The four short-listed contenders for the Turner prize are to be seen at Tramway in Glasgow. Andrew and I were there yesterday and after fortifying ourselves with some so-called Scottish tapas and half a litre of red cantered round. This is the corner of a room containing several similar groups of fur-coated chairs.  

We didn't immediately grasp the meaning of this work. Indeed Andrew dismissed it as "all fur coat and no knickers" so we sought enlightenment in the descriptive poster. 

Going with the spirit of its wobbly word order I suspect that many vintage women, and vintage men too, will consider this to be vintage art-speak that sheds little light. Perhaps it is as clear as day to the non-vintage social media generation.

It was nice to get back over the rainswept M8 to some recognisably worthwhile art, albeit musical art, with the SCO's joyous romp through Sibelius's Third Symphony.