Now that's one story I haven't heard Laurence! As I would have been the owner of Canis at the time, I'm intrigued-do tell!
I seem to remember Tony had been a journalist on a Derby newspaper prior to meeting Ken. Is that correct, or does me memory fail me?
Stories about KK abound-he and I went round to Salvage Turn one wet afternoon to look at a boat. I think it was the Brittania. His driving was, as I'm sure you know, appalling and after frightening me witless driving across from Carl St. to Brum in his old Volvo estate, he abandons the car on the pavement, wipes off his steamed-up spectacles, dons a very ancient crispy Pac-a-Mac, grabs his trusty 'ommer along with sundry other tools and proceeds to poke and prod at this old girl, innocently sat there minding her own business. After a few minutes, the inevitable water spout appears. KK says, "Time to leave", and leaps out. We're stood on the bank, considering our next move, when KK espies an old bike lying in the hold. Without further ado, he has the front wheel off, the tyre cut off and a patch of decaying rubber made up, which he then neatly tacks over the offending hole, sealed with a handful of towpath grot. Bosh! Leak stemmed, survey continued. He was a lovely man.