WHERE to start? The football or politics? OK, politics. Many folk stunned that Jeremy Hunt, the hapless health minister, is considering standing to become Prime Minister. Given his current post we like Paul Davies's comment: "If Jeremy Hunt thinks he's going to be Tory leader he needs to have his head examined - if a proctologist can find it."

And some Cabinet minister called Stephen Crabb is also interested. "Sideways move," says our political contact.

AND the football. We tried to think of a Scottish connection to Iceland giving England a right doing, when Eric Scott over in Bondi told us: "Great performance by that Scottish Icelander, Gaunyer Selson."

Someone also sent our friends south of the border the pithy message: "Dear England. It's rubbish being out of Europe when you don't want to be. Your pals, Scotland."

But before we get too complacent, a reader in Cardiff passes on: "An Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman walk into a pub - to watch Wales play in the quarter finals of Euro 2016."

BUT we do feel England's pain. As one fan said: "I haven't been this ashamed of my country in 65 hours."

And another pleads: "Genuinely starting to think we need to turn the country off, give it five minutes, then turn it back on again."

LOTS of runners out on the streets these days. A keep-fit fanatic tells us he was running along the Switchback at Bearsden when he suddenly, due to a bug, desperately needed to go to the loo, and in desperation ran into a small patch of trees where he had to quickly squat down. Unfortunately he was joined by an inquisitive Labrador, and on hearing a woman shouting for her dog he quickly jumped up and ran behind a tree to adjust his attire.

When he casually walked back out, he saw the woman with a plastic bag in her hand approaching the mess he had made and scolding her dog: "What have you been eating?"

YES we all make mistakes, but we did like the correction issued by American news agency AP which stated: "This story has been corrected to show that the cardinal’s name is Reinhard Marx, not Karl.”

OUR story about the difficulties of getting teenagers to tidy their rooms reminds a Bishopbriggs reader: "I was always amazed how my daughter, rather than empty the bin in their bedroom, would carefully add items to it like she was building a giant Jenga puzzle."

CINEMA shouts continued. Says Jim White in Shawlands: "Your mention of the film Jaws reminded me of being taken by my dad to see the film in the old Bedford Cinema in the Gorbals. During that nail-biting final scene where Chief Brody, slowly sinking into the sea, with his last shot, hits the pressurised tank in the mouth of the shark, blowing him to smithereens, my dad, not normally a nervous, excitable or sweary-mouthed man, leapt out his seat and shouted, 'Got you, ya b…..d'."