l WORCESTER'S full of sunburned people at the moment. They're all hues, from a tasteful terra cotta to angry matchhead red.

I don't indulge any more. In any event, I've probably got some sun damage after years of over-indulgence in the past. Before the Second World War, the upper and middle classes avoided the sun like the plague. A tan was the badge of someone who worked with their hands outdoors. Despite cancer scares, the bronzed look is now the goal of people from all walks of life. Nowt so queer as folk.

lRETURNING from Upton-upon-Severn this week, my wife and I were nearly run off the road by a Chelsea tractor.

This particular Toad of Toad Hall decided to execute an overtaking manoeuvre while speaking on a mobile phone.

That's two offences then,with an optional death by dangerous driving that never was.

People who drive 4x4s quite obviously need psychiatric help.

lSOME residents of Hylton Road were reluctant to speak out over a problem with drunks for fear of reprisals. They probably have a point. The recent anti-social behaviour was a little closer to home, and no one wants a brick through their window. However, as far as tolerance is concerned, many of us would feel better about things if these people didn't leave so much mess lying around.

Why can't they clear up after themselves - is littering a mental illness that eludes a cure?

This week's latest outrage was perpetrated on Chapter Meadows where the remains of a drinks party was plainly evident.

It was the same at Diglis Weir. This is our only planet and I can't for the life of me understand why some individuals want to turn it into a rubbish dump.