I was coming in on the train this morning and was sitting near a bloke with shoulder length curly hair who looked a liitle like James May with the craggy features of Don Chipp and the beginnings of a Friar Tuck tonsure. Which will mean nothing to anyone who wasn't a Top Gear watching, Australian Democrat voting, Robin Hood fan of roughly my vintage.
And before I cop too much flack let me explain that I did in the dim deep past vote Australian Democrat when Chippy was party leader and before they became wig wam living, tofu and lentil eating believers in the doomsday version of climate change and that trees have souls. Not that I'm saying trees don't have souls, just that for me the jury is still out, just like it is for global warming, which is another whole reason for a blog post.
But I digress.
Seeing the curly hair on this bloke on the train [remember him from paragraph one] reminded me of my two male cousins on my Mum's side, both of whom had curly hair. Actually I had three male cousins but one of those is 10 years younger than me and therefore he is set aside for the purposes of this story. My hair, on the other hand was straight and I always had a crew cut as a kid, so it wasn't until the 70's came and I grew my hair that I found out it did have a bit of a wave. But both these guys had tight ringlets and I couldn't understand why given we had at least one set of grandparents who were the same that I didn't end up with curly hair too. Any knowledge of genetics and hereditary were still a long way in my future.
Then my Mum came up with a fantastic bit of folk wisdom - "Eat your crusts and your hair will curl" she told me. So I did. I even took to eating everyone elses crusts and it didn't work. Sometime around the time I stopped believing in Father Christmas and the Easter Bunny, I stopped believing that crust eating would curl my hair. As it turned out one of those cousins joined the army and had his head shaved and the other grew his long but spent so much time trying to comb it straight that he went prematurely bald.
I like to think that Mum didn't really lie to me. That maybe I just had stubborn hair. After all when I did grow it long it did have a bit of a wave to it. Maybe I was just one loaf short.