Then, just before he departs, he tells me about finally getting to meet his hero, Keith Richards, and how his mates went mental when he told them, and how he was "shy as fuck" when confronted by the greatest rock 'n' roll survivor of all. "I went round Keef's house with Marlon," he says, visibly excited at the memory. "And there he was. Watching Wimbledon. With his brain surgeon."
We both crack up. What did they talk about? "Tennis, mainly," he answers, looking slightly deflated. "The thing is, I could hardly speak at all. No actor could render me speechless like that. I mean, it was like a papal audience for me, if you get my drift?" I do. I do. So what is it about Keef that is so awe-inspiring? "The honesty, brother. And the fact that's he's still doing it. He's a total inspiration. I just kept looking at him and thinking, 'fuck it, if he's still alive, I'm going to keep on partying.'"
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