Both are rumoured to have had lower ribs removed, enabling them to erm...

... shit in her boyfriend's bowl of conflakes - apparently they were out of Coco-Pops and this was the best she could offer.

of Stevie Nicks' roadie probably wasn't mentioned at the interview!

that the oft repeated Van Morrison arse/harmonica tale is in this category.

...with naked vertically challenged gentlemen offering the guests cocaine from silver serving trays. Surely not really true?

There is a bloke at a house of refreshment I frequent who, for several years, has tried to convince me that Cliff Richard is a hermaphrodite.

except for John Paul Jones, which is why he's the only one who isn't awesome

...were supposedly found indulging in a many-dancer-enhanced daisy chain backstage at TOTP. That one is roughly the same vintage as the Marc Almond/Jimi Somerville spunky-stomach-pump story (i.e. a school playground in 1988).

that Marilyn Manson used to be in the TV program The Wonder Years, playing the nerdy bespectacled chum of Fred Savage. It simply isn't true.

played sax on Baker Street by Gerry Rafferty - it was made up by the NME (poss S Maconie) but printed as the truth by at least one daily paper.

defendant was Rod Stewart when I went to school

RIP (who is that other bloke?)

Also, the story that the Grand Funk Railroad responded to an audience member who was booing by challenging 'If you think you can do better, come on up here' - only to find out moments later that said member of audience was Eric Clapton.

a heavily disguised George Michael procured the services of a chap in a motorcycle helmet. As he was being (ahem) "serviced" he suddenly became aware that he was being pleasured by Jimi Somerville.

I also remember some salacious stuff about Lisa I'Anson legendary "lost weekend" on Ibiza when she was working for Radio 1. It involved herself, some other ladies and a selection of "worn" sex aids.

If these do offend, please remove!

Interview with Keith Emerson:

Back in early 1970, Greg and I, we’d met originally in San Francisco when Greg was in King Crimson and I had the Nice. Back in London, around about early 1970, we were looking for a drummer and it was always my intention to carry on the trio format because I liked the freedom of that. The added attraction of working with Greg was that he wasn’t only a bass player, but a guitarist, so we could really stir things around. So, we were looking for a drummer and Mitch was an obvious choice. Mitch came to Greg’s place and we didn’t actually get to play together, but Mitch, during that conversation, suggested that if he joined Greg and myself that he could possibly persuade Jimi to come in with us. Anyway, for some reason, there was some mention of guns that Mitch brought in, and Greg thought that was a little too much over the top. So, he had second thoughts about working with Mitch because he had, at that time, a couple of heavy guys always with him. Whether or not this was Mitch’s paranoia, I don’t know. Greg didn’t feel comfortable about it, so that kind of fell through.

after the 'Let's Work' hitmaker called him "my drummer" and (according to Keith Richards) sent him flying onto a table covered with assorted tiny sandwiches and cold meats and practically out of an open window. "You're my fucking singer" replied the sticksman in one of his less urbane moments.

was going to have a sex change op so he could marry (marry! - How innocent were we?) Mickey Finn.