AH, the “silly season” raises its head again to try to stare down the city’s newsmen.

Take heart, though. Remember the legendary Sir Harold Evans, now in his late eighties, who refused to acknowledge the silly season.

Where people congregate newsworthy things happen he insisted as he galloped through his Westminster Press days of which the Yorkshire Evening Press was then part.

All that’s needed, dear hacks, is imagination and enthusiasm to track down the good, bad, ugly and beautiful stories.

It’s good to remember, too, that the great Irish novelist, Edna O’Brien, long ago decided August is a wicked month.

Okay then. With a pinch of silliness thrown in, go for ‘em, the holiday yarns.

Ron Willis, First Avenue, Mount Lawley, Western Australia.