As a Motorhead fan in the early 80's imagine my sheer joy to find myself, at a friend's gig at a club in Holland Park in London, next to Lemmy at the bar. We sat there for an hour or so, chewed the fat, he bought us a drink, we I think were skint so didn't return the favour but IIRC he didn't seem to mind. A really nice, calm, intelligent guy. Don't think he said one thing that suggested he was a famous musician. I do remember that I spent the whole night with my leather jacket zipped up desperate for him not to see my Motorhead t-shirt! One of rock's great characters. The story of how he 'left' Hawkwind is a classic