I WAS sympathetic to the plight of Dorothy Lewis (Letters, February 9), who could not get the music turned down in the gym as someone had asked them to "turn the music up". This happened to me in a pub in Glasgow once (it was an appalling pop record). In a moment of lateral thinking I put a really nasty Black Sabbath song on the juke box. How we laughed.

Alex McMahon,

48 Thornwood Terrace, Glasgow.