Dusty - Twink was, perhaps, the most erudite officer in the service, addicted to composing Greek odes on palm trees in the sunset, or crocodiles in the Tana River. He was also extremely efficient.

An enormous, freckled, raw-boned Scot, tough and cunning as a buffalo, with a heart of gold and feet like boats, known to his colleagues as Twinkletoes.

Peter Fullerton email: After Independence  he went as a Game Warden to Ethiopia. I never met him again, and he never joined the Kenya Administration Club. He was a bachelor all that time  in Africa but long after he retired he married Alison who had been the Principal of Homerton College, Cambridge.  They had met in Machakos years ago when she was an Education Officer there and he was DO. They retired to Spain together, and George died there in 2002.   His wife died much later.  I happened to read her obituary in The Times which is where I first heard of their marriage.

I never met George Brown again after 1953 in Kipini.   He was a large man, 6’ 4” with shaggy fair hair.  He had a short fuse and seemed to have contempt for most people, white and black. Someone once told him that he was the rudest man in Kenya.  He replied:  “Not true.  My brother is”.  His brother was Leslie Brown, the Deputy Director of Agriculture in Kenya. George Brown was known in Kenya as “Marmalade Joe”  because it was said he only ate bread and jam until supper time.  He was an able and stern  DC.   He was well read in history , and I got on well with him as his DO.
Colony to Nation (ed. John Johnson (pages 129-130) 'Marmalade Joe' by Ian Willis, his DO in Samburu.  He was a stickler for the rules. I enjoyed serving under George but not everyone did. He had been a naval officer and was aware that the senior police officer had been a stoker. At a provincial meeting in Isiolo he told the police officer to 'get below'. Relations with the Kenya Police became even more delicate after the DC's dog had sat on his police hat during breakfast. George's nickname Marmalade came from his frugality. He ate bread and marmalade for breakfast and expected his guests to do the same. On safari he made do with a pocket full of raisins. His dogs posed a problem for visitors too. He had a fierce ridgeback and a little dog called Kahli which had belonged to his father in India. No one could enter George's home or his office in the boma unless George came to the door to let them in. George was a good administrator. He commanded the respect of his staff and of the Samburu people. We got on exceedingly well, but my wife and I always took great care not to dilute his single malt whisky with water.