Now that's what I call a misleading headline!
This reminds me of when I crashed my car on a bridge; below it rained Datsun cogs.
Judy Cabbages, Peebles, Scotland
Re Quote of the Day: Now that's what I call a transplant rejection. At the divorce proceedings, she could cite the fact that he was permanently "taking the urine" out of her.
Welsh Doug, Caerphilly, South Wales
Little green men hit a wind turbine, and the CC is cancelled due to gremlins. Is there a connection? Readers want to know.
Candace, New Jersey, US
Monitor: Something far more prosaic we fear
"Re Szczecin, anyone?" (Thursday's letters) I suggest the BBC Pronunciation Unit works on good old UK resorts like Westward Ho! Does one say it westward HO!!! or westWARD ho... then there's Fowey, Mousehole and, my personal favourite, Happisburgh. (You say it Haysbrur).
Andi, Rutland, England
To Nik in Aylesbury - it's pronounced Stettin. I've been there. Save yourself the trip, it's rubbish.
arbi, pontoise, france
Oh dear... the return of "pre-planning"
Basil Long, Nottingham
Given that no-one knows who changed the sign in this story: "Sign proclaims love from rooftop", how do we know it wasn't a Juliet rather than a Romeo?
PS, Newcastle, England
Mike (Thursday's letters), some of us are lucky enough to be born with an inbuilt sense of where to find a good restaurant (known in my family as restaurant radar). Perhaps it's just the technical extrapolation of that, just like the helicopter is the technical extrapolation of certain insects' flight.
Rowan Morgan-Odell, Hastings, UK
Restaurant finding on an iPhone: If you ask my husband's iPhone for our nearest coffee place to home, it names a cafe, which is 2km away, but the iPhone can't work out that this is 2km through bush and at least 500m is near vertical: it's on top of a local lookout place which you reach by car from the other side. We are not (yet?) that desperate for cappuccinos that we need to bush-bash with hiking boots (and the cafe has a dress code anyway).
Susan, Brisbane, Australia
Re Mikes letter about restaurant finding misery. Earlier this year I was out with friends in Southampton trying to find a particular restaurant. We walked up and down the street it was supposed to be on, couldn't be found. I even resorted to getting the laptop out and searching for it. Found the address, when we got there we discovered it had closed six months previously. Something I don't think even this technology would be able to help with.
Tom, South London
Re this story, "Bentley was sentenced to three years in prison, Goodwin four years and Mockford and Welford were jailed for five years... Bentley and Goodwin were disqualified from driving for three years and Mockford and Welford were disqualified for five years each." I haven't been there myself so I can't speak from experience, but is it really much of an inconvenience to have your driving licence suspended while you're in prison?
Angus Gafraidh, London UK
Re Thursday's PM, I don't think there's anything wrong with calling someone "near-autistic". I've known a couple of psychiatrists who have described people in this way, to (very) basically mean that they can be highly socially awkward but exceptional at looking at and remembering the details of a problem. It is called autistic spectrum disorder after all - it's not a digital disease (either you have it or you don't). We're all somewhere on the spectrum...
The Bob, Glasgow