With the recent sad loss of screen legend Paul Newman (The Biz, Oxford Mail, September 29), I thought I might mark his death by re-enacting a scene from one of his films.

Not being too keen on eating vast quantities of hard-boiled eggs (Cool-Hand Luke), a more adventurous role was needed.

I know — Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

I shall require horses, a wagon and some dynamite. Wait a minute, let me be more daring and replace the dynamite with nitro-glycerine.

Hold your horses! This won't work. Not because I may be arrested for possessing nitro, or that I look so much like Paul Newman I would be signing autographs all the time.

It's because I wouldn't last five minutes travelling in a wagon full of nitro' on the roads in Rose Hill, Oxford.

They are full of cracks and potholes, caused by contractors' vehicles and machinery involved in the new homes being built there.

So, while our councillors get these roads in a roadworthy condition, I guess I will have to eat plate-loads of hard-boiled eggs after all. With so many banks going into debt, would they be worth robbing anyway?

RIP Paul Newman.

CHRIS BOSWELL Williamson Way Rose Hill Oxford