Olive was the name of my mother’s sister. Elder sister. And my aunt, obviously. Alan Price — in the guise of Simon Smith — had an amazing dancing bear back in 1967. It wasn’t called Olive, though. For no reason I can think of, I always assumed the bear I ‘met’ in Istanbul back in 1982 was male. I was focused on the muzzle and the chain, I suppose. I have placed your request in a queue to be processed by the internal self-esteem and embarrassment command. They will get back to you.