I write in response to your front page story about the man who was paid a visit by police for selling “saucy postcards” in his seafront shop (The Argus, September 19).

About 50 years ago, on a sunny summer Sunday afternoon, my nan and I would walk from Fiveways down to the seafront. We would then have a pleasant walk along to the West Pier .

On the way back to the Palace Pier , we would walk along the lower promenade where all the shops are.

Why? So we could look at the saucy postcards and have a laugh.

My nan was a Victorian, but she never said I couldn’t read them.

These cheeky postcards are part of the seaside.

In Victorian times and before, people would faint if someone showed an ankle in public.

Times move on. These postcards are not obscene – they are just suggestive humour. You don’t see a full-frontal naked shot of anyone. We all have bare bottoms and there is nothing wrong in looking at a picture of bare breasts as long as they are shown in the correct way.

There is cheeky humour, obscenity and pornography available to all if you choose to look for it.

I suggest Ashley Steinschauer, who complained about these postcards in your story, gets a life and a sense of humour. As a vicar, I bet his sermons are really interesting...

If he wants to protest about obscenity, he should come to Brighton Pride and see the way some people dress. That would give him something to complain about.

And in case Mr Steinschauer wonders about my values, I would like to tell him I am a Christian, and know the difference between right and wrong.

Christine Luffman, Rotherfield Crescent, Hollingbury