I THOROUGHLY agree with Catherine Davison (HAS, April 10) about music blight. It’s forced on us left, right and centre and it’s always pop music with caterwauling so-called singers.

You would think this was the only sort of music in existence. If we must have music, couldn’t we sometimes have some peaceful classics?

I’ve grumbled before about the stuff in Morrisons at North Road, Darlington. It makes me angry and I want to kick all the tins and packets off the shelves. Perhaps I will be arrested one day.

If I heard it in a doctor’s waiting room I know my blood pressure would go up.

There is also unnecessary background music on TV programmes such as travel, history, wildlife and even gardening.

In the fine weather we suffer it blasting out of wide open windows of passing cars.

Surely, they should be charged a public entertainment licence.

Yvonne Rowe, Darlington.

LIKE many others, I share Catherine Davison’s views (HAS, April 10) about the music blight that exists in our society.

Irritating music in the doctor’s waiting room could send a patient’s blood pressure up. Telephones are also a source of noise irritation. While being put on hold we often have music imposed on us.

Even worse, some firms use the inane chatter of a radio programme while we are waiting.

While shopping, I would prefer a silent shop anytime so that I can concentrate on what goods I am likely to buy. Is the music in shops played for the benefit of the staff, and why is there never a quiet area in the doctor’s surgery?

Maybe the surgery practice managers and shopkeepers could tell us why they think that noise is necessary for us? Some would argue that the music blight is a form of noise pollution.

L Hume, Darlington.

YOUR music-and-shopping killjoy correspondent Catherine Davison had me laughing like a Dutchman at a Spanish comedy convention with her reply (HAS, April 16) to my letter (HAS, April 14).

She claimed that she could dance the legs off me anytime and inferred that I am “prattish”. I’ve always labelled myself as being a prat, so there is nothing new there.

As for her kind offer of a dancing duel, then let’s meet up sometime and swing together, dude.

She then continued her cheerful rant by stating that she would know where to aim my pasta dish, if she ever saw me in Asda.

Bring it on. I’ll make sure that I wear my bowler hat, so that she does not grease my hair with the grooving prawns.

Christopher Wardell, Darlington.

I WAS sitting in my local cafe – Rocky’s, in Victoria Road, Darlington – reading The Northern Echo and enjoying a mug of tea and sausage sandwich.

My fellow diners were suddenly alarmed when the usual noise-free ambience was interrupted by me choking with laughter at Catherine Davison’s riposte (HAS, April 16) to Christopher Wardell and his views concerning music (HAS, April 14).

After such a double-barrelled reply, I am not sure if he deserves to be on the receiving end of a well-aimed pasta dish.

They say every village has one, and Mr Wardell merely likes to remind us all of that fact from time to time.

Thanks for your letter, Catherine, it made my day.

Ian Sadler, Darlington.