An itinerant vagabond I met in Soho at a time of great upheaval in my life, a Summer I do not wish to remember right now, the student digs vacated, an influx of tourists and chancers, Russell Square, Bloomsbury and Brunswick fallen silent among the tumult of Soho. Things never stay the same. The faces change, new businesses move in, gentrification rots, old acquaintances disappear, the venerable ghosts are no more. But for the Marabout.