About 9–10 years ago I was at the Hollywood farmers’ market with my wife and kids and we decided to stop at a coffee shop for breakfast on the way home. We walked in and saw a gentleman who looked to be in his late 60s sitting at the counter eating his breakfast and drinking his coffee, and he looked rather unwell. I recognised him immediately but didn’t attempt to make conversation or disturb him in any way.
He looked up and saw me in my Everton football shirt and asked me where I was from. I told him I was from Merseyside, and then he told me he was from Stoke and supported Stoke City. After he initiated the conversation I told him I’d been a huge fan of his since I was 12 years old. He then chatted with my wife for a minute. When our table was called he shook my hand and then I walked over to our table with my family.
He would pass away from cancer less than a month later.
R.I.P. Lemmy Kilmister. He was a total badass on stage but a gentleman and very nice bloke offstage.
