Let’s face it: I’m fat, fifty and ninety percent white. And I’m sick and tired of having to colour my hair every week. It’s like this. I had a brain aneurysm this July, and was laid up in the hospital bed for ten days (getting operated upon and fussed over), which threw my hair-colour-schedule off balance. Strapped down in the ICU with tubes all over … Continue reading Penguin mode.