Marina O’Loughlin is right in her description of the South Thanet hustings: “Farage wins without even turning up.” He rarely does turn up; he doesn’t need to. He’s everywhere in the media. You’re doing his campaigning for him.
John Brazier
By email
Unless more voters recognise that, to Farage, they don’t matter as “anything other than a means to his end”, he could win South Thanet a month before Dreamland reopens in Margate. If even his known rightwing policies were to be implemented, the left-behind voters among whom he has most appeal would end up a step closer to nightmare land.
Richard Stainton
Whitstable
Eleventh in an Olympic final a failure? Er, no.
Len Reilly
London SE13
Please don’t let me ever be seated next to the couple on a plane who read Herman Hesse to each other for 12 hours (Can’t Stop, Must Fly, 28 March).
Geraldine Blake
Worthing, West Sussex
I read the gay men’s accounts of their shattered lives with mounting disbelief (“I Was In Pieces…”, 28 March). A pardon from the government might provide some closure, but surely of more value would be an apology from surviving police officers and magistrates?
Andrew B
By email
Re Ian Dowding’s comments (Your View, 28 March). Prawn cocktail, black forest gateau! In 1970s Northern Ireland, my diet was my ma’s grey mince/burnt soup/burnt scrambled egg. If we were lucky, we got frozen crinkle-cut chips as a treat.
Angela McKenna
Ballymoney, County Antrim
I hope no one tries to find Porthcawl 10 minutes off the M5 (Let’s Move To, 28 March); it’s the M4.
Jean Fowlds
Blaengarw, near Bridgend
I have a new exercise regime for Stuart Heritage to try on my allotment. I call it Hot Dig 3,000. It consists of high-repetition bends, stretches and lifts. If he finishes the 12m x 10m before mid-April, he will get his initial training fees refunded.
Lucy McIlwraith
Strood, Rochester
I’ve no objection to reading about someone sawing off the ends of their own frostbitten fingers, but Ranulph Fiennes was supposed to be telling us how he gets ready (28 March). Nothing like a juicy tale of crotch rot, though, to put the usual hair oil and makeup dramas in the shade.
Martin Gibbons
Prenton, Merseyside
Re Sophie Heawood (28 March). Never again will sitting on the tube – or in a waiting room, or in a meeting – be quite the same.
Mike Rivett
Nottingham
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