First published on October 14
For those of us who have spent a lifetime listening to the Rolling Stones, watching films of the band in action, growing up with countless images of Mick Jagger implanted onto our consciousness and, after a few drinks, pouting our lips and strutting across the living room with an exaggerated hip swagger the moment Street Fighting Man comes on, meeting the man in the flesh comes as a shock.
“How you doin’?” Jagger says, a slight figure in a colourful shirt, skinny black trousers and shiny new trainers, a swathe of auburn hair topping off an 80-year-old face that manages to look young and old at the same time. Jagger has the deep wrinkles of any man his age, but
