Oh, to be able to return to those golden days of long ago when one could walk the byways and lanes of this wonderful, pleasant land without being mugged for a few paltry pounds in one's pocket and when you could leave doors and windows open without fear of brainless yobs breaking in and taking your prized possessions.

When are we going to wake up to the fact the so-called do-gooders have had their way far too long?

Those louts should be punished when caught. What a joke this community service has turned out to be.

They even tried boot camps but along came a politician and said: "Oh, dear, you can't treat people like this, it's far too harsh."

Harsh, my foot. The only way we are going to stop this mad rush to anarchy is to bring back the birch.

They say we have to give these low-lifes counselling. What a joke - they must be laughing all the way from the courts.

If ever I find anyone like this in my home, given the chance, they will never walk out the same as they came in. I know I will land in prison because it will be said I have broken the law. What a joke the law is.

They say the Victorian jail at Lewes is damp. Oh, dear, what a shame.

Come on, you honest, peace-loving people out there. Are there any others like me to tell those do-gooders where to get off?

Let our grandchildren and great-grandchildren play in these wonderful green fields once again that we fought for.

People say there is nothing we can do, that it has all gone too far. We can stop it if we all come together and say enough is enough. Tell these namby-pamby do-gooders to back off.

-J K C, former Grenadier Guardsman, Bognor Regis