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There was lots of different times.
Lots of strange times where he used to fall asleep with his eyes open.
l used to share a hotel room with him, and we were touring the States,
and many's the time he's conked out in his bed with his eyes open.
''Lemmy, wake up.''
He's eyes would be wide open.
He'd go, ''What? What?'' ''Come on, we've got to catch a plane.''
''l'll be down in a minute.''
l'd go and have breakfast, all the band would be waiting.
l said, ''He'll be down in a minute.''
And we'd send up a tour manager to go and get him
and Lemmy would be crashed out again.
Everybody would be getting agitated cos we were gonna miss the flight.
He eventually got it together to come down.
Oh, yeah, in Cleveland,
two lots of hippies spiked us with angel dust.
The whole band.
We went on stage, you know,
''What's this?
''Oh, l hit it and it makes a noise? Good!''
Apparently, the gigs were all right.
We spiked all the food and drink in the Roundhouse,
everybody was doing the same twitch.
lt was really odd, 600 people going...
You see that, you know you've made an impression.
We used to lock the door so people couldn't get out.
We had five strobes on the crowd at eye level.
We were in the dark.
These strobes were at the low blink, which is the dangerous one.
This is how clever the English are -
the law says you couldn't have it over a certain amount of blinks
but it's the low one that *** you up.
We used to give people epileptic fits.
And then Mick came across with the tambourine.
''The blond one!''
Then down the guy would go.
We were very irresponsible.
But you are, when you can get away with it.
Yeah, it was very innocent, really.
We didn't know everybody was gonna die.
You know. Cos nobody had really died then.
There were a lot of junkies around but they weren't our scene,
we were doing acid and smoking dope mostly.
Lemmy always had this amazing mental list
of who would be awake at any given time.
When you didn't sleep for four or five days,
it was very hard to find places to go at four o'clock in the morning.
So the bell would ring, you'd go, ''That's Lem.''
lf l wasn't in bed or otherwise occupied, l'd let him in.
He'd come in, look in the fridge, make himself a sandwich,
hand me a beer out of his jacket
and away it would go.
l remember at the time when l was reading stories of them on the road.
You'd see Lemmy drinking Special Brew and you'd go,
''l'd really want to drink Special Brew.''
Of course, as a 1 4-year-old, that can be disastrous.
Even as an old man that can be disastrous.
We were in our van and we got stopped by the police
and he took a load of his speed and downers at the same time.
He was all over the place. Couldn't stand up, was falling over.
We had to tie him to his bed.
lt was one of those big, wooden, old-fashioned beds.
We tied him to the bed with some sheets
and l had to phone a mate and say, ''Lemmy's really...
''What can we do?''
And he said, ''Just keep him quiet, he'll get over it.''
His consumption of drugs at the time was huge. He got over that all right.
He'd come at one o'clock in the morning going, ''Coming down The Speak?''
and there'd be some outrageous scene
with anyone from Keith Moon to Oliver Reed
or both of them together...
lt was a very...
weirdly egalitarian time
where most things went and nobody bothered much, you know.
After a bit of fame, Lemmy couldn't walk out the door without being arrested
and there was a kind of hard core of him, Phil Lynott,
Wilko, Jean Jacques from the Stranglers,
and then suddenly at the ultimate end of that
there's John Rotten and Joe Strummer.
This was eight or nine years when things were rolling at an alarming speed.
Everybody had previous experiences,
he could tell his tales of working with Hendrix
and up until - God rest him - his death when he drowned in Greece,
there was Howard Parker
who was the maƮtre d'-***-creative organizer
at The Speak which was the last bar open in town.
Then after that we'd find ourselves in the most alarming places,
weird places in Earls Court which were full of South African mercenaries
waiting for a job in the Congo or something.
The picture of Lemmy talking to...
two, kind of, South African Thompson-gunners, was...
lt wasn't that it was weird, it all started to kind of get normal.
''Well, this is an interesting life. l'm glad l got this one!''
lt was great, fascinating times. lt was reflected in the music.
There was always something wrong with Phil.
Breaking his hand, or a bone in his foot, or his leg.
He had a lot of trouble with his stomach.
ln New York he nearly died. Did he tell you?
*** hell, this is great.
We're playing at the old Waldorf,
just down from the Gramercy Park Hotel where we were staying.
- What is that noise? - Don't know.
- Sounds like a firework. - lt's the door.
Oh, OK.
So when we do Overkill, at the end it stops,
then the drums start, and off he goes.
Well, it was hot, it was in the summer,
it was 100 degrees or something.
You know what New York's like, we was *** toast.
So we're playing away,
we stopped and we were waiting for Phil to start.
There's nothing, so me and Lemmy look round,
and he's gone.
He's collapsed off the stool, he's gone completely.
So they've carried him off.
We've had to say, ''That's it, kids, sorry.''
So we've gone back to the Gramercy Park,
they've taken Phil up to the room.
l've gone to his room to ask what's going on.
And the tour manager, called Rabbit,
he said, ''Man, go down to the lobby and bring the police up.''
The paramedics and the police come together.
The police come first, l think.