Mystified by Jimmy Buffett’s greatest hit

I enjoyed the full account of the life of the singer-songwriter Jimmy Buffett (Obituary, 4 September) and certainly hadn’t registered the extent of his accomplishment as a businessman. The particular success of his song Margaritaville remains a mystery to me, however. It seems, at best, an unexceptionable sub-Eagles ditty. Far better, if only for its title, is My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink and I Don’t Love Jesus.
Ed Lilley
Bristol

So Lin Friend and her husband have “two Oxford degrees between them” (presumably one each?) but were unable to successfully renew their senior railcards (Letters, 7 September)? What chance then do people with polytechnic degrees, or even Russell Group degrees, have when it comes come to renewing their railcards? I’m not even going to try!
Ted Wilson
Mellor, Greater Manchester

To mark the first anniversary of King Charles acceding to the throne, it was good to see the Guardian sending him subliminal messages via the Wordwheel puzzle in your print edition (G2, 8 September), with “abdicate” clearly obtainable from the given letters.
Simon Townley
Toddington, Bedfordshire

I don’t want poetry from Keir Starmer, as Philip Clayton suggested (Letters, 5 September), I want probity.
Rosie Phillips
Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk

If, as appears likely, Keir Starmer’s Labour party forms a government after the next election, I will be happy that he campaigned in prose. And look forward to his governing in poetry.
Denise Thwaites
Totnes, Devon