By some chance I had brought my dice along

Good old Guardian, usually a great read but I suppose it's down to the money, it often is. When regular journalists are paid bupkees, it's anyone's guess what a "trainee Guardian journalist" will be paid. I'm guessing a fiver.

I didn't realise the Guardian could rationalise the thinking of violent, death dealing "Yorkshire lads", but I'm always up for learning new things. How can this Yorkshire lad afford to live in London? He probably lives with his despairing mum. The sooner these women figure out that they can't be passive, blinkered passengers and must engage with their communities and pay attention to what outrageous things some of the losers in their neighbourhood are up to, the happier I'll be. I've often thought, covering up with burkas and scarves and so on, can't stop the brain from clicking at a million miles an hour.

They're very nice on the terrorism hotline 0800 789 321 and don't mind anyone calling with any thoughts at all.

So "Dippy" as I am compelled to call you, I thought your article was daft and I won't be looking out for your byline on anything of value for, oh, a zillion years. Good luck dude, you need it.