In the last month, both Paul Thompson & Fraser Lewry have presented excellent pieces on the current Mick Jones exhibition. If you're saying to yourself, "Thanks very much but that's enough already!", then please move along.

Otherwise, stay with me for a moment. Every few days, Mick toddles along to Chelsea Space, takes some things away, adds new elements, and moves some items about.

So, if I still have you with me - there are some 'fresh' (though dusty) new pieces to be seen, from this slideshow of photos I took when I visited Chelsea Space yesterday. If you are thinking of going along, hurry, hurry, hurry. It closes on April 18th.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/81493509@N00/sets/72157616728166105/show/

Ah the halcyon show, from the 60s and 70s, with Frank Muir, Patrick Campbell and Robert Robinson - one true definition and two 'bluffs'; but what if it was revived today? The world has moved on. New words and meanings have come amongst us.
Here are some suggestions for the first show:

Spotify
1. Bleach based cleaning fluid.
2. US term denoting a penalty kick in a soccer game ("The umpire has spotified the play!").
3. Revolutionary music software that killed the music 'business'.

Coldplay
1. Opening match of English first class cricket season.
2. Award winning, if rather bland, rocksters.
3. Pantomime on ice, featuring Phillip Schofield.

Hepworth
1. 1970s TV Detective ("Call For D.I. Hepworth!").
2. Term used to calculate value of Twitter comments, by way of algorithms.
3. Occasionally grumpy, veteran commentator on issues related to music.

Any more?

A couple of weeks back, I supplied a smart-alec caption for one of Mr Hepworth's legendary competitions. Because Jupiter aligned with Mars, I was judged the winner.
I anticipated, fellow Worders, that I would, in the fullness of time, receive, perhaps, a CD that Cheapo Cheapos of Berwick Street had declined to buy from The Word staff, and I guessed I might also find enclosed, a compliments slip, signed by DH with a 'thank you for your interest' stylee.


Weep into the night my Word following chums. Weep long and hard. For I have received three CDs from the personal review pile belonging to Kate Mossman. Not only that, I have a note (well two 'post it' notes) written by the extraordinarily fair hand of Ms Mossman herself!
Oh yes indeed, and one of the CDs is 'Otis Redding Live in London & Paris'! (We will draw a veil over the other two)
I have arranged, via the good services of Islington Council, to borrow a gritter lorry, and will be using it to spread twenty thousand rose petals along the entire length of Pentonville Road, in honour of the delightful Kate.
My life's work is now complete. I have no more rivers to cross.