Another Leonard Cohen song, Anthem, is the one I’d love to play at my own funeral, rather than Hallelujah (editorial, July 1). Cohen died in November 2016, just before Trump was elected. Since then, the words of the choir have sustained me through the darkest days of our recent history: “Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack, a crack in everything. This is how the light enters.
Many years ago we accompanied the great and late Michael Foot to Glyndebourne for an opera by his beloved Rossini. As he sat enjoying a glass of champagne in the intermission, a passing tof expressed surprise to see him there. “Nothing, retorts Michael, is too good for the workers” (Letters, July 1).
Given the incidence of photo-finishes, last-fence-fallers, penalty shootouts, etc., performing blood pressure tests in betting shops (Report, July 1) should yield impressive but predictable results : Kind of like hanging Boris Johnson on a polygraph during PMQs. .
“Also present, in the royal box, will be an ancestor of Lesley Godfrey, who hit the first ball on center court” (Over 1,500 refugees invited to Wimbledon for centenary event, July 1). Where the hell did they dig them up from?
Thanks for Lev Parikian’s exquisite insight into an alien, avian world (Country, Newspaper, July 2) and his brilliant pun: “Not so much deja vu as nightjar.”
Hebden Bridge, West Yorkshire