Picture of a post from Tom Cox recalling an interview with Lemmy

24 years ago I was sent to a London pub by a newspaper to interview and drink whisky (no "e" over here) with Lemmy, who was in the band Motorhead and, before that, slightly less famously, Hawkwind and, before that, much less famously, Sam Gopal. We had a good chat: about being from the part of the Midlands north of the River Trent, about books, and about roadying for Hendrix in the mid-60s (him, not me; I was minus nine at the time). When the record company PR sidled over to tell me my time was up, Lemmy waved him away. "No, no, I'm enjoying this," he said, commandingly. I realised at this point that I had another question I'd been meaning to ask but hadn't. "Are you scared of anything?" I said to Lemmy.
"Nothing," he replied. Then he paused and frowned for a moment, as if an idea had suddenly occurred to him. "Oh, maybe snakes," he said. "It's because they've got no shoulders."
Picture of a post from Tom Cox recalling an interview with Lemmy 24 years ago I was sent to a London pub by a newspaper to interview and drink whisky (no "e" over here) with Lemmy, who was in the band Motorhead and, before that, slightly less famously, Hawkwind and, before that, much less famously, Sam Gopal. We had a good chat: about being from the part of the Midlands north of the River Trent, about books, and about roadying for Hendrix in the mid-60s (him, not me; I was minus nine at the time). When the record company PR sidled over to tell me my time was up, Lemmy waved him away. "No, no, I'm enjoying this," he said, commandingly. I realised at this point that I had another question I'd been meaning to ask but hadn't. "Are you scared of anything?" I said to Lemmy. "Nothing," he replied. Then he paused and frowned for a moment, as if an idea had suddenly occurred to him. "Oh, maybe snakes," he said. "It's because they've got no shoulders."