Some poor souls have been cast into outer darkness for far too long. It's time to forgive, forget and let them back in again. I would like to nominate:-

ROLF HARRIS: made the 'novelty' record Sun Arise with George Martin at the age of 32, a ground-breaking piece of production full of exotic aboriginal noise. Solicited the most revealing and extraordinary interview from The Queen while painting her portrait - like a hairdresser with a relaxed but slightly bored subject - in 2006, at the age of 76. Enough to overshadow anything irksome in between.

PHIL COLLINS: tremendous drummer, perfectly acceptable singer, veteran of such almighty prog excursions as The Return Of The Giant Hogweed on 1971's Nursery Crime, produced a lovable John Martyn album, been sampled to death, makes good speeches. Fine fellow.

Any more suggestions?

In an idle moment, mighty WORD correspondent JOHN NAUGHTON finds himself extending the 'Sleepless in Seattle' minor ailment franchise.

Breathless in Baltimore
Incontinent in Indianapolis
Anaemic in Anaheim
Constipated in Concord
Flatulent in Flatbush
Asthmatic in Albuquerque
Jaundiced in Jacksonville
Nauseous in Nashville
Anxious in Anchorage
Bronchial in Baton Rouge

Any other readers care to add?

It doesn't come much more WORD than this, just in from Love Trousers lead guitarist Neil Brockbank (doing the sound on the current Nick Lowe/Robyn Hitchcock US tour). It's Nick and Robyn joined by Elvis Costello in the Grand Ballroon at New York's Manhattan Center on Wednesday April 9 for a three-part harmony encore of The Beatles' If I Fell and the Elvis Presley standard Mystery Train.

More of this, I'm saying. It's from a recent edition of Bob Dylan's Theme-Time Radio Hour. Thirty seconds into this one minute clip about the origins of the word 'posh' he throws in an impersonation - "as Sean Connery would say,'on the shady shide of the ship'".
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