KAZ

I’ve always loved the colour Purple - no not the book or the film where Oprah was the fattest woman in the world instead of the richest. And I don’t mean that lot in the pic either. I never saw them - though I did see ‘Ritchie Blackmore’s Rainbow’ at the Apollo.

I think that was the day I lost most of the hearing in my left ear.

But I’ve always thought it suited me. After Black ,white and grey it has always been my favourite colour.

Now you know I don’t go into Primark to buy stuff - of course not - it’s just my route from the bus station to Market Street. But what can a girl do when they offer money to take the stuff away? So, I selected this purple top effort which looked promising.

Then I sort of gingerly edged my way into view of this mirror where a chubby Manc Asian lad was admiring himself in a puffa jacket. I smiled to excuse my pushiness and he smiled back.

I held the top up to my chest.………….

........ Then ..........

‘It’s not your colour’ he said (with such a nice smile).

‘But I love Purple'

‘You’d be better in pale yellow or baby blue’

WHAT??

Me?

In Pastels?

Not since I stopped moving about on all fours.

He asked me what I thought of his jacket. I was kind - chubby lads and chubby jackets do not cut the mustard.

‘Find a longer one’ - I said.

So I returned the Purple top and considered his words.

He was right wasn’t he?

It’s the hair. It used to be dark even though my eyes are blue (ish).

Here is a selection of Kaz’s hairstyles - from Pauline Prescott to Billy Idol in 20 years.

So - Beige? Ecru? Oatmeal? Taupe?