Just after Christmas I accidentally fed my old grey mare a clementine that had somehow infiltrated itself into a bag of apples. Her expression as she spat it out was the most eloquent distillation of disgust I have ever seen on the face of any living creature. Imagine Germaine Greer contemplating the fuchsia atrocity that is Labour's Woman to Woman campaign bus, and you have the general idea.
For some reason it was the affronted phiz of my dear old nag that came to mind when I saw the pictures of Anna Wintour, the editor of American Vogue, at Kanye West's New York Fashion Week debut show last week. Kanye, as you all know, is married to the reality star Kim Kardashian, and they have an 18-month-old daughter, North, who occupied the place of honour in the front row at her father's show, perched on her mother's knee and flanked by Wintour to the left and Beyonce to the right.
Possibly, the celebrity mite didn't care for the clothes (unforgiving flesh-coloured body stockings, mostly). At any rate she began to howl and had to be carried out by her mama while Wintour edged away with the expression of an elderly horse who has just bitten into a clementine.
When it comes to tantrums at fashion shows, North has form. She was photographed at Givenchy last September in a tiny see-through black lace frock and tears. Last weekend she was seen couture-clad and furious, squirming in her mother's arms at Alexander Wang. She could hardly make her views on fashion shows more clear. And yet her parents continue to inflict these penitential events on her - and her on them.
Anyone who has ever taken a toddler to a religious service, an art gallery or a restaurant knows about the astonishing hostility that small children can inspire in otherwise quite civilised grown-ups. Contrariwise, anyone who has tried to pray, concentrate on a picture or enjoy a meal in peace will be guiltily familiar with the surge of fury that rises at the sound of infant mewling.