Gary’s Georgian gem and Wayne’s arty kitchen  Over supper, I
asked my wife to complete the following sentence: "A collection
of Clarice Cliff ceramics, worth an estimated £40,000, will be
sold at Woolley and Wallis in Salisbury on March 9, the property
of Mr . . ."  Mrs Davies likes Clarice Cliff, likes her art-deco
style, and also her story, how she started work in Stoke-on-
Trent aged 13 in 1912 painting gold lines on plates, rising to
become the most eminent, distinctive pottery designer of the
1920s and 1930s.  My wife has only three Clarice Cliff pieces,
the last of which, a bowl, I paid £80 for at a Cockermouth
auction a year ago. I do spoil her.  Is it someone I know? She
asked. Not quite, pet, I replied. But a household name, I added,
at least in our house. Oh do get on with it. OK, the answer is,
tarran tarran, Jimmy Greaves.  That is surprising, she said.
Which it is, though one must take care not to be patronising
when it comes to our football heroes. I remember being really
surprised when Mike Engl