A bizarre story caught my eye concerning Henry Nott of The London Missionary Society, and a bricklayer from Bromsgrove by trade, who failed to convert a single Tahitian in 22 years of trying, starting in 1797. 'Possibly', Sue Arnold wryly suggests in her audio book review, 'because they were too busy killing, flattening and drying their neighbours, then making a big hole in the middle and wearing them like ponchos'.   I presume they would be waterproof, but how did they keep the ponchos soft and supple?  Ugh!  A disgusting thought.  However,  I do quite like the Tahitians for their persistence in rejecting Nott's offer of a false god.