Getting hold of garlic or cheese is one thing (Letters, 30 July). In the 1970s we moved to an estate in the suburbs of Hull. When I asked for the Guardian in the paper shop, I was told: “Thursday”. Seeing my bafflement, they said: “Beverley Guardian comes out on a Thursday.”
Rosemary Waugh
York
• In a Manchester call centre canteen in the 1990s, on asking what cheeses they had (having found out that brie wasn’t available), I was offered “grated or cheddar”.
Phil Marson
London
• It wasn’t graffiti (Letters, 29 July) but I recall a group of students who would relieve themselves against the high iron gates to Trinity College gardens after closing time at the King’s Arms in Oxford. They called themselves the National Rust.
Richard Harley
Alresford, Hampshire
• To avoid quarantine I swapped two weeks in Majorca for a weekend in Cleethorpes. Is this a mistake? (Spain or the UK: where are you safer from coronavirus?, 28 July).
Bob Epton
Brigg, North Lincolnshire
• The problem with being the head of mortality at the ONS is, I imagine, keeping an eye on all your colleagues waiting to step into your shoes (Letters, 29 July).
Michael Cunningham
Wolverhampton
• What happens to Michael Portillo’s extensive wardrobe after filming (Report, 29 July; Letters, 30 July)? Do the clothes go to a charity auction? If so, what’s his jacket size?
Peter Barnes
Milton Keynes
