Picture the scene, the Rolling Stones have left the stage, having got plenty of satisfaction from the reaction of the crowd and dripping with sweat, they’re ready for a refreshing beer (or six) and something to eat. “Let’s have pizza.” Mick says, spotting a pizza menu pinned to the dressing room wall. As usual he’s keen to establish himself as the leader of the group, but forgets the fact that he was once punched by Charlie Watts for asking, “Where’s my drummer?” “Yeah man, I need to eat now, man.” Keith surprisingly agrees without a fight and now no one will rock the boat by suggesting anything else. The tour manager finds his phone and gets ready to dial, before realising that this ramshackle bunch of multi-millionaires almost certainly won’t settle for any old pizza, they’ll have a favourite. So which brand of pizza will our musicians choose? Probably the […]

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