Road To Nowhere

Traditionally, nearly everyone puts their feet up when they sit on the backseat of the bus in Manchester.

Unless you are in the middle seat at the back, which doesn't lend itself to that kind of thing, but I digress...

Putting up your feet may be comfy but it is a rubbish thing to do. Edges of seats get muddy. The seat fabric gets worn out.

So Stagecoach have come up with a cunning plan. They've put up little red sticker signs on the opposite seat which say 'Please do not put your feet on the seat'.

Having zero effect, I can tell you.

According to Seaside Man what they need is a huge pair of eyes.

Are you listening, Stagecoach?

It's Ole Solskjaer's testimonial this weekend.

I remember going to Frank Stapleton's testimonial, which makes me feel about 202.

It's seems only yesterday Solskjaer joined United.

*Sigh*

Anyway, nice to see he's using his testimonial cash to help others. Good lad. Err.... man.

Maybe it's just one of those days but on three occasions today I have heard adults telling children they can't have something.

In the supermarket. Walking through town at dinner time. At the newsagent's kiosk in the station.

And on every occasion the child argued and whined and stropped while I walked away from the whinging as quickly as possible.

Have children turned into a marketeer's dream or am I romanticising my youth?

I remember having a serious mint cracknel habit, but I also remember having 10p pocket money - and that's 10p a week, I might add - with which to feed my addiction. My chances of getting sweets, or indeed anything, extra were less than minimal. I knew better than to even bother asking.

Sometimes I wonder whether a recession might do the next generation some good.