“I FIRST met Keith at the Warwick Road squats, which even by the druggy standards of the day were pretty hardcore. It was late ’75 or ’76, so I was 17 or 18 and he would have still been a teenager, maybe 19. He had charisma and a great sense of humour, very intelligent. He was a Jewish guy from North London, privately educated, and I was coming out the East End, but he was more than happy to deal with me. There was lots of mad energy, we were probably both speeding. But we
