Glam grans shy away like Moss

I spent this morning trying to canvas the opinion of Wolverhampton folk on a number of subjects, the first of which being Beatties department store's proposed name change,

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There were no shortage of people wanting to stop and chat to me about it, but once I directed them to my camera it was another matter. As a result I managed to record interviews with a grand three people in the course of one and a half cold, toe-numbing hours.

It seems that the world today is a much more media savvy place than you or I might think. One by one members of the older generation refused to step in front of my lens, not because of shyness, they could have talked the hind legs of a donkey, but because they didn't think they looked the part.

Even the most glamorous of grannies told me they didn't have their face on, or they needed their hair done or on one occasion, "because my grandkids might see me".

Despite the endless problems the constant knock backs give me, you've got to have a grudging respect for their attitude.

There are some who once they join the golden generation would be quite happy to slowly go to seed.

It seems much of Wolverhampton's pensioner population are just as style concious as their grandchildren and in one case great grandchildren.

I asked a few of them why they like Beatties. Although tradition was of massive importance to them, many told me about designer dresses, handbags and perfumes.

If Kate Moss was a 70-year-old she'd be living in Wolverhampton.

And now for the sport. This weekend promises to provide a bit of a treat for me as my beloved Hull City play host to the Wolves.

"Three points for the Wolves", I hear you cry, "more than likely" would be my reply.

You've got a fairly impressive defensive record and more often than not we can't hit the proverbial cow's backside with a banjo.

Hardly surprising since our main goal threat needs a boomerang to put his belt on.

They don't call Jon Parkin "The Beast" for nothing you know!

Unfortunately should Phil Parkinson's black and amber army cause a shock, I'll have to remain seated and clap politely in the press seats.

It wouldn't do to be tipping my balti pie onto the heads of the media's great and good now would it? At least the luke-warm Bovril would give them a rinse down.

Richard McCarthy is an Express & Star video journalist

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