SO there I was in the railway station this week waiting for the Leeds train, eavesdropping on a conversation which had struck up between a young woman and a pensioner sitting on the bench on the platform because I get some great material from being a nosey sod.

‘So are you bringing up your child alone?’ asked the OAP. ‘Yes, but I’ve got my mum for support,’ says younger woman.

And then she let loose the killer line: ‘… but she’s getting on a bit now, bless her. She’s sixty.’

Chuffing hell, I thought. Then on the train I remembered back to me in my twenties thinking that people in their thirties were ancient.

Mind you, looking back at pics of my grandparents in their fifties , they look way way older than their ages.

My grandfather was only a couple of years older than I am now and I remember him as an old, old man.

I’ll be honest, I feel younger now than I did fifteen years ago. Is it a rites of passage to have a totally skewed view of our future aged selves?

I’ve recently read a book where a couple were looking for a retirement home for their mother – who was in her sixties. Written by someone in their thirties. I just hope my kids don’t get any ideas from it.

I went to an amazing presentation at our Parkway at the weekend. The actress Katherine Kelly and her partner Tony Pitts, an actor and very talented scriptwriter have formed a film production company called Make Me.

This came into being because they noticed that film companies used Yorkshire locations but not the actors or scriptwriters or teams.

And they want Yorkshire to be at the centre of it all their projects. This would mean that local kids who want to join the industry have a chance at being involved without having to move to London.

Local actors, local writers, local businesses, local make up artists. It’s so very exciting and it will be fantastic for Yorkshire and Barnsley too I think.

What was quite amusing for me was that in the crowd that evening was the woman who ran a TV production company and nicked my first book years ago, making a drama from it.

It was so obviously plagiarised, even our publishing company barristers said so but the only way to prove it in court was through producing stolen blocks of dialogue, and they’d been canny about that. I laid it at the foot of the gods that if I bumped into her directly, I’d introduce myself in a way she wouldn’t forget, alas it didn’t happen.

But every dog has its day as they say, and I am still looking forward to my moment of karma.

Heads up about an exhibition on Friday (March 20) starting 6pm and Saturday March 21, all day at the Priory centre in Lundwood.

‘A Nurse Who Paints’ because artist Lyn McKevitt is indeed that and she creates ‘happy art’ mainly dogs (although I hear there is a Kes painting in there too).

The event is free and is for charity because she’ll be collecting donated shopping for local food banks.

Also there’s a craft fair the day after on Sunday. Something to cheer us all up in these uncertain times.

Don’t forget I’ll be at Mike’s Famous Bookshop in the morning (Saturday) for last minute Mother’s Day book orders 10am-12.

Top of the escalator in the market. I hope my coffee is going to wend its way up that escalator as per usual. HINT HINT.