Author Archives: Brian G Ross

Back in Print…

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Although a press photographer didn’t show up to document the hair dye process, as originally intended, I did manage to secure an article in that very same local newspaper – The Evening Express – about the event. It was in yesterday’s edition, which marked my first publication in quite some time… but that’s really another story for another time!

I had a telephone interview with a lovely journalist there called Donna, who fleshed out the details of the write-up with me. She was very easy to speak to, and made the whole process extremely simple. Hopefully the added publicity will be good for a few more donations. If not, and this is the end of the charity drive, I have still managed to grab over £1,000 in less than a month, and I’m happy with that number.

Over two weeks on, and the hair has settled in to a rather striking shade of baby pink, with both the peroxide and my natural colour showing beneath it in varying degrees of strength depending on which part of my head you’re looking at. I really don’t notice it anymore, and at least it covers up the growing number of grey straggles I have for a while.

I’ll find a quiet moment and talk to The Girlfriend©… maybe she’ll let me keep it.

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Twenty One Years Later…

HBKI have been a fan of the WWE and the product it puts out since the early nineties – back when it was called the WWF, before those animal protection guys got all uppity and decided to take them to court over the name. Guilty pleasure, perhaps, but we should all be permitted a few of those.

Admittedly, the wrestling that company produces – or sports entertainment, as chief Vince McMahon wants the world to call it – has not been the greatest in recent years, but I have long loved the personalities and the check-your-brain-at-the-door storylines. It’s simple, and if you can wrap your head around the fact that the match results are pre-determined and everyone is just playing their part, then you can certainly have a lot of fun with it.

Shawn Michaels is my favourite wrestler. I enjoyed his attitude, his style, and his skills between the ropes. He retired in 2010 after twenty-five years in the business, and that’s just how it stayed until earlier this month when he found himself back in the squared circle, performing on the very controversial Crown Jewel show in Saudi Arabia. I won’t go in to the politics of it all, because that’s not what this is about, but suffice to say that 53 year old Shawn Michaels’ much requested return to the ring left me with a bitter taste in my mouth, despite the fact that his performance proved that even at his age, he still has… it.

imagesA few days ago was the twenty-first anniversary of another controversial broadcast (albeit, for very different reasons) that Shawn Michaels was heavily involved with – the 1997 Survivor Series. In the final ten minutes of his title match against defending champion Bret Hart at the annual pay-per-view, the audience in attendance and those watching at home suddenly saw an entirely scripted production become real. What happened then will forever be known in wrestling circles as the Montreal Screwjob. More has been written about that over the years than the legitimacy of the Apollo moon landings so I won’t add my two cents here, but if nothing else, that incident amplifies exactly how much wrestling, and the perception of it, has changed over the last two decades.

Back then it was gritty and grubby and frayed around the edges. Today it is very sanitised. It’s polished to a high shine and borders on being overproduced, and maybe it has lost a little of its soul as a result.

Then again, both of those events noted here were really just about the money, so maybe it hasn’t changed all that much after all.

Brian 2.0…

So, the transformation is complete and I am now sporting a rather fetching pink mop of hair.

I had contacted the local newspaper and was assured that a photographer would be down to document the event, however it appears that something more important than my little charity drive turned up.

Shit happens.

It’s a shame because I’m sure the extra publicity would have generated some more money, but the good news is that the total is currently just a fraction below £1000, thanks to a great effort last night at work, where the event took place.

And The Girlfriend© is happy because she gets to sleep with three different versions of me in the space of four days!

Stage One Complete…

With over £600 raised for Breast Cancer Care so far, I took to the makeshift salon in the kitchen last night and allowed The Girlfriend© to bleach my hair in preparation for going pink tomorrow.

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Having done it before I was ready for it to sting and make my scalp itchy, but I had forgotten just how damn sexy I looked as a blond!

If you want to throw the charity some money, and you can afford to do so, please go here:

https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/bgross

Doin’ it Alecia Moore Style…

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In October 2011 I dyed my hair pink for charity, and seven years later, (after an off the cuff remark at work) I find myself about to do the same thing. Then, I raised £1100 so this time around the target is a little bit higher. You know, inflation and all that jazz.

So if you fancy throwing a few pounds or dollars or whichever currency you are using, my way, head on over here and click a few buttons. It is very much appreciated.

https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/bgross

 

Just Like Starting Over…

A couple of days ago I received an email from a subscriber who was disappointed that I haven’t updated my page for a while. Well, she’s not the only one! I promise I’ll be back on this train soon.

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My excuse (and it really is an excuse, rather than a reason) is that last month was all about me moving home – from my small one-bedroomed flat, to a much larger four-bedroomed house. The Girlfriend© and I had been looking around for somewhere to share for a number of months, and after seeing a few and putting offers in for a couple of them, we found this place. It came with a roof and four walls, but beyond that the onus is, well… on us, to provide everything else.

It’s taking a bit of time and effort, but it’s a fresh start for me at a time when a fresh start is exactly what I needed.

Finally, the light is very bright at the end of the corridor.

A Little Older, Not Much Wiser…

My friend Steven was over from Canada for a flying visit last weekend. I’ve known him for half of my life, and the last time I saw him was here, over three and a half years ago. We have not kept in touch as often as we probably should have, but that’s more my fault than it is his. Still, it’s good to know that with some friends you can just fall back into your relationship no matter how long it has been dormant.

Over a lovely Italian meal and some adult beverages we caught each other up on where our lives are currently and – as most friends our age do – spent some time reminiscing about the old times as well. If nothing else, what the conversation did show me, was that I am in a much better place emotionally than I was in 2014, and that can only be a good thing.

Unfortunately I have not made the trip to North Bay to visit him in the near decade since he has been overseas, but with the promise of free accommodation should I ever pitch up on his doorstep, the temptation is always there.

Hope you had a safe trip back, buddy.

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