Got back last night from adventures north (more on those later) and of course the larder (what an unattractive word. Surely one kept the lard in the icebox) is empty. Went out to the Mayfair, tuning in to Steve Jones on 103.1. Jonesy was talking to a fellow Brit, who was revealed as Robert Plant, the Golden God himself!
Except that the Golden God, adept of Magick and other cool stuff back in the day, sounded just like another bloke, as he and Jonesy gassed about Cliff Richard and Gene Pitney. Yes, Robert Plant sounds like his feet are on the ground, although I still want to believe that he has his moments of Golden Godness.