Those familiar with Box Hill may know of the strange gravestone of a certain Peter Labelliere that can be found there. The gravestone proclaims that this eccentric resident of Dorking was buried there head downwards on the 11th July 1800. But if I had a chisel, I would carve the full story on the stone : but it would need to be a fine chisel because what a story it is. Labelliere was a soldier, a friend of Edmund Burke, John Wilkes and John Adams, a outspoken opponent of the British war against the American settlers, a brave campaigner for political reform and a gifted thinker who predicted many 19th and 20th century inventions long before they came to pass. And he was a writer. He would write about anything. He would write frequently. He would publish pamphlets and send them to everyone he knew. I like to think of him as an eighteenth century blogger. Now he is remembered simply for being an eccentric and for being buried feet up. He had a logical reason for this however. Like many of us older people he believed that the world had gone topsy-turvey. He wanted, he said, to be the right way up when, at the end of the day, things returned to normal. Major Peter, I raise a glass of beer in your honour.