The Rock & Roll Library, Farsight Gallery, 4 Flitcroft Street, London WC1

When I first heard about it, I couldn't imagine what it would all be about; Mick Jones's collection of personal ephemera? How could that be more interesting than my own?

Well, there was something very uplifting about this walk-through two room exhibition. Three huge frames hold collages: red, yellow and blue, of cuttings, ads, and (yes) coloured vinyl records, mixed together in an impression of 1960s childhood that was oddly moving. There are scary plastic-headed glove puppets, old media tech (TVs, film cameras, still cameras), strips of coloured film on lightboxes, zines, a booth with old comics (Hotspur, Beano, The Dandy) amongst other things. There are old Clash posters; there are armchairs and rugs and lamps.

 There's a notable absence of guitars (possibly far too risky security-wise). When we got there, Sean McClusky the gallery owner (and ex-JoBoxer) was just opening up. He told us there's a 28-year lease on the place and he's going to open a music venue in the basement. Yay! That's just what we need- a positive thought amongst the 'live music in small venues is dying' narrative.

On the way out we bumped into the DJ Steve Proctor and his friend, the Walthamstow Rock and Roll Book Club man, who is also a tube driver apparently. We chatted for ages.

I gather many pop stars of a certain pedigree have been to visit: Vic Godard, Shanne Bradley and more. I don't blame them: this was more than an exercise in nostalgia, because it took me right back to being an art student in the 1970s and the sort of clutter we worshipped with an irony that was beyond the comprehension of our elders. We deconstructed the madness of our world and held a mirror up to it's contradictions by juxtaposing all it's silliness by reconstructing it in an utterly different way.

I particularly liked the two dogs in the yard behind the gallery, energetically play-fighting and completely oblivious to human culture.

It was sunny, it was friendly, and it was the perfect antidote to the ghastly orange man and his demented henchman. Go!