"It’s as if I’m Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee’s trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. T h e n i t s o v e r .”
I’m grateful to my red hair now. And I doubt I’d have been offered half the roles I’ve played without it. It helps you stand out in the crowd in ways that used to make me cry when I was the only ‘ginger’ in a 40-mile radius at school. Now I’ve reached an age where I know it’s OK to be different. Vive la différence, in fact.