For the record – to note for posterity a private thing between my late partner and myself – the four beautiful big bronze horses in the fountain at Leicester Square are called, from left to right:
Doubtless other people have named them differently, but these were our names. Every time I saw them with John I would test his memory and he would generally get them right. Sometimes we would dispute which was Callisto and which was Florian.
May they draw his chariot through the heavens!