THERE is some concern about trouble erupting at the Tyne-Wear derby after it was revealed the special fan-only Metros would not be running to Newcastle this Sunday.
It means many will find themselves heading into the centre of Newcastle without a police escort.
On the last weekend shopping day before Christmas!
I fear for the safety of supporters too.
When it comes to hardened hooligans versus last-minute Eldon Square Christmas shoppers, I’d side with the shoppers every time.
I pity any fan who finds himself caught between a frantic mum and the last Frozen pencil case in Fenwick’s toy department. There can be only one winner.
Having two boys, the Frozen phenomenon (or torture, depending on your viewpoint) has passed me by.
If it doesn’t involve a football or shooting rampaging aliens/dinosaurs/zombies/soldiers, it barely warrants a mention in our house.
Only a Nazi Zombie Frozen battle map in the Call of Duty series could draw young boys into the Frozen market.
For those who may not know, Frozen is an animated girl-friendly Disney fairytale about a princess trying to rescue her sister trapped in a kingdom of eternal winter.
If it still doesn’t ring a bell, these next three words will clinch it: “Let It Go.”
While the movie may fade from memory, the theme song will not go away.
Not a week has gone by in 2014 where the words have not been belted out from TV, radio or, in my case, from the mouth of a work colleague with two daughters.
Frozenitis, I believe, is the medical terminology.
The Lancet defines Frozenitis as: an involuntary vocal spasm brought on by repeated exposure to the Frozen song “Let it Go.”
It’s a bit like Tourette’s, except it’s those who have to listen to a grown man bellowing the theme tune that are the ones swearing.
The song has taken on such a life of its own, that the director of Frozen, who once had a warm feeling about her movie, is now apologising for inflicting it on parents.
Director Jennifer Lee told the Hollywood Reporter: “A year ago, I’d meet people who, when they found out who I was, they’d say, ‘Oh, we love the songs! We sing them all the time.”
But now after parents told her they’re still singing them a year on, she said: “I’ve gone from, ‘Thank you,’ to, ‘Sorry!’” So are we...