... Once again the Promenade concerts, or the Proms, have entertained and educated thousands of people young and old in London. This is a part of the old London that still exists, and I am glad. The Albert Hall seems the only place in London for this august occasion. The atmosphere of the enthusiastic crowds seems to fill the dome. J Mead, Richmond Road, N15. ...

... We are always reading about young swinging Britain, and that she relies on its youth for the future, but one would never think so. Any incentive there might be to start out on one's own is successfully crushed. Nowadays a new company seems to be classed exactly like one that has been trading over a number of years. Surely something could be done in the way of taxation or allowances. John ...

... Export or die I could not disagree more with Erna Low's anti-mini letter. Britain must export or die, and the way to export to Switzerland is to offer them something as far away from Calvinism as possible. Vive la mini-skirt! Freddy Silberman, Clifton Hill, NW8. ...

... Horror I am beginning to suspect that, if I obtain a perfect score in Roger Baker's Complete London Lifer quizzes, I shall discover, to my horror, that I am really Roger Baker. John Lucarotti, Fitzroy Road, Wl. ...

... Do you think that London Life could conceivably help all sane men rise up and overthrow the boutique fetish? Every time one blinks, another tatty little shop seems to open, usually under the grossly in ept management of some soi- disant actress, model or pop star, and calling itself some body's boutique in some areas of London it is becom ing impossible to find a shop where the stock is simply ...

... Having just returned from the sun drenched discotheque of the South of France, I would like to make an appeal to our London discotheque owners. Why not mix the music, fellas? By all means have your raving records, but there are those among your audience who are not exactly averse to holding a girl in their arms for five minutes or so. My plea is for minutes or so. Peter Murray, Montague ...

... I have rather fallen for Jo Barnett in his office in Frying Pan Alley London Life, 20 August). I feel he is not so ugly as he would have us believe. But you do not say what Mr Barnett does. My husband is convinced he is either a painter or sculptor, but I think he is a business consultant. And where is Frying Pan Alley? Is it a real place? Eileen Moreton. Formosa Street, W9. Jo Barnett writes: ...

... For the first time for a long time the number of unem ployed has exceeded the num ber of vacancies on the books of the Ministry of Labour; this is caused by the present pay freeze as we all know, but how much longer can this be maintained before the bubble bursts? M Russell, Broughton Avenue, N3. ...

... Usually I go to the theatre and find it very hard to sit through the performance; somehow I find I am always thinking about other things. But last night it was different. When I went to see Vanessa Redgrave in The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, it was a new experience for me. Her perfor mance was wonderful. Burl Ives, Carlton Tower, SW1. ...

... Long hair boys I have just read your article Aren't Our Young Men A Mess Miss Ince assumes that long hair is a protest about something which she doesn't define, then goes on to say there are better ways of protesting. But if she hasn't found out what it is the long haired set are protesting about, how can she say that there are better ways of doing it? As far as I can see, despite all this ...

... I have read with interest the correspondence in your col umns about nudes. Let me agree with Miss Palmer, that no harm can be done to any one by posing, but that the trouble arises when the girl decides she would like to be come a serious actress. I quote three instances of girls who may act as a guide to others. A had done a little pin up modelling in the provinces, came to London and ...

... I parked my car at a traffic meter, put in 6d for 15 minutes, left a two-month-old baby comfortably asleep in a carri-cot on the back seat and dashed off for five minutes to pick up a parcel. When I came out the car had gone to Bow Street police station. My complaints were listened to in sympathetic silence and it was pointed out that I shouldn't have left an infant in an empty car. In answer ...