So walnet-skinned aging guitar hero, Keith Richards, six-stringer with The Rolling Stones (as if you didn't know already), has claimed in an interview with the NME that he snorted the ashes of his own father. Mixed up with some "blow", of course.

Anyone else we'd automatically say that was a load of old bollocks. Can you imagine any of the 'hellraisers' today doing anything like that? Would Pete Doherty ever do that? Would he arse. And you can be sure as shit that the faux-punk Towers Of London would be dutifully shocked at the concept of getting doped-up on the remains of Daddy-dearest. The days of depraved debauchery pioneer by the likes of Richards, Lemmy, and Keith Moon are clearly long gone.