An art gallery in South London. I watch a piece of video art about what is inside and what is outside. On the way out, I approach the curator with my question. He stands up from where he is seated. He has thick dreadlocks tied back from his face, a protruding beard and multi-coloured canvas trainers. Upright, he is surprisingly short.
He answers my question. 'As in ... and George?' I ask. 'No', he replies, 'After my Dad'. He sits back on his chair and leans back, 'Although I'd never thought of it like that'.
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