He was kneeling on the filthy pavement with his hands on his head, outside that posh new lingerie shop on the corner, opposite where the old library used to be. His leather leash was tied to a lamp post. His naked body was trembling. Then, two young women strolled up to him, and the tall one, who was wearing a pink maxi-dress, white trainers and far too much makeup, said something like: “Oh, look how cute you are. She’s got you so well trained, hasn’t she?” Then, the other woman, who clearly works in some kind of swanky office, said: “She’s got this so right, hasn’t she? — men definitely make the best pets.” As the tall blonde woman smiled and nodded, I thought, I must be witnessing a piece of performance art. Then, the waitress came out to take my order, and when I looked back over, they’d gone.