Can we stop referring to Donald Trump and especially Nigel Farage as “strongmen” (Letters, 16 January). My great-uncle Joe was a strong man, hewing tons of coal from a 3ft seam at Dean and Chapter Colliery. Despite his dressing-up-box farmer’s attire, I doubt Farage has ever soiled his hands. Jim McManners Trimdon Grange, County Durham I sympathise with Helen Evans about the number of photos of Donald Trump in the Guardian (Letters, 17 January). But I have a solution to this problem. I select them to put on the kitchen floor at night for the puppy to pee on. Helen Owen Whitcliffe, Shropshire In 2015, the late and much-missed Michele Hanson wrote: “I now need a big, black, felt-tip pen beside me in the mornings when I’m reading my paper, so that I can quickly blot out any image of George Osborne … On Sunday, I had to blot out Donald Trump as well.” I often reflect on that piece of advice when picking up my newspaper. Deborah Sheridan Finchingfield, Essex If you can’t make it to Paris (David Hockney unveils unseen work for major Paris retrospective, 20 January), and even if you can, Cartwright Hall in Bradford has a permanent Hockney gallery covering the artist’s whole career, from his student days through to more recent iPad experiments. Warren Brown Ilkley, West Yorkshire My response, when guilty of a minor misdemeanour, to the teacher’s “What’s the matter, Horne?” was “A mountain, sir” (Letters, 21 January). I thought this extremely witty, as did my classmates. I was put in detention and given 100 lines. Bob Horne Lightcliffe, West Yorkshire