The long-time Pink Floyd collaborator produced some of the most memorable LP covers of all time, including the iconic glass prism reflecting a colour spectrum on Dark Side Of The Moon. It regularly tops polls of the best album covers of all time, and Dave Gilmour and co. have paid tribute to him, saying that his vision was inseparable from their music.

For those of us old enough - and lucky enough - to remember the heyday of vinyl, those memories of hours spent in record shops flipping through LPs are surely as much about the cover as they are about the music.

Not an easy task on a TV show in which the star guest is only allowed to speak in 90 second segments, between items on eco-funerals/roller-skating dogs/eco-dogs/roller-skating funerals, or something similar.

Stone’s project, which explores some of the USA’s darkest episodes, sounds interesting, but I’m afraid I can’t provide you with any detail, as I was only able to focus on one element of his chat - his constant references to the UK as England.

That phrase has been running through my mind all week, after Scottish artist, the late Joan Eardley, hit the headlines, because it’s been revealed that she wrote love letters to a woman.

A selection of the letters has been published in a new book. No-one will be surprised that she was a lesbian, although apparently this fact had been previously unconfirmed.

How tragic that this brilliant woman died of cancer in 1963 when she was just 42. In my opinion, she was one of the most gifted painters of the 20th century.

As soon as the announcement was made that the Welsh star is to represent the UK in the annual TV campfest, one of my favourite gagsmiths, Tony Cowards, was leading the titters on Twitter.

Ms Tyler says she’s delighted to do the honours, and I’m delighted for her - who wouldn’t be pleased to see a sassy mature woman with a Woodbine voice belting it out for Britain?

Yes, in the middle of the season of bland, back-slapping gatherings, this was the most corporate and well-behaved of the bunch.

Sponsored by a credit card company, it was a celebration of everything from the manufactured - One Direction, to the posh - Mumford & Sons. It’s what we’ve come to expect since the organisers and ITV imposed a zero tolerance policy on any vaguely erratic swearing or bum-baring rock star behaviour.

But only one has issued performers and audience members with this delightfully detailed warning: "Please be sure that buttocks and female breasts are adequately covered. Thong type costumes are problematic. Please avoid exposing bare flesh under curves of the buttocks and buttock crack."

Charming, isn't it? And are uncovered male breasts allowed?

This week, the programme won Best Sitcom at the National Television Awards (or the NTAs, if you’re in the biz, dahling), beating Absolutely Fabulous, Benidorm and The Big Bang Theory. 

These gongs are unique because they’re voted for by viewers, who have already given it the most important award of all - record viewing figures. One estimate of the cumulative audience for the show is an anstonishing 15 million. The Christmas Eve special beat Eastenders, Downton Abbey and Call the Midwife, and it’s overtaken Miranda in the Monday night ratings.

The thesp is playing the title role in Bob Servant Independent - the new TV comedy about the ridiculous, larger than life, local businessman, which follows on from the popular books and radio series written by Neil Forsyth (no relation).

In the TV series, the self-aggrandising Dundee Mr Big launches himself into the world of politics by running as an independent candidate in the local by-election. The problem is that the so-called 'man of the people' doesn't actually like people. Not like real-life politicians at all, then.