Wake up for me was like death including me wrapped up in a blanket like burrito microwaved into a soggy mess. I sipped my breakfast lemonade and got on with the interview, pulling out my laptop to present some pictures.

Mick looked at me with eyes that didn't look dead inside which was how I felt. "What am I reacting to?"

"You are reacting to yourself." I explain, he smiled perking up at the mention. I put up a picture on the laptop screen. "What do you think?"

Mick's smile dropped. He eyed the picture with particular intensity, raising an eyebrow but didn't respond.

''Mick,'' I say.

''I still would,'' he interrupts.

''Would what?" I ask.

''I still would fuck me now.''

I sighed. ''I'm not surprised. Here are more pictures of yourself when you are old.'' I hit enter and showed him in laptop screen.

Mick smiled, and pointed to each photo in order. ''Hot, hot, hot, Me on something of Keith's, sexy, sexy, haters will say it is fake, my smile makes me wet my panties. OH GREEN! IT WAS ALWAYS MY COLOUR. More smile please. Eh, I must have been looking at Keith in disgust in that photo and lastly how can I be so hot?''

I cannot help but cringe.  After several minutes of him admiring himself and questioning what the hell a laptop was we moved onto the next question.

I prepared myself for the next reply, cooly sipping my lemonade. ''What do you think of this?"

He stared at the picture. ''Well I'm in it, so gorgeous! Wait is that Keith? Drugs really got to him."

I bit my lip. ''Honey you have no idea.'' I showed him another picture.

Mick laughed. ''I still hate Keith. My dick is bigger don't believe him but I'm pissed his eyeliner is better than mine though''

''Okay... Back to the band perhaps?" I kindly suggest. It is so ever difficult if not impossible to stop Mick Jagger form talking about himself.

Mick rolled his eyes. ''OH SO THAT'S THE ROLLING STONES? Charlie looks pretty good still. Unfair. Granted not as enchanting as me...''

''So who's that other guy?'' he says pointing.

''That's Ronnie Wood, ya know...''

''Ohhh," he admitted.  "I didn't recognize him at first."

''Things get interesting.'' I click open another picture, with no real context.

He fans himself. "Oooh hot. I have initiated a face battle with him"

I have never met someone who was this bad. I looked at him in the eye. "I think you will say anything is hot if you are in it."

He nods, "I cannot deny what is undeniably true."

"That was live TV performance." I added.

"Well," he cackled. "I have something to watch every night in bed now."

I inhaled sharply. "I DON'T WANT TO KNOW MICK."

Mick began singing, regrettably.

🎵Oh my, my, my, my, my
Let's spend the night together🎵

Final thoughts?

Mick Jagger looks at me and sighs.  ''I'm hot, everyone else is not. And my dancing looks like I'm suffering from a pole being shoved up my ass.''

Thanks for that Mick. Very enlightening! Until next time...