December 2002 Kensington High St. London
I used to love Lemmy. I mean really love this bass-wielding, hard living rock ‘n’ roll legend.
Until I met him that is.
After we’d shaken hands I told him how much I used to love his band (I used to follow them from gig to gig in the 1970’s and had the Motörhead logo emblazoned on the back of my leather jacket).
His curmudgeonly response was “Why did you stop?”
Without thinking I shot back “Well I guess I grew up!”
Things did not improve.