While visiting London for a few days I went to find the location where Ken had lived and died. I’d just visited his boyhood home on Marchmont Street (click on the last photo) and the location of his final home wasn’t far away. He’d been born in a one-bedroom dingy flat near Kings Cross Station and spent the rest of his life never more than half a mile from Euston. He always lived alone in a series of small sparsely-furnished flats. The flat where he lived his final years was on Osnaburgh Street and even though the block had been demolished I still had to take a look.
He lived the last sixteen years of