Just a quick observation today: I was in woolwich earlier on a walk. As I was going through the ancient market, one of the stall-holders shouted ‘Rasberry!’ Obviously he was selling the fruit, but I’m so used to cockney rhyming slang that I stopped in my tracks. I thought he was hurling random insults at me, as in cockney raspberry translates into cripple via ‘raspberry ripple’. I thought someone was randomly hurling abuse at me. Of course, when I turned around I realized what he meant, but it is kind of strange to note how such mistakes can arrise, and, perhaps, how sensitive I’m becoming.