Although we are related, the first time I met Clifford was in Prague when he came to visit us. I think it was in early 1968 and I hadn't understood a word he said despite, or perhaps because of, private English lessons. Later that year when we left Czechoslovakia he came to liberate us from forever circling Marble Arch and we followed his car to South Woodford, where we imposed upon the family's hospitality for three months. As my English had not progressed, he showed me how to read base clef so I could play the piano. However, I was so bad at it, he quickly got one of his fellow musicians to lend me a guitar, for which I was very grateful! As my English progressed, he explained the arcane principles of cryptic crosswords, unique to England, possibly due to the intrinsic ambiguity of the language. Most of all I remember Clifford as a witty bon viveur, fond of speaking in epigrams. My favourite is : 'A sausage is an animal inside out'. I really miss him.