I am no longer cursed. Why? Because I no longer have hair. No red hair to be precise. In my hippy youth I looked very much like the poor chap in the middle picture above, except sans the afro hairstyle. Yes, that's me in the last shot together with some beautiful creatures, circa 1980. Interestingly, and as I was in the Middle East at the time and the Prophet himself was supposed to be a redhead, the Arabs took me to their heart. But sadly in the West, generally men with red hair just aren't cool. Women are afraid to be seen with them. Young children point and run screaming to their mothers. Other men/boys beat them up. The plain fact is, you just can't look cool on a motorbike, at the bar, in a club or anywhere with hair that red. But for women it's a whole different story. They look hot. They are dangerous and passionate, powerfully individual, desirable and glamorous. Not fair, is it chaps? Hairpiece, as the late John Lennon said.