My second wife, Anna (Aroha te Paora). One of the most talented (and beautiful) people I ever knew. My behaviour was dreadful.

1943; 7 years old;  I had just gone to boarding school, and my brother George wanted to come too, Aged 5. God, how I miss him.

Success is going to my paunch and thinning my hair.

Paul Rowney and I off to the races. He founded Direct Response magazine, for which I wrote a monthly column and a weekly newsletter.

Looking disgustingly smug. If I remember right we never got beyond the lunch, but a while later I bought Strathclyde, a racehorse that cost me a fortune.

My mother in the dress she wore (reluctantly) for the Glamorous Grandmother contest.

Standing in front of who knows what or where.

My mother and I drinking dangerous cocktails at Trader Vic’s in Park Lane

Would you buy anything from this shifty looking individual?

Mother, George and I in Stamford Park.

I’d just got my first advertising job in Liverpool. £9 a week… and is that a cigar in my hand? The suit cost less than £10.

My father grappling with the Times crossword outside The Sycamore Inn

Mother and father at a wedding. Like the hairdo?

My mother with my brother. She hated her ankles; I remember those shoes.

Mother, still looking pretty glamorous in her ‘70’s

Father and two friends outside the front door to the Sycamore: he had a personalised pewter tankard – so did I.

My first ever overseas holiday - shot in Palma de Mallorca … staying at the Bonanza Hotel, Magaluf, before the town was invaded by British drunk.

Managers of O & M Direct from around the world – taken God knows where.

Mother with cat… and a sideboard I remember from my childhood.

A memorable THB & W day out with Glenmore and our drunken staff. We were about to jump into the swimming pool with all our clothes on.

My mother with just a few of her legion of dogs plus baby – maybe Joanna - in the bar of her hotel.My mother with just a few of her legion of dogs plus baby – maybe Joanna - in the bar of her hotel.

Baby Drayton

My brother George with my parents, outside The Sycamore.

The scoundrels of THB&W

THB&W, the Covent Garden Offices. Michael Carpenter, second left, has been my partner on and off since 1967 … we first met in 1963. The man standing up we fired.

Looking unreasonably pleased with myself, God knows why.

In Manhattan with my sons and their dodgy friends. Just kidding, Luigi.

My Grandfather Colston  best-dressed man on the Cotton Exchange; the only picture I ever saw … I don’t recall ever meeting him.

Smoke gets in my eyes; or was I trying to look quizzical?

Father and mother in the bar at the Sycamore. Note the cocktail shaker. I made some lethal concoctions with that.

My first wife Pamela with the children.

Baby Philip, me, my father and grandpa outside Stamford Park opposite the Sycamore, 60 years ago.

If ever a prediction was wrong, this was it. Another of my failures! And it wasn’t a Savile Row suit.