Oh he’s not so bad is Ken Tray. You develop a degree of amnesia over his antics and sometimes you feel he’s a kind of enhancement of your enigmatic and rather aloof personality in the eyes of the public. Yesterday in the park I sauntered past an attractive man, around my age, who had a Yorkshire Terrier on the lead and you could tell that he was a little envious of us, of how large my dog was.

A large and sleek and handsome hound gives a woman a kind of style, wouldn’t you say?