Throwing away money is an alien concept to me

Falkirk Herald editor Colin Hume
Falkirk Herald editor Colin Hume

I’ve finally realised I’m the product of a different

generation.

I’ve been quite happy to accept that policemen look younger these days (and should be called officers anyway) and I willingly embrace any new technology that comes my way.

True, I find much of the modern music an assault on my ears, but I felt that way in the ‘80s as well.

No, what finally made me start muttering about the ‘youth of today’ occurred at a football match at the weekend.

As I settled down to enjoy my half-time pie and Bovril – which should have been a burger and coke if I was on trend – I witnessed a teenager dig into his pocket and 
produce a bundle of change.

He proceeded to separate out the silver and then threw the remaining coppers away.

To say I was aghast would be an understatement.

When I was a lad I used to scour local building sites in search of returnable 
lemonade bottles to supplement my pocket money.

Okay, those were the days when a penny could buy you a chew which took the best part of half an hour to work your way through, but I just can’t get to grips with throwing money away.

Suddenly I’m feeling very old.