IT’S your damned fault!” This accusation was levelled by Evelyn, a tall, white-haired woman, until then a perfect stranger, as our paths crossed among masses of foreign youngsters in Cornmarket Street. Heads turned.

“Me?” I replied with child-like innocence.

Months ago I had commented that the noun ‘issues’ was currently the most over-used and misused word in the dictionary.

Even 12th century Robin Hood had uttered it in the BBC series. Since then she had listened so intently to both radio and television programmes, counting the number of times it was used, that she missed their point.

“How can I make amends?” I pleaded, feigning penitence, while succumbing to the sin of pride on learning that something I’d written was remembered.

“It will cost you a cup of coffee,” she replied, before breaking into a smile.” And if you use that word once, I’ll throw a sugar lump at you.”

Would that all the world’s disputes were so easily solved.

* HAVE you noticed how tatty the bottom tier of the 2nd Battalion Oxford Light Infantry memorial in Bonn Square is looking?

A soft stone, much of the sharp edge has been worm away.

The higher ones are fine. It looks for all the world as if the ghosts of those gallant men who died in South Africa, had returned to sharpen their knives and bayonets.

The answer is not so romantic. Spies tell me that it is a favourite spot for skateboarders to demonstrate their skill. The bottom step is starting point from which they gather speed to launch themselves into space.

I put this theory to one such exponent – a young man probably in his late teens – after he dismounted his board to enter the Westgate Centre.

He grinned, but said nothing.

* THE day was pleasant enough to dine out – if eating a chicken wrap in Gloucester Green can be classed as dining. While I indulged, a gang of men were erecting the stalls for the following day’s market. Their speed, teamwork and efficiency was amazing. I congratulated one, who smiled modestly.

“There’s a knack,” he said – but didn't divulge what it was.

* EARLY risers on Sunday can expect extra noise in George Street as stage-struck eight- to 18-year-olds gather to audition for the New Theatre’s summer youth production of Guys and Dolls.

Last year, when Fame was the choice of show, 160 turned up. Such was its success that even more can be expected this time, much to the delight of the young and energetic director, Ed Blagrove.

Glutton for punishment is the phrase that springs to mind.