I was sitting watching the TV, when i heard my youngest say br have you looked in the mirror Dad! by God your getting grey! br your starting to look old Dad 'I was under attack' br I've just put a rinse through my hair, do you fancy going black? br br no! thats quite alright son, i wear my grey hair with pride br Then he put his hand upon on my head, that was when i sighed br his hand was sheathed in a rubber glove, it was soaked in dye br so sorry! look what I've done! sorry i have to fly! br br I looked into the mirror, horrified was i br he'd covered half my head, in the blackest dye br theres only one thing for it! i had to do the rest br for me moustache and me eyebrows i did a little test br br i used the tip of an ear bud and gently stroked each hair br it seemed to take forever, by then i didn't care br next morning my reflection I'd put on such a glow br i shook my head and stated 'i look like a Gigolo' br br my workmates weren't so kind! John didn't understand br for him my feelings didn't count, this was the promised land! br the ribbing that he gave me, it was handed on a plate br and everyone we met that day, the story he'd relate br br ave yer seen my mate 'the Gigolo' a big smile across his face br what a bloody wally he looks, John has no tact or taste! br well he spun it out as long as he could, forever comes to mind! br Sadly! humiliations cup was all he left behind!br br Bob Gibsonbr br