An old rocker getting back on the booze and a fling with a 20 year old girl is, if anything, just a bit cliche and tiresome. Yet I do have some measure of sympathy for Ronnie Wood, or "the drink ravaged guitarist" as The Sun would have it.
I met Ronnie last summer in Budapest to write a piece for the Organ. He was genuinely nice and gracious seemingly grounded without rock star airs and graces. This is strange to say since I met him in his dressing room amidst the sprawling Stones encampment. I think it was because there was a feeling of domesticity and normalcy, probably due to his wife Jo, who was just lovely and kind. I have, obviously, more sympathy for her.
Yet you could just tell that he was an addict. He was sober then, but fidgety, jumpy. He seemed like he was clinging on for dear life - and it was his wife he was clinging to.
Still, every cloud and all... Ronnie's autobiography has gotten a nice bump in sales because of his fling with "Russian doll" Eka. No such thing as bad publicity.
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