One Sohoite, Sally Thomas, became close enough to merit daily telephone calls and acted as the sponsor of shopping trips to Gap (Pam favoured the chain’s brand of jeans). “She never talked about what had happened in her past, just that she had been very close to her mother,” Sally Thomas recalled. “If ever we got to Oxford Street [Soho’s northern border] Pam would grip my hand tightly and become worried. She never felt comfortable outside of Soho or the little patch of Pimlico where she stayed in a hostel for £7 a night for years on end.”