“[The Stones] used to come and relax. The garden was enormous, with knee-high grass. Jokingly, someone suggested that I get a goat to keep it down. The next week, when they turned up, there she was grazing happily away.
Larking about, one of them grabbed the goat’s hind legs and walked it forward to ‘mow the lawn’. Brian was not amused! Nobody had meant the goat any harm, but Brian was having none of it. The bleedin’ goat saw Brian as its saviour that day. From then on she stuck to him like glue. Straight up. If you couldn’t find Brian in the garden, you only had to look for the goat, because she wouldn’t be far behind him. Brian fell in love with her. In the end I’d no option. I had to give him it. I mean the goat just pined for him when he wasn’t there anyway!”— John Mansfield
“There was the time Mick made a pass at me. Brian and I were in bed one morning when there was this helluva banging on the flat door. It must’ve been about 4 a.m. It was a Saturday. Brian got up and answered the door. It was Mick and he was drunk… He’d walked from his party to our flat, hoping to crash with us. Brian pushed Mick on to the settee and came back to bed, annoyed that he couldn’t get back to sleep. He had to go to work.
When it came time to get up, I was seeing to Mark, and Brian, in bad cut mood anyway, seemed to be lurking about. Eventually, it dawned on me he wasn’t happy at going off to work leaving Mick, who was still hungover, in the flat. I don’t know whether it was that he knew Mick couldn’t be trusted in such circumstances, or if he didn’t trust me. Anyway, he went off scowling. It’d only been hours since Mick had arrived and he was still woozy. I made him coffee and sat on the end of the settee to give him the mug. Mick swung up, grinning. He put his arm around me and made a pass. I wasn’t interested. Brian was a jealous man, but I had never been unfaithful to him and I wasn’t about to start with Mick. I loved Brian.”— Pat Andrews