Once upon a long ago I met an American exchange student called Cindy. I think she was from one of the middle states, where the corn, and the blondes, grow tall. The statuesque figure, and the name, led me to call her Barbie. Then I had to explain how Sindy was the British Barbie and so on.

I wasn’t even very, very drunk, either. Later, her boyfriend (I didn’t call him Ken) asked me for relationship advice.

Mad fool.

Anyway, I digress. It seems Barbie and Ken- the real Barbie and Ken- are to split up.