2. I always thought that my life couldn't be written about. I remember the day I began to change. It's in the poem I wrote called 'Rhubarbarians'. I used to go walking with my father near East Ardsley, where the rhubarb fields were; tusky, as we called it. He told me that 98% of British rhubarb came from Leeds. And my Dad said, 'Oh I was in a play once, I was; I held a spear in Julius Caesar at school.' He said they taught him, as they do in the theatre, to make indescribable crowd noises by saying 'rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb'. So I always had that sense that saying 'rhubarb' was what my life was about, whereas the central literary life was elsewhere. (Tony Harrison)
3. I keep an unruly rhubarb patch in the back yard. Baked in crumbles, or stewed with a dollop of cream or custard.
4. An April 1st party for Rhuby Soho.
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