HOW is it that not one month or even week seems to go by without at least one or more letters published from a certain James Roberts of Wallasey, whose sole function is to proffer his rather unnecessary 'know it all' epistles on all manner of subjects, the majority of which neither bear much relevance on the general every day scheme of things?

His latest two offerings [apropos of nothing] is a complete obituary on the late actor Kirk Douglas - presumably indignant at Wirral Globe never mentioning the film legend’s passing in any previous edition and something about New Labour (Shiny Suits).

One can't help but speculate whether he is a frustrated journalist and writer himself merely doing this in the hope of being offered a job, or whether he hopes his ardent existentialist/socio-political observations elsewhere will find him a new fanbase to challenge that of J.K. Rowling.

Whatever the speculation, perhaps he should just refrain from writing his verbose letters every week to the Globe and maybe get out a little more.

Neil Ferguson New Brighton