Walking through very rural Cavan these days, I realised the sexual revolution has definitely arrived ... just a stone's throw from church, convent and cathedral the Crannog Bookshop had a poster on the pavement: "Fifty Shades of Grey Back in Stock!" And at the local library there is a waiting list for E. L. James' best-seller about being very sleepless in Seattle ... due to BDSM activities. Steamy stuff.
Now here's my second thought ... grey fits in nicely between green and red, doesn't it?
Johnny Cash, the late great country man in black, once was so enchanted by Ireland that he penned some Irish-themed songs. Not his best effort, but "Forty Shades of Green", with all its cloying sentimentality, keeps getting played. So does another effort - the Boomtown Rats' answer to sentimental images of Ireland, the scathing "Banana Republic". In which the green is eclipsed by "sixty shades of red". None-too-subtly hinting at the Troubles in Northern Ireland.