VARIOUS letters in recent days, including Saturday's by James M Arnold (March 28) have mused on songs pertinent to the dark times we find ourselves in, with We'll Meet Again being mentioned several times. Surely with its lyrics which leave no room for doubt – "I KNOW we'll meet again" – it is a song to inspire both courage and hope.

Just over a week ago I stood in front of my customers in my pub in the East End of Glasgow and explained that it would close that night for who knows how long a time. Within minutes someone had found We'll Meet Again on their iPad and I found myself, flanked by my partner and bar staff, leading the room in a rousing rendition of this famous song.

Tears were shed and promises made. If ever anyone doubted the power of music to stir the heart, the atmosphere that night would have given them an answer.

The fact that the vast majority of the people present were way to young to have lived through the time when Dame Vera was singing to our troops yet felt it was the most appropriate song surely says it all.

Billy Gold, Hielan Jessie bar, Glasgow G4.

Loo before you leap?

IN these troubled times it has become apparent that some old proverbs and sayings are being updated. So far I have come across the following: A loo roll in the hand is worth more than a grand; you can't make a loo roll out of a sow's ear; a loo roll in time is really sublime; half a loo roll is better than none.

Some extreme measures have given rise to the expression "this is the best thing since sliced loo roll".

People say that there is no such thing as a free loo roll but remember – never bite the hand that brings you a loo roll.

Finally, advice for all those loo roll millionaires out there: you can't take them with you and there are no toilets in hell.

Jim Sheehan, Bridge of Allan.

Pigeon post

CORONAVIRUS isolation brings revelations about the environment around us.

Every afternoon, at around 4.20 to 4.30, a group of four pigeons swoop down onto the back roof of the property adjoining. Twenty to thirty seconds later, two more pigeons fly over to join them, coming from the same north by north-east direction. They converge for five minutes before flying on to wherever.

The afternoon of Sunday March 29 proved no different. Yet the clocks went forward in the early hours. Have pigeons evolved to a state where their body clocks synchronise with British Summer Time?

Mark Boyle, Johnstone.

Zooming back

ANDY Maciver ("Politics Watch: Thou shalt Skype… for the moment that is", The Herald, March 30) suggests that some people think that Zoom is a synonym for speed. I immediately think of an ice lolly with a free Thunderbirds picture card.

Stuart Neville, Clydebank.