Maybe transported convicts took the gravy boat to Australia | Brief letters

In the 1970s, a nursing colleague of mine talked about an Australian street food known as a “pie floater” (Letters, 30 June). This delicacy used to be sold from kerbside carts, and consisted of a meat pie, thick with gravy, served in a bowl, inverted and smothered in pea soup.

Melanie Hewitt

London

During David Cameron’s term at No 10, my father was asked by his doctor for the name of the prime minister (Letters, 30 June). After a slight pause, my father replied: “I hate his guts!” The doctor laughed and, pointing at my father, he turned to me and said: “There’s nothing wrong with him!” End of memory test.

Brenda Cox

Whitley Bay, Tyne and Wear

I understand how John Crace feels when he says: “Sometimes I wonder if the more football that I watch, the less I understand the game” (Digested week, 26 June). I feel the same about people generally. The longer I live and the more I see of us humans, the less sense we make.

Dave Wieberg

Sheffield

I see we are being encouraged to choose more sustainable swimwear (The filter, 29 June). I look forward to a revival of correspondence about the perils of the hand-knitted variety.

Pauline Jeffreys

Cardiff

Given the contents of Andy Burnham’s speech on Monday, I presume you are about to become the Manchester Guardian again. The paper is a world-leading trendsetter and has never really left its roots.

Maxwell Rance

Crowcombe, Somerset