WE HAD ABOUT AN HOUR to kill leaving me pacing the floor in nervous anticipation. I couldn't lie down thanks to my hair; curled and then pinned so it cascaded down like a waterfall. I was to wear it draped over one shoulder; the stylist had insisted after she gushed over the colour. It made me laugh. Sure, my hair was pretty but with the fabulous blues, greens and violets I'd seen today I didn't think it compared. The stylist had shrugged and informed me red hair was unique. ...