In which Tony takes design direction from band manager and knob George Lyttleton.

“In the meantime," said Lyttleton, after outlining his plans for the formation of an executive production company, "one of our stable has a new album coming out, and we have the usual artwork requirements.”

“Who’s the artist?” I asked.

“It’s not important.”

“Just out of interest.”

“A singer-songwriter by the name of Campbell.”

“Glen by any chance?”

“That’s right,” he said. “Campbell Glen.” I made a mental note never to make jokes with Lyttleton as he had no recognisable sense of humour.

“I’ve brought some photographs,” he continued, producing a hard-backed envelope which I proceeded to open. They were pictures of himself in various holiday locations, grinning cheesily at the camera.

“Wouldn’t it have been better to bring pictures of the singer?” I asked.

“Well yes, but I didn’t want to prejudice your design. It’s important to me that you employ whatever type of image you see fit, I have no clams about that.”

“You have no clams?”

“That’s right,” he said. “I don’t care.” Lyttleton may have been as confused as I was generally but even I wouldn’t mistake misgivings for shellfish.