Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if Mick and Keith were a married couple.
"Keith, I wish you wouldn’t drink so much", says Mick standing in a pink dressing gown with his arms folded, standing over Keith as he slumps in a brown leather arm chair with yet another beer in his hand, cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
"Shut up woman, I do what I want"
"Keith, please don’t yell! You’ll wake the baby!"