wHEN I was a student, I used to love watching football, although how much of that was a procrastination tactic to put off studying I wouldn't like to admit.
AS a dog lover I'm sorry for the owners of the pet in Clydebank (Evening Times, May 15) stabbed nine times by some low-life coward, who's not entitled to be called a man.
A chorus line of 32 stunning girls, high-kicking with military precision on a vast Berlin stage, prove to me that the city's 1920s theatrical traditions are still alive and blooming.