Stone’s secret stash

Tuesday, February 18, 2020

A RARE semi-night off this evening as I schlepped to the O2 in Greenwich for the Brit Awards.

Inevitably, I pitched up late because of work and missed the dinner. I was seated next to Ronnie Wood and told him I was ravenous. He looked at me rather pityingly and growled something about me obviously needing a pick-me-up.

Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a package covered in tinfoil and started unwrapping it. I was already looking pretty pale due to lack of sleep and food; now I was properly freaking out.

Even for a Rolling Stone, Ronnie had a reputation as a hell-raiser, and I was thinking ‘oh s***’ as I wondered what substance he was about to produce with the cameras all around us.

After some further rummaging, with a grand flourish, he finally unveiled . . . a Babybel.

It turned out that he has young twins and always carries some of the little cheeses with him in case they get peckish. It was exactly what I needed.