Joe always has one symptom that requires examination and, as every doctor knows, the more clothes to be removed the less likely any important clinical finding. When he hangs his coat on the hook it’s a territorial marker, the visual parallel to a hyena widdling on a tree. “I’m here,” it says, “And I’m here for a while, till I’m ready to go, and nobody is gonna shift me.” His style looked preppie, with just a hint of old Etonian. …