I’ve long been resigned to the fact that the Guardian worships at the house of pop music. You say that the old Colston Hall “hosted music legends such as the Beatles, Rolling Stones, David Bowie and Jimi Hendrix” (Bristol’s Colston Hall renamed after decades of protests, 23 September). It also hosted musical legends such as Tasmin Little, Vladimir Ashkenazy, Alfred Brendel, Alina Ibragimova, James Ehnes, Sir Simon Rattle, Simon Trpceski. I could go on.
• You report that “Lorry drivers will face de facto Brexit border in Kent, Gove confirms” (23 September). Is it time to retitle Chaucer’s masterpiece as The Canterbury Tailbacks?
• As the owner of a head of almost pure silver white hair before the age of 60, an older American lady once said to me: “I just love your hair! What colour does your hairdresser use?” I answered proudly, and somewhat smugly, that it was all my own work (Letters, 23 September).
• The suggestion that St John should be played on the wing (Letters, 23 September) reminds me of another Liverpool church billboard proclaiming “Jesus saves!”, to which some other wag had added: “But Dalglish scores on the rebound”.
• If a billboard outside a Liverpool church today asked “what would you do if Jesus came to Liverpool?”, a present-day wag, after last season’s success, would surely write: “He’ll have to take his place on the bench”.