For Keith Richards’ birthday tomorrow. Honoured as one of the great bad asses of all time. Even those of us who, when it comes to bad-assery in our own lives, manage only an occasional miscreant mule-ishness, venerate Keef.

But at one point he was also a bit of a hippie. This was one of the songs he wrote for the ‘Stones. Even named his daughter after it, some years later.

Oh, and Marianne Faithful was gorgeous.