Though it is months since I cast eyes on him, I can see him now, standing self-confidently on his own private quay, with the most chic of Virginian cigarettes smouldering between his aristocratic lips and the very latest and most elegant of Bond Street Khaki Neckwear distinguishing him from the mixed crowd about him.

It has been put about by a pack of women who are jealous of my wife's good looks and her chic in dress.

It's chic without being bizarre.