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BRAVE PEOPLE, the Glaswegians. Some of them, it seems, think nothing about going up to a 6ft 3in, 19st international prop in the street and commenting on the colour of his hair in less than flattering terms.
“They’re pretty direct,” laughs Oli Kebble, the Glasgow and Scotland loosehead who can turn his hand to tighthead. “I’ve had people coming up to me and looking at my hair, whatever colour it might have been at the time, and going, ‘Nah, not sure about that, pal’ but you’ll have others, total strangers, saying, ‘I like it’.
“I don’t even know what shade my hair is now. It’s something I started to mess around with during the first lockdown, out of boredom really. It went from polar bear white to caramel orange and a few other different looks in between. It’s maybe made me a little bit more recognisable, which is a good laugh. I think I have a unique look. I mean, I’m a handsome bastard, aren’t I?”
We’ll leave that for others to
