Ronnie Wood Getting His Make Up Done

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This is Ronnie Wood getting his make up done. He is on tour with the Stones somewhere, but he can’t remember where. 

And if he can’t remember where,  how’m I supposed to I be expected to!

Debbie’s note: No one is expecting you to do this.

(Ignores his secretary) No, I will have to say Dewsbury.

‘It can’t be?!’ said Mr’s Miggins the train driver. 

I know, but it could be, couldn’t it, Miggie. 

‘No, it is entirely unlikely. In fact, I don’t think they ever played in dewsbury.’

Not even on the Urban Jungle Tour, 1989-1990?

‘No.’

Anyway. I drew him on a piece of paper in my mum’s house whilst awaiting the possible return of my dad from town.

He dis return and we had ten minutes marvellous chat and did not think Leeds would be too game on match of the day even once, let alone three in a row




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