BOOZE N' THE WOOD

Our best wishes go out to Rolling Stone Ronnie Wood who yesterday entered a 'rehabilitation facility' (aka a 'shut up and dry up' home) for treatment for alcohol addiction. Well, practice makes perfect in these matters and Ronnie should know better than most, having been through this process more times than the therapists employed there. The location of the drying-out cell is being kept secret, though surely it'll be hard to keep the Woody Woodpecker look-alike under wraps for long...

Well, the warning signs were there. The slurred speech, the haggard face and that whole fucking off to Ireland with an 18-year-old-Russian waitress so that they could paint portraits of each other, all the classic signs of a breakdown. Or one of the best weekends you could imagine.

Ronnie is 61, so you might think he should be over this sort of behaviour, but he's a rock star for fuck's sake! He's not the type to grow a ponytail and buy a Harley to park next to the static caravan in the drive – this is how our musical icons should act.

Yes, he looks sad, he looks odd and he looks old, but wouldn't you like to be his fingertips for a day? And better one Ronnie Wood than a million James Blunts, whose idea of mad rock 'n' roll debauchery is probably throwing the batteries from a TV remote control out of a hotel window.