I first met Meg (Megan Aikman) probably in Bunjies, the Porcupine pub and Cousins and sometime after she was my ticket to busking in the West End of London when I accompanied her on guitar, starting off on Villiers Street under the Arches (ho hum). Eventually blagging my way on to the cinema queues round Leicester Square and beyond. She was not, to my knowledge, a rough sleeper or an alcoholic (although many older buskers and a few of the younger cohort certainly were). I think her family would object to picturing her as some down and out but it’s an understandable mistake. She’d had a hard life and was probably older than she looked. The clothes were part of the aura, I suppose. I liked Meg a lot and learned much from her…