After reading “At least 1,000 Damien Hirst artworks were painted years later than claimed” (22 May) I realised that Andy Warhol was right when he said: “Art is what you can get away with.” Robert Bonnington St Albans, Hertfordshire I once started a text to a retired Methodist minister friend, “Dear Stan” which was autocorrected to “Dear Satan.” Fortunately. I spotted it before clicking send (People with commonly autocorrected names call for tech firms to fix problem, 22 May). John Owens Romiley, Stockport In the 1960s, we used olive oil and raspberry vinegar – both from the chemist – to sunbathe: the former to crisp us and the latter to stain the skin brown (Letters, 23 May). Linzi Banks Kenilworth, Warwickshire Much as I find his writing humorous, what Adrian Chiles needs is not a 24-hour city, but a Thermos flask (In the early hours of a motorway service station, I learned that the 24-hour city is over, 23 May). Mona Sood Southend-on-Sea The final nail in the coffin of nominative determinism (Letters, 23 May) is surely the name of the Grimsby registrar on my father’s death certificate – J Stiff. Roy George St Lawrence, Isle of Wight It is very sad that Paula Vennells was in tears. She ought to be in prison (Rev Vennells wept but couldn’t remember much about sending innocent subpostmasters to jail. All so long ago, 22 May). Derek McMillan Durrington, West Sussex