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| Glasgow, 1960s |
My
colleague told me this story about her dad, and it's too good not to
share. We'll call him LD.
Glasgow,
some time in the 1960s. LD is managing the Crazy Daisy, a popular
casino and occasional celebrity haunt. One night, in walks 'Perfect
Day' singer Lou Reed. He's sat at one of the tables, talking to a
group of women. They're trying to bag a celebrity, of course, but he
starts to make some lewd comments about their appearance.
The
women are evidently uncomfortable with these continuous remarks, so
LD steps in and politely asks him to cool it.
Well,
Reed doesn't take too kindly to this, and gets out of his chair. “Who the FUCK do you think
you're talking to?” he asks, squaring up.
Within
seconds, the two of them have a hold of each other and the fight ends
up on the floor, shirts pulled untucked and brylcreamed hairstyles
dishevelled. Security dives in and they're separated quickly.
LD
didn't mention if Reed was thrown out. I expect he was.
I'm
sure my colleague said this all happened in Glasgow, but Google only
suggests a nightclub in Sheffield in the 70s. Whether I'm remembering
wrong, or it's just not documented, I don't know.
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