Acting as a bookmark between the pages of Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood, this thumbnail sketch of a man in a bar in Bolivia.

The paper is a Cacho* score sheet, distributed in bars and sponsored by the major singani brand, San Pedro. People always used to tell me that “se puede huele las uvas en el singani San Pedro” but frankly, I’d be amazed if you could smell anything after a couple of glasses of that stuff. Let’s just say it’s an acquired taste. Much much more palatable when you turn it into Chuflay (which involves mixing it with lemon juice, ice and fizzy water/soda water).

I’m no artist, but it’s quite a good likeness of Richard - when I compare it with photos of the real thing, at least. Perhaps the alcohol and the altitude conspired to make me a better artist?

I wonder where Richard is now. Probably still playing cacho in a Bolivian bar.

* I got very good at Cachito - so good that I kept winning bottles of evil-tasting singani. I blame the luck of the wrist.