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from the work of clever clogs george hart ... http://www.georgehart.com/rp/rp.html
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At a farm in Surrey where good cheeses are oak-smoked, there is a workaholic gardener called Ian … deaf, arthritic, full of fun, and covered in tattoos which probably date back to the days of National Service in the British Army.
We tease one another.
Then one day he jabs me in the chest with a work-worn finger and demands “Some respect, with a capital R”.
I reply “Why don’t you have the whole word in capitals … and you can tattoo it across your arse ?”
Later, I tell this story to Doctor Litchfield, the psycho-topographer.
Her amusement seems disproportionate until she explains that she’s recently had her initial written as a capital letter on her body at a trendy tattoo parlour ... capital R for Rebecca.
I don't ask her where it has been written, but it is fun to speculate.
A few days later, despite the insult … Ian presents me with two very promising bottles of his home-made wine … and this jar of home-made piccalilli, which he calls chilli-lilli.