drive us to a club in Birmingham in my car. But when it was time to go home, Bonham was so pissed, he thought it was his car, so he locked all the doors from inside and wouldn’t let me in. I ended up standing in the car park shouting, ‘John, this is my car. Open the door!’ ‘Fuck off,’ he said, through the window, as Matthew revved the engine. ‘John, for crying out—’ ‘I said fuck off.’ ‘BUT THIS IS MY CAR!’ Then something finally clicked inside his head. ‘Well, you should fucking get in then, shouldn’t you?’ he said.
