SIMON: WTF. Time flies. Over twenty-five years ago you were just a clay-spattered potter with a dream... and a tea towel.

JONATHAN: Wha...

SIMON: When I would visit you at your studio, I would find you napping on a clay-spattered sofa with a tea towel draped over your eyes.

JONATHAN: Give me a break. I was wedging clay and throwing pots all day so needed a long nap in the afternoon.

SIMON: I would come in wearing my fancy Prada suits...

JONATHAN: That's why I gave you the nickname Truffles. You seemed very "posh" to me. Like a champagne Truffle, in a suit.

SIMON: ...and you would show me all the new stuff you were making.

JONATHAN: On our first Valentine’s Day - 1994? - I made you a vase with a heart.

SIMON: On the back it says TRUFFLES, so for the next twenty-five years I have had to answer the same question: Why is the word 'truffles' written on that vase?

JONATHAN: Sorry for the inconvenience. BTW what did you give me?

SIMON: I think I bought you a couple of Lacoste shirts. That was your look back then.

JONATHAN: Still is.

SIMON: And my nickname is still 'Truffles.' I'm still posh.