Jay Kay: The Esquire Interview

THERE ARE DOGS and there are dogs. The two German Shepherds growling and baring teeth on the drive of Jay Kay's Buckinghamshire estate, are the kind phobias are made of. Stares fixed, bodies twitching, they make the sign that warns of their presence at the drive's entrance seem woefully inadequate. Between barks comes the sound of Adidas advancing, at pace, across the gravel, and a cockney attempt to calm the baying security. "Luga. Titan. Behave."