On the wall of his study, he keeps a gallimaufry of images—among them Dylan, Freud, David Bowie, his mother, and Brian Eno.

In the 1980s as in the 1880s, “the rich gallimaufry of fame”, as Barnes writes, was predominantly male.

Those who love Cohen may find in this gallimaufry the answer to their prayers.

But I am a lame gallimaufry and she remains perfect.

He shows me how to make a gallimaufry, a stew of diced meat, onion, and vegetables, with mustard, ginger, and vinegar.