Dont judge a book by its cover, or a bag lady by her appearance. I didnt always look like this, she says. Being barmy doesnt mean Im stupid. Lady Bag does have her problems her close relationship with cheap red wine, for example. When she gets hammered she talks to her dog. When shes extra-hammered her dog talks to her. Guess who makes better sense. She and her rescue greyhound, Electra, wander through the streets of London, seeing a Dickensian side of the capital city thats visible only to the homeless. Together they accept the kindness and unkindness of strangers with the same wry patience. Until, on one dreadful day, they meet the Devil outside the National Portrait Gallery