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.