Vocalist with The Rolling Stones.
...a subbasement which had probably been a wine cellar. It was rustic and decrepit; it
really looked like an old-time log cabin, with rough-hewn wood, bristling with splinters. On the day Mick Jagger stopped by for his first visit, one of the above-mentioned splinters
crammed itself into the end of the big toe on my right foot, just as I was making my way to the door.
I greeted Mr. Jagger, hopping on one foot. He asked why I was behaving in this manner. I told him
about the splinter and hobbled over to a chair. He followed, got on the floor in front of me, located the
little wooden tormentor and removed it. We spent about an hour after that discussing European history.