Yet another joyless letter from Mr Leach (Your say, 4 February) on what has come to be called ‘sexism’ but what in most cases is nothing more than harmless humour.
I don’t watch football, I have no interest in it, but apparently two commentators have stirred up a hornet’s nest among the usual suspects. Others will know the ins and outs of the ‘offside rule’ or whatever it is far better than me, but that is not the point.
The point is how, in Heaven’s name, we have allowed ourselves to arrive at a position of such po-faced seriousness that people such as Jeremy Clarkson, Jonathon Ross, Jo Brand et al can be reviled for trying to lift the pervading national gloom. Mr Leach avers that we live in a ‘PC society’.
Well, I can assure him that I certainly do not, nor does anyone I know. I live in England; the England of Chaucer, Shakespeare, Swift, Wodehouse, and yes, Bernard Manning and the Pub Landlord.
I make no apology for stealing his closing line when I advise, “Get a life, Mr Leach”.
Brent R Smith