Tommy Lee, leathery-skinned, leather-trousered, 46-year-old drummer with Mötley Crüe, walks into his suite on the St Martins Lane Lodge at 3pm. In a single hand is a pitcher filled with whisky, ice cubes clinking towards the glass. Within the different is a pack of cigarettes, one lit and trailing smoke. He has a Tigger-like power.
At the back of him is a peroxide blonde woman of about 20, indubitably not more. She’s dressed in this type of little black get dressed that makes different little black clothes really feel prudish and Victorian.
She perches on a close-by settee together with her legs aside. She seems to not be dressed in any lingerie. Lee offers me a wink.
For 5 mins the interview is going in keeping with plan: Lee talks up the brand new album, mentions the present excursion and, with industry concluded, settles all the way down to a talk in regards to the previous days. The dialog strikes directly to the 1995 wedding-night video Lee made along with his then spouse Pamela Anderson.
In a phlegmy drawl he mutters, “I do not get why other folks really feel they’ve to peer that”.
Then abruptly, the lady pipes up: “This is because your cock’s so large, child!”
He laughs and winks at me once more. I am spluttering like Bertie Wooster.
“Is that this your different part at the moment, Tommy?” I ask.
“Oh … smartly … we if truth be told simply met this morning,” he says with a smirk. “We are going to have extra amusing than people are allowed to have.”
She giggles: “He can nonetheless get any woman he needs! He is aware of it,” she provides. “This is because he is were given this type of large cock!”
The entire thing descends into a contest for Lee’s consideration. There may be me asking well mannered questions on medication he took two decades in the past. Then there may be the gyrating woman who’s now fortuitously opening and shutting her legs for Lee’s excitement. Possibly unsurprisingly, Lee is drawn against her relatively than my questions.
“So you continue to love to birthday party after presentations, Tommy?” I ask in a last determined lunge for his passion.
“I’ve a nightclub soundsystem going BOOM, BOOM, BOOM in my dressing room. So, for some reason why, everybody results in there,” he says.
“Possibly it is that vast soundsystem,” I point out, foolishly.
“It is his huge one thing,” the lady reckons.
Lee cracks. His skilled facade collapses round him. “Take a look at how stunning she is! Jesus,” he whoops, as he sweeps her out of the door. “God, I like my fucking lifestyles!”
It is laborious to understand moderately what to assume, as I sit down watching a Tommy Lee-sized house. Is that this any individual who is nonetheless residing the rock’n’roll dream-world he concocted for himself again in 1983? Or is that this any individual who is aware of what newshounds are searching for and so arrived with a ready-made tale in tow?
Whichever it’s, he is again 10 mins later for a TV interview. There is a large smile throughout his face. This time, the lady is nowhere to be noticed.
