“Four years Patti and I had been together, four years of road testing, and I’d expended enough sperm to fertilize the whole world, and no babies. Not that I really expected to have children by Patti. “I can’t have babies,” she’d said. Well, I guess you can’t! But it’s not the reason I’m gonna marry you. Put that little curtain ring round her finger and in six months guess what? “I’m pregnant.” So the dungeon that we were planning, no, it’s going to be a nursery now. All right, paint it pink and put a cot in, take the chains off the walls, get the mirrors down. I thought by then I’d done my fathering bit, with Marlon and Angela. They’re growing up all right, we’ve done it and we’ve made it. No more diapers. But no! Here comes another one. Her name’s Theodora. And then a year later another one, Alexandra. Little T&A. And they weren’t even a gleam in my eye when I wrote that song.” ― Keith Richards.
© Photo by Ken Regan, New York, 1985.