How to piss off a Rolling Stone!
Roll back about 22 years, location Gatwick Airport, Compass Lounge.

I'd travelled from Glasgow to Heathrow en route to Dubai. The guy on the seat next to me had brought a trumpet case on board the shuttle flight and seemed a reasonable kind of bloke. Chatting away he explained the trumpet as he was part of the "Charlie Watt's Big Band" and was off to the USA for the groups American tour.

In Gatwick, we made straight for the bar, met other members of the "Big Band" and proceeded to get "charged up" for our respective flight's. After a couple of beer's a respectable looking gentleman approached the table with two bottles of wine, glasses and a face I recognised. "Wotcher Boy's, anyone want some wine?" he asked the band!

Yup,'twas the man, Charlie Watts himself. I'd never really met a celeb before but I was gobsmacked at how easy he was to talk to and the fact that there were no "airs and graces" with him. Being in the company of the band members I was accepted without question and we got fired into the proffered Chardonnay.

Fast forward, me, thinking I'm being amusing jumps into the conversation with what I thought was a topical joke!

"What's the difference between Bill Wyman and a Whippet?"

Stunned silence!

"A Whippet waits for the hairs to come out"

Cue the Stones drummer, going apeshit, storming away and my new found friends staring at me with distaste and mutters of "that really pissed the Guvn'r off"

"Final call for Emirates Flight EK010 to Dubai" could not come quick enough!
( fagilliD Fuck I'm good!, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 1:26, Reply)