Keith (“two livers”) Richards, save for the odd beer, has stopped drinking. “It’s been about a year now,” he was reported as saying. “I pulled the plug on it. I got fed up with it.”
I imagine the new situation will have caused alarm in some quarters. Surely there will be job losses as a result of this – in some distilleries, or among Keith’s domestic staff, because he must have had a drinks mixer and fixer: a person who knew the precise ratio of orangeade to vodka involved in Keith’s trademark cocktail (“nuclear waste”, it was called). Or what about the comedians who found a ready source of material in his dissolution? I like this, by Bill Hicks: “Keith went over the edge years ago, but when everyone looked down over the edge they saw there was a fucking ledge, and Keith had landed on it.”
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