Seated next to me, Mick Jagger was able to disguise his height. However, the minute we both stood up I clocked that I was at least two inches taller than him. I hid my surprise – unlike the woman in the queue behind us.
She soon got the message that her commentary on Mick’s stature was unwelcome and left us. ‘At least you are not ginger’, I offered as words of comfort.
Then I changed the subject of the conversation completely by asking Mick about his appearance on Desert Island Discs.