Well, here we go, a little tale about today. This morning I was coming out of the main railway station at Manchester Piccadilly, and it had been my intention to go into the shops in the foyer to find a collection box for the poppy appeal, so I could stick some cash in and grab a poppy to wear. Nope, no shops had one, but there was a veteran collecting at the main exit, which is a row of glass doors, about eight doors wide. So I head straight towards him and start slotting all the cash I had on me into his collection box, and chatting to the guy, and while doing so I noticed that there were lots of people actually changing direction on their way out of the station, to go through the doors at the extreme edges, simply to avoid putting money in the collection box. I actually stood back a minute later and watched this taking place. What a bunch of disgraceful ingrates, it made me ashamed to be among them. Talking about this with my wife this evening, she said she witnessed virtually the same scene in my home town that day, when she stopped to put money in a collection box for the appeal too.
Chock