I am dying my hair today, but it has only been a couple of months since the last attack of chemicals on my ever strengthening army of grey. But dye it I must as I have an expanding band of glowing oldness across my head. Did you ever say that you would go grey gracefully, let nature take it’s course with your hair? Ha. I did. Never never never. I would look about one hundred and ten if my hair grew out naturally. Not to mention the twangy hideous wiry hair. So to the box of dye I go. I get to play hair stylist and smack on some bleach based paste with a little mascara brush. Ta dah! I have different colours in there! It usually works ok, I haven’t had green hair yet. I would get slapped around my grey rooted head by every hair stylist I know if I dared call my attempts at hair colour ‘highlights’. So I won’t. ‘Variations in colour’ is a better description I think. What can go …