WHAT is going on? On the final Saturday before Christmas, people behaved most oddly.

Coney Street should have been a solid mass of seething humanity, echoing to the scream of the unknown toddler. Instead, pedestrians breezed along as if on a summer stroll in the Dales.

York shops, normally besieged by frantic folk scrapping over the last lavender gift set, were host to small, orderly queues of polite consumers.

It is not meant to be like this. Either Yorkshire shoppers have become web-wise and ultra-organised...

Or we are in for the Christmas Eve from hell.

Updated: 11:16 Monday, December 20, 2004