How entertaining to find Citizen Smith reappearing after all these years, masquerading as Wayne Hemingway (10 January, page 26).
It's reassuring to find him still unwilling to let the truth get in the way of a good propaganda opportunity.

Of all he writes I take particular exception to his notion that we, the real working classes (the pretend working classes rarely, in fact, ever work), "carry on with our personal hedonism, buying our beautiful second homes … and allow those less fortunate to have their identical soulless boxes in some suburban location". In defence of my class, I would like to point out to Smithy that we pay the market value for our homes and are not usually entitled to a £50,000 house for £20,000. Perhaps if his brothers spent less on Versace jeans they too could afford to engage in a little personal hedonism. But then again, the popularity of right-to-buy suggests that perhaps these soulless boxes aren't all that bad after all …