Give a little whistle to revive a dying art | Brief letters

Instead of the recorder (Letters, 24 August), why not teach whistling? It is a dying art, yet cheap, portable and expressive. Our dad whistled all the time, even when ballroom dancing with Mum. I suspect that whistling is dying out because of the demise of memorable tunes and the absence of profit. I think I will now do some gardening and try the Beatles’ With a Little Help from My Friends.
Christopher Bocci
Freshford, Somerset

As a retired primary headteacher, I have seen the expression on Donald Trump’s face in his Georgia arrest mugshot thousands of times (Report, 25 August). It’s the “you’re always picking on me”, “no, I won’t say sorry” or “you said you weren’t going to tell my mum” face, or possibly a combination of all three.
Toby Wood
Peterborough

Please stop calling this a kiss, which makes it seem pleasant (Jenni Hermoso ‘did not consent’ to being kissed by Rubiales, 25 August). Can we refer to what it is: unacceptable behaviour in the workplace or even an alleged sexual assault?
Heather Penny-Larter
Swindon, Wiltshire

I am starting to think that Nadine Dorries should be made a dame (‘As useful as a chocolate teapot’: voters’ verdict on awol Nadine Dorries, 26 August). After all, she has presided over a pantomime in the latter years of her political career.
John Davie
Flitwick, Bedfordshire

I’ve been chatting to some old school pals, and we remember Mr Brayne (Letters, 25 August) wearing an elbow-patched tweed jacket when teaching at Ashton grammar school in the 1970s.
Michael Bowden
Otley, West Yorkshire