Another Leonard Cohen song, Anthem, is one I’d like to play at my own funeral, instead of Hallelujah (Editorial, July 1). Cohen died in November 2016, just before Trump was elected. Since then, the words of the chorus have sustained me through the darkest days of our recent history: “Forget your perfect sacrifice. There is a crack, a crack in everything. That’s how the light comes in.”
Many years ago we accompanied the late great Michael Foot to Glyndebourne for an opera by his beloved Rossini. While he was enjoying a glass of champagne at intermission, a passing toff expressed his surprise to see him there. “Nothing,” replied 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 some impressive but predictable results: something like hooking Boris Johnson to a polygraph during PMQs .
Also in attendance, in the royal box, will be an ancestor of Lesley Godfrey, who first hit Center Court (Over 1,500 refugees invited to Wimbledon for centenary event, July 1). Where the hell did they get that from?
Thanks for Lev Parikian’s wonderful glimpse into an alien, bird world (Land, Diary, July 2) and his brilliant pun: “Not so much deja vu as nightjar vu”.
Hebden Bridge, West Yorkshire