Still rolling stoned after all these years
Around about now I should be enjoying my Sunday morning lie in. Or I may be hitting a five iron into the lake on the 13th at Mount Juliet. In either case I will be continuously reliving the Rolling Stones from Thursday night and my whole psyche will still be that bit out of kilter. I know all the notes and I've sung all the songs, which some of you will recognise from the Incredible String Band from the same era.
I first saw the Stones in Slane in 1982 when it cost 12 quid and photos show I was slugging cider. I had no idea I ever drank cider, but I was shown the evidence recently as we prepared ourselves mentally for Croke Park.
A friend has a photo of Mick taken that day, in his bathroom, and he has changed alarmingly little.