Mention on the podcast of the likelihood of your average rock star being arrested should he ever fetch up in a suburban street on account of looking odd reminded me of the time I went to Jerry Lee Lewis' house in Ferriday, Louisiana to interview the great man.

We arrived a little early and spent some time cruising up & down the outside of the Lewis estate, which is bordered by a white picket fence on which fans of Jerry Lee had spraypainted messages of love & support like "The Killer kicks a** motherf***ers!! From your fans in Sweden"

Still having some time to spare we pottered off down the road to the local store/bar/coffee shop for a refreshing root beer. 10 m inutes later, two enormous police cars screeched into the parking lot, four equally large policemen with quite large weapons rolled out & proceeded to interrogate us about our intentions, Jerry Lee having rung them to alert them to some people acting suspiciously outside his house!

How different to the attitude of George Jones, who has an enormous boulder in his front yard with "Welcome to the home of George Jones" carved into it, just in case you should be lost...