'I Don't Give A F*ck Who He Is'...
One of my girlfriend's best mates told this story to a group of us recently. A friend of her father was actually there and saw it with his own eyes. I will do my best to try and tell it in the same way that she heard it and told it to us.
Ronnie Wood of The Rolling Stones has a house in Co Kildare, Ireland. Not far from his home is a pub called Furey's. By most accounts it is a lovely pub and serves excellent food every day of the week. One night last year to celebrate his birthday Ronnie decided to visit the pub with some of his close friends and a small entourage.
That very same night the friend of my friend's father was also in Furey's. As soon as Ronnie appeared almost everyone in the pub recognised him but (in typical Irish fashion) didn't make a very big fuss. The night progressed as usual with everyone drinking, laughing and telling stories.
At closing time with only a small number of people left in the pub (including Ronnie and his gang), the publican announced that there would be a lock-in. The shutters came down, the doors were locked, lights lowered and the remaining few were able to carry on with their evening for a few hours longer. Realising there was only a few people left and because it was his birthday Ronnie decided to take out his guitar and sing a few songs for his closest mates.
Seconds after hearing the first chord, the publican jumped out from behind the bar and announced to the small audience that there was a strict no music policy in his bar. No exceptions. As the story goes, everyone had a good chuckle before someone stepped up and said to the publican, "sorry, there mate but do you not know who that is?" And the publican replied (with a totally straight and irritated face) "I don't give a fuck if that is Ronnie Wood of The Stones! He can't play his guitar and sing in my pub and that's that!"
The entire place (including Ronnie) broke their shite laughing at the irony. But apparently, Ronnie was a good sport, respected the publican's wishes and put his guitar away.
Rock & roll stars. I guess they can't really do everything they want to and sometimes are put in their place...
Ronnie Wood of The Rolling Stones has a house in Co Kildare, Ireland. Not far from his home is a pub called Furey's. By most accounts it is a lovely pub and serves excellent food every day of the week. One night last year to celebrate his birthday Ronnie decided to visit the pub with some of his close friends and a small entourage.
That very same night the friend of my friend's father was also in Furey's. As soon as Ronnie appeared almost everyone in the pub recognised him but (in typical Irish fashion) didn't make a very big fuss. The night progressed as usual with everyone drinking, laughing and telling stories.
At closing time with only a small number of people left in the pub (including Ronnie and his gang), the publican announced that there would be a lock-in. The shutters came down, the doors were locked, lights lowered and the remaining few were able to carry on with their evening for a few hours longer. Realising there was only a few people left and because it was his birthday Ronnie decided to take out his guitar and sing a few songs for his closest mates.
Seconds after hearing the first chord, the publican jumped out from behind the bar and announced to the small audience that there was a strict no music policy in his bar. No exceptions. As the story goes, everyone had a good chuckle before someone stepped up and said to the publican, "sorry, there mate but do you not know who that is?" And the publican replied (with a totally straight and irritated face) "I don't give a fuck if that is Ronnie Wood of The Stones! He can't play his guitar and sing in my pub and that's that!"
The entire place (including Ronnie) broke their shite laughing at the irony. But apparently, Ronnie was a good sport, respected the publican's wishes and put his guitar away.
Rock & roll stars. I guess they can't really do everything they want to and sometimes are put in their place...
posted by Kub at 10:15
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