just seems too incestuous somehow. But there have been a couple of chaps whose hair was truly lovely and of which I was envious.

6:55 pm  
Blogger KAZ said...

I wonder if MJ knows about Ponita's non ginger genes.
She won't hear it from me.

I'm sure you are a pre Raphaelite masterpiece.

9:07 pm  
Blogger The Poet Laura-eate said...

Isn't that always the way?

The more romantic someone looks from behind, the more pedestrian they turn out to look when they turn around.

11:21 pm  
Blogger Ponita in Real Life said...

I *do* have ginger genes, (obviously, if my mum was one...) just not thoroughly expressed. I have a few really dark red hairs on my head but for the most part, the majority are dark blonde.

The nether regions are NOT gingers at all... :-P

Don't feel excluded at all! Just glad I don't burn like the gingers do... I like being outside too much!

11:12 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yes, like a captivating radio voice, then you see them...meh.

2:03 am  
Blogger KAZ said...

We build up expectations.

That's the real downside of gingerism.
My skin burns easily - but nothing compared with my red headed friends.
In the days before factor 30 they just had to cover up all over including the feet.

Ah yes - the 'face for radio'.

11:43 am  
Blogger inkspot said...

The ordinary front is such a relief, it takes the pressure off. But if it had been a gorgeous girl - we would have totally cheered you on.

10:18 pm  
Blogger BEAST said...

I am disgusted at the gratuitious mention of Mick Hucknel .....put me right off my cornflakes
I was once wandering down South Molten Street , as I passed two Essex Girls. I heard one say to the other
"I just saw that Mick Hucknel coming out of Moulton Browns"
The other squealed
"Ugly c*nt inhe"
Then they sauntered on cackling

9:52 am  
Blogger KAZ said...

An interesting summing up of the situation.

Apparently, he was such an Ugly c*nt that his mother abandoned him as a child.
In fact, inspite of all his millions, I often find myself feeling sorry for him.

10:51 am  
Blogger BEAST said...

Kaz , thats awfull , I feel like a terrible shallow person now!

6:38 pm  
Blogger KAZ said...

Hold on - I'll go and get you one!!

9:51 pm  
Blogger Flaming Nora said...

Kaz, before this gets out of hand, try Man-Totty Monthly. Available from all good newsagents.

11:48 am  
Blogger Istvanski said...

Yes. ManTotty monthly - where the talent doesn't look like the back of a bus.

12:48 pm  

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