From: Dai Woosnam, Woodrow Park, Scartho, Grimsby.
So, an angry flood victim confronts the Prime Minister (Yorkshire Post, December 28). Can you blame her?
He leads a tiny Britain that astonishingly is the fourth biggest military spender in the world. Our Armed Forces are tragically losing their lives trying to save Afghanistan from Afghans.
Bring them all home and put them to sensible use: that of draining all the rivers in the UK. At a stroke you will solve two things: flash floods and the site for London’s third airport.
All that mud and earth can be brought to the Thames estuary to build the artificial Boris Island that Mayor Johnson so craves.
Dumbing down of the pundits
From: Terry Barraclough, Scarborough.
THANK you to Tom Richmond for his column on past sports commentators (Yorkshire Post, December 28). The present pundits appear to be talking to people who have spent most of the day in the pub.
We used used to love 606, the Five Live football phone in on Saturday evenings, until Alan Green and his ilk reduced it to a self opinionated personal programme.
Law must not allow cruelty
From: DM Catchpole, Park Lane, Birdsedge, Huddersfield.
HUNTING is not a sport, but a barbaric pastime (Yorkshire Post, December 26). As a member of the RSPCA for 25 years, I have worked long and hard for the hunting with dogs ban and intend to fight again, should it be necessary.
The vast majority of the general public are for the ban. It is law, and rightly so, and should not be repealed for the nefarious few, in pursuit of their cruel pastimes.
From: Godfrey Bloom, MEP for Yorkshire and North Lincolnshire, Selby.
WHO is this children’s tsar who wants parents to be banned from smacking children? Who recruited her? For what? Who pays her? This is just the sort of appointment which is the despair of middle England.
From: Max Nottingham, St Faith’s Street, Lincoln.
HAVE we gone cooking mad? It is all over the papers, TV, on the radio etc.
I eat to live rather than live to eat. I can boil an egg, make toast and pour milk over cornflakes. I won’t starve.